Last youth of the Ninth
i havent ever seen a post like this so
reblog this and tag what your named your Commander Shepard, what love interest you chose, and what class you chose in your favorite playthrough
absolutely batshit insane to me that omegaverse porn is an effective data poisoning method against gpt-based products. predatory language models getting tripped up by wolf dick was not on my 2023 bingo card but here we are i guess.
i want us all to take a minute and just. contemplate the possibilities.
> trades my imperfect flesh for the immortality of the machine
> rusts
Do non of you utilize corrosion resistant alloys or coatings?
What kind of idiot doesn't blue their internal components or powder coat their outer plating?
Screaming crying because I hate every piracy guide I come across on here.
HERE IT IS
check out my piracy guide GOGOGOGO
STEAL MAIM KILL!!!
tell me if i got any more splainin todo. i am open to suggestions. reblog this so more people can pirate. DO IT!
THE REVIEWS ARE IN
thank you so much for the support over the last three days! i got over 10k hits on the website!!!
i wish i could upload faster/more often but i have been busy & tired. i did make a number of small updates today though! including links to VPN leak checks, where to find roms and emulators, more torrenting sites, and a small dictionary section that has VERY SIMPLE definitions of some words that i used.
What made you want to convert?
Hi anon,
To be honest, my initial reaction to this question is to just say it’s a long story and leave it at that - which is what I try to do when people ask me this in person.
However, this really is the blog for it, and in any event, I’ve already talked about it a little bit already on this blog previously. That said, that post was from before I finished, and I ended up needing to write out the full answer to this for my beit din anyway.
So here it is in all its glory, under the cut [albeit with identifying info redacted.] Anyone else who wants to share their story should feel free to add to this thread!
This showed up in my notes again, so figured I may as well reblog it. This is just one way that one person came into the realization that Judaism was the right choice, but hopefully it can be helpful for any folks who are struggling with some of these same questions.
u know whats wild. everyone on here like 20 and when i first joined everyone was like 14 15. u ask anybody n they been here for years. nobody new on here. staff locked the doors n were all Stuck Inside
Tag your current age and how old you were when you joined Tumblr
New Ea-nāṣir lore just dropped and I don't know how to feel about that. I hate the meme but the guy having thugs coming after him for bad copper sales is perfect.
Wait wait WAIT
As someone who hard agrees with all your tags re: tired of the meem
BUT who is also invested in antiquities
Is it possible for you to drop the new lore
So the building in Ur where the infamous tablet was found (1 “Old Street” Ur Excavations VII) was actually full of similar tablets, all detailing how badly this guy's deals went. All of these tablets were collected and put into storage at the British Museum. Typically this kind of thing gets forgotten about, many of these tablets have been sitting there for a century, untranslated or partially translated.
This was recently partially translated and it's incredibly fragmentary, but it's a letter from the man himself reassuring a customer in Larsa about a bad shipment (a lot of goods were missing). He is upset that the customer sent thugs to collect (which is located in a different tablet). In turn, he sends his own to the customer's home. They are to make offerings at the temple of Šamaš together to symbolically "smooth things over". They are taking an oath.
He later goes on to blame the customer for the missing ingots. He (Ea-nāṣir) decided to employ a third party to deliver said ingots to the customer (all the way in the next city-state in the Sumerian cultural sphere). It seems like the third party either stole or got into a fight with the customer over the goods.
Ea-nāṣir now has to haul his ass to Larsa to deal with this personally. There's a lot of "Why don't you believe me?" "They don't listen to me!" "Please don't send-" going on in the tablet. But from what I can gather it looks like this peace offering (making an oath at the temple of Šamaš) broke down too. Everyone is blaming each other for the missing copper ingots and now the man himself has to take the three-day journey to sort out this issue. We have a name for one of the thugs: Mr. Shorty (kurûm). He seems to be a bit scary. The man from Dilmun got kicked out of the Merchant's Guild for a reason, he's had this problem before with copper shipments from Elam. Either he's the world's worst judge of character or he's embezzling, and badly. This is his side hustle stage where he's selling everything from used clothing to speculating (badly) on real estate. He may have dabbled in money lending too. He's your classic failed finance bro.
I did not think the story of Ea-Nasir could get any better, and yet here we are
And speaking of scurvy, I am eternally amused by the thing where some ancient form of healing that was born in a time where people didn't know exactly how the human body works, or what causes it to stop working sometimes, that still somehow worked. Like how so many old folk medicinal plants were listed as a cure for various ailments that - from a modern view - are clearly just symptoms of scurvy, and the plant itself is rich in vitamin C.
I recall reading some story, no recollection of the exact time or place, where the king of a large empire suffered from constant horrible headaches and was incapable of falling asleep unless drugged or blackout drunk. Sick of taking temporary fixes to dull the pain and having to be sedated every night, he called up some old sage healer who was said to know how to fix things nobody else could explain, and the healer heard his symptoms and went
"Hmm. You spend too much time being a king. Your skull is packed so full of kingly thoughts that they don't all fit in there and that's why your head is in pain. You need to spend time not being a king." And prescribed him to schedule three days every month where he must go to a peasant village where nobody knows he's the king, live with a family there under a fake name and identity, work in the rice fields with them, eating the same food and sleeping on the same mats. Absolutely nobody is allowed to address him as the king, speak to him of any royal or political matters, and he himself is not allowed to think any kingly thoughts or think of himself as the king.
And naturally, this worked. Taking a regular scheduled break from a highly stressful office desk job to completely decompress, paired with physical exercise in the form of hard but simple physical labour, plain and simple food and Just Not Thinking About Your Fucking Job All The Time does help chronic stress, which here was worded as "spending too much time being a king clogs your brain."
Sometimes you do have ghosts in your blood, though I'm not entirely sure whether you should do cocaine about it.
Biting The Hand That Feeds
The Kiss, Kelly Mark, 2007
There’s something very yuri about this.
This piece certainly has a human feel to it. Though televisions are cold, unfeeling pieces of technology, their warm glow and the soft roundness of their screens engages the viewer in a sense of intimacy. This sight may make the touch starved uncomfortable and lonely.
The title is a direct reference to the sense of intimacy intended by the artist. ‘These televisions are kissing,’ she says. ‘This is a human action.’ We are meant to see ourselves here.
The televisions are also the same type and display the same color. The peachy pink could easily be interpreted as a feminine color, if we are to entertain gender norms for the sake of interpretation. These televisions are both girls.
Conclusion: This is yuri.
hot girl throwing up in a dumpster outside the club
okay so decided to reverse image search and it's apparently a memorial to unborn babies lost during or immediately after pregnancy due to genetic defects (website says trisomy 18 specifically)
so as much as I love to make a joke on here, I'm going to retract my last comment and replace it with:
fuck you, that's absolutely ghoulish behavior to co-opt someone else's grief, strip it of context, and warp it's meaning to fit your personal beliefs i hope you die in a car fire
person w adhd experiencing symptoms of adhd: why the fuck can’t I do this thing . I wish there was some explanation for this
CLAIRES IS REAL????
Wait. Hold on. Do you mean to tell me that you thought Claire's, the real store, was some mass gaslighting effort by residents of the USA
@danwylds PLEASE tell me what other businesses you think are made up I'm so curious














