c'est moi

everybody stop the party. go write f/f fanfiction and post it to ao3

The service industry is like living in a parallel world, you're busy when everyone else is free on the weekends or night time, you're working the hardest when everyone else is resting or playing on the holidays

You see your family after everyone else is back at work, there is is no Christmas for service workers, there are no weekends, it's time formed in the shadow of "real" life, life lived in the invert

"I'm stuck in a time loop" "I entered a parallel dimension" "body snatchers have changed everyone else's behavior toward me" yes, understandable, we've all worked in retail

he was so real for this

new year new mountain goats

Technically true.

He got the job.

He takes his job seriously.

Prof Rad over on youtube dubbed the Wolf Hunter comic (click here)! 

Go check it out and give them some support! :) (also the end killed me haha) ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎

The farmer sheared the sheep, and it was used to make a gift for Wolf Hunter, so…

Wolf Hunter goes to the village markets.

Wolf Hunter and his conga line of sheep.

Wolf Hunter was looking for them for a while.

LMFAO 🤣😂 🐑 🐺

This is great especially for women in the workplace who have learned kinda self-demeaning patterns of behavior in order to not be seen as a bitch. I started communicating this way in my VERY male dominated field and people definitely started taking me at least slightly more seriously. If that makes sense

I’ve watched this video so many times I swear I’ve memorized it.

“DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING NAVY-“

writing is so fun

writing is impossible why does anyone do this

This was an interesting read. Surprisingly nonpreachy given the subject; and well worth the time.

This is oaywalled but it made me weep with relief to see an honest recounting for once, so I’ve saved some good bits:

reblog to bonk prev with yr forehead like a cat

This literally feels like a Black Mirror episode

I feel like more people should know about the Filipino phrase bahala na si Batman. quite literally, it means it's up to Batman. on a more figurative level, it means that you're leaving something to God/fate - metaphorically represented by Batman, of course.

big event that you haven't prepared for but you're going anyway? bahala na si Batman. major exams coming up and you haven't reviewed yet? bahala na si Batman. about to do anything remotely risky/luck-based? bahala na si Batman.

anyways, I just think it's hilarious that Batman is now a part of our culture through this saying. is this a thing in other cultures/languages too? let me know!

tags from @wizardpigeon and @jason-todd-did-nothing-wrong

your average filipino in Gotham who used to live in Manila: *gets up abnormally early to avoid the morning traffic, wades through a partially flooded street, ends up getting mugged, survives a supervillain attack* eh, ganyan talaga, bahala na si batman [loose translation from tagalog: that's just how life is, batman will take care of it]

their friend who is a Gotham native: you know batman?

filipino: batman's real?

I know folks who habitually swear in English even though it's not their first language because "English has all the fun swear words", and while I don't disagree that in terms of languages that are fun to swear in, English is pretty high up the list, I feel like some of these people desperately need to be introduced to Québécois French.

You can't just not provide examples

There's a whole Wikipedia article on the topic, though it doesn't fully do the matter justice, particularly with respect to the combined and extended forms. I once had a Québécois guy casually instruct me to go take a shit in the Holy Grail. Dude wasn't even particularly mad.

when a cultural activity easily allows you to let small children participate

alternatively, a child dragon being greeted by the clan

The gather to meet the youngling

Have y'all ever seen that video of elephants in a sanctuary absolutely booking it across the enclosure to meet the New Baby, because

So fun

So I was mega rural and my school never had more than a hundred kids, all aged from preschool to high school aged. And let me tell you that there isn’t anything little kids like more than full contact violent sport with full grown teenagers and/or adults.

There would be this game we’d play until it got banned then a few months later we’d change the name and start playing the same game until the teachers finally noticed and it was banned again.

You’d line all the kids up against the school building, mixed ages so between six and sixteen, decide on an end point, one kid would be “it” and their job was to tackle another kid to the ground while everybody else tried to run to the other side. If anybody got tacked to the ground they were then also it, and the number of people you’d have to run past would get larger and larger until every kid playing had been tackled at some point.

While you’d usually start with a high schooler being it, it was never the biggest most athletic highschool kid. Not the jock, or what we had which passed doe a jock which was just Ben. It wouldn’t be much fun if you started with the fastest and strongest kid. Nobody would stand a chance.

The first person also never goes straight for the little kids. That wouldn’t be fun either. You’d tackle a few kids your own size to the ground. A few of the brave would try to get Ben but you’d always fail.

The you gotta get the little kids. The tactic is simple. A bigger highschool kid would pick them up, flip them over, and place them (relatively) gently on their backs and the go hunt more kids.

And then comes the best part. A gaggle of tiny kids all with ceaseless determination and zero fear of man or gods would all put their tiny little bodies to the sole persuit of bringing down the largest highschool kid there was. And while Ben had no issues pushing to to the ground anyone vaguely his own age, he could not harm a small child. His only options was to be faster. And to run away. Individually their grip strength was weak and his legs were strong. One small child he would just step to the side and get away from. Two small children and he had to be a bit careful where he stepped but he was only slowed and not stopped. But eight. Nine. Ten small children. It was like watching a pack of wolves bring down a full sized elk. If in this case the elk was concerned about not hurting the wolves. It was amazing. They only had to slow him enough to get enough tiny hands on him and down he’d go. These tiny children were always the only ones who could ever succeed.

I never played but damn no spectator sport has ever been as good.

Still feels weird that the same band made "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" and "Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)"

It's like if Smash Mouth and Fall Out Boy were one band.

The Offspring are honestly a contender for the funniest punk band ever, made even funnier by the fact that Dexter Holland is pushing 60 now and has a PhD in virology.

Like imagine being on an academic committee and reviewing a dissertation on HIV protein-encoding genomes and it's from a guy with frosted tips whose greatest legacy is the Crazy Taxi soundtrack.

That's the Offspring.

The hook from "Come Out And Play" was created because Dexter Holland was doing lab work and did, in fact, have to keep certain petri dishes separated while disinfecting them. So he kept saying "gotta keep 'em separated" to himself while working, and it stuck in his head so badly that it made it into the song.

A role model for all of us indecisive people who want to do and try anything and everything.

fandom telephone with the open seasons comics is unreal

i finally read them this spring and then never really talked about them because the essay i wrote on them was for a class, but it was one of those moments of "oh yeah. don't trust anything anybody says. do your own research."

the entire comic is narrated/framed by dooku. this isn’t jango’s recounting of his life. this is a collection of incidents dooku managed to discover through research and torture and dubious conversation, that he is now presenting to sidious as an argument for why jango would make a good prime clone. it is bare bones. it is skeletal. it’s not about who jango is as a person or about who jaster mereel was to him or about mando culture or history or political divides. it is a brutally efficient rundown of the atrocities that shaped jango fett into the man he is, the violence committed against him and the violence he committed in turn. it’s basically dooku saying “see, if we give him a chance to kill the jedi he’ll jump at it." it is an argument not a story, an essay not a narrative.

i think dooku's framing is vital for understanding the comic. nothing should be taken at face value when the narrator has an agenda.

An ad for your deepest desires :)

You know what I just admire the graphic design on this

It FEELS so much like a real ad I expect to be sold some sort of car tyre or something but it’s just about biting

1000/10 excellent job

cats being capable of understanding accidents and even giving you a little head bonk to let you know you're still cool makes it infinitely funnier that they don't understand when you're trying to help them

cats when you step on their tail: i'll admit that was rather ouchie, but given the lifetime of goodwill and trust between us, one must conclude this booboo is but a fluke.

cats when you try to get their claws unstuck from the couch covering: this nefarious bitch has never had a single honorable intention in their dishonest and shameful life, this must be one of their sinister plots or perhaps even an attempt on my life,

anybody else feel that being human is like being a long-time syndicated cartoon character watching the world get more complex while your own design stays the same until youre incongruous with the reality around you??

Do you ever see a complicated meme that expresses a very specific feeling, and while you wouldn’t have said it that way, it instantly resonates with you?