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@keiko-kat

gemini, 23, INTP, ADHDer, she/her, bi-ace, Chile🇨🇱, this is a personal blog so you'll find only random shit and things like that so.... enjoy I guess (header by bispiders)
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You know, as the concept of “zombifying fungi” becomes more and more popular, I notice it still referred to everywhere as like a “brain parasite.” So I guess a lot of people overlooked or forgot how in 2019 it was discovered that cordyceps and other similar fungal parasites leave the brain and nervous system completely untouched. They only control the muscles. They use chemical signals to make the muscles flex in real time where they want to go :)

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It’s funny how many people are replying “but that’s worse!” like you didn’t know that’s exactly why I put a smiley

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I just thought of this random DC x DP idea...

Bruce Wayne, bragging about his kids like they are a cutest, sweetest little angels that you can fit in your palm. like, they've been grown so much but they're still his baby!! I still love to carry him to bed when he falls asleep on the couch like the adorable kid he is! (It's Jason in my head)

Jack Fenton, bragging about his son (post reveal/good ending) like he's this eldritch monster that could destroy everything in his path and probably is a mob boss based on the stories he tells cuz he's just so proud of his Dan-O!

Then in walks Jason and Danny, hand in hand, going to Bruce and Jack to announce they're dating and people think Jason is a Fenton and Danny is a Wayne.

(Plus if someone like Dick or something just accidentally/or purposely made it worse... Well... Dick just loves his little brother, i guess)

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femmeyoshiko

hope u dont mind me keeping ur tags because ur right:

I’ll reblog this every time I see it.

this is why i steer clear of hard drugs. i’ve seen a fair share of stories similar to this. it’s good and great and awesome until it’s not and then there’s little hope for escape if you either don’t have help or can’t break out of the cycle for a second to realize you need to get that help.

anti-drug campaigns should absolutely be run by recovering addicts. shit, that’s what the anti-smoking campaigns do.

not-so-friendly reminder that hunting is an important part of conservation in many cases and that painting all hunting as morally, ethically, and/or environmentally "bad" does a major disservice to indigenous people, poor communities, and our environment

Conservation biologists actually work with hunters (and fishers) a lot in monitoring species health! Hunters will often know before anyone else when numbers are declining, have a vested interest in keeping the population around, and are often involved in research collaborations where they bring their kills in to be measured/have tissue taken for research.

There can be tension when restrictions conflict with the need to make rent, and trophy hunters are not included in this (going after only the largest members of a population and not even using the body for food is pretty bad for conservation). But hunters and conservationists can be, and should be, natural allies.

The Minnesota DNR has had a program for the last several years where they work with hunters to track Chronic Wasting Disease (a rather nasty neurological disease caused by prions) in local white-tailed deer populations, just as a single example!

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Really really REALLY wanna emphasize one of the points no one's boosting here, that a firm anti-hunting stance is INHERENTLY ANTI-NATIVE. Please don't forget that these policies are extremely racist towards our already extremely marginalized communities.

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.

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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.

reminder to:

  • straighten your back
  • go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT
  • go take your meds if you need to
  • drink some water
  • go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while
  • maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)
  • reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about
  • maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?
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trxye-and-txlly

I just would like to thank everyone who ever reblogs this so that it somehow ends up back on my dash because I usually need the reminder (especially the drinking water one)

Your reaction to chatGPT instantly lets me know how easy it would be to trick you into thinking that you are haunted

"omg it's literally alive!" Two beers, 45 minutes, deck of tarot cards, and I'm charging you 350$ for an exorcism.

"I read an article that it's showing simple self-awareness" two days, mild preparation, hot and cold reading, I can get 60$ for joints laced with sacred sage

"I just spoke to an AI and I'm... rattled to say the least, come with me on this dark journey" twenty minutes. I've got to science it up for you, but I can get you to come back every week to "disentangle the psychological imprint" for 125$

I get how the whole "listening to music as a dick-measuring contest for who can listen to the most obscure band" thing can get grating sometimes but I don't think people realize just how vital that phenomenon is for new up and coming bands to get a foot in the door. it's understandable to be annoyed by hipsterism but unless you want all music to be industry plants and former child stars you're just going to have to accept it as part of the social ecosystem.

most of your friends probably won't go around hyping up your amateurish self-released bandcamp project, but you know who will? the most insufferable hipster jackass you'll ever meet.

[your best friend playing your music in front of someone else]: yeah haha this is my friend's band... i know it's kinda weird and rough around the edges but i'm kinda into it... if you're not tho i'll turn it off.

[pretentious music guy you've never met before playing your music in front of someone else]: yeah so i found this on bandcamp and it completely blew me away, no one is making music like this today, it's so raw and experimental and interesting, i can't believe they only have 3 listeners on spotify, they're brilliant, frankly if you don't like this music you should kill yourself,

Kind of funny when fanfic writers have Tim figure out Dick’s identity by seeing Robin do a quadruple flip in person, because DC writers didn’t even think of that back when they were trying to make it a rule that Robin couldn’t be seen on TV so the Batfam could be urban legends. They just still had Tim see Robin do a flip on TV and never tried to explain how Robin could be an urban legend and still have his exploits broadcasted on TV by professional news media.

Batman just gaslights every cape & rogue he comes across.

The Penguin: Where’s you’re partner?

Batman: What partner.

The Penguin: Y- your partner. Robin. I saw him in the news yesterday.

Batman, straight-faced as a small child dressed like a traffic light drops from the ceiling onto his shoulders: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I work alone.

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It slowly becomes a thing where folks start thinking that Robin is some sort of being that is purposefully keeping Batman from being aware of it, to either fuck with him or with everyone else (or both).

Like, with all the quips and tricksey nature I could see someone coming to the conclusion that Batman's unknown (to Batman) partner is a fae, and that Robin is actually THE Robin Goodfellow just hanging out and entertaining himself by pretending to be a child vigilante.

It makes perfect sense! Who other than a fae would dress like that?? Let alone wear the brightest colors imaginable and somehow *still* be so stealthy? And look he's basically flying! Look at all those insane flips no way that's a human child!

The devil walks into your work on a Thursday.

“Hi,” you say, “welcome to McDonalds.”

The devil clops up to the register, red eyes sliding from the cartoonish picture of Grimace, to the Coca Cola drying in the grout, to the ketchup stain on your pale blue button down.

“What can I get started for you today,” you prod when he continues to stare.

“Uh,” he says. “I came for your soul?”

Your smile slips for a moment before you can pin it back in place. Thank goodness your manager is on their lunch. “We don’t sell that, I’m sorry. Have you tried a Big Mac?”

“I know McDonald’s doesn’t sell souls,” the devil says. “Your parents sold your soul. Before you were born.”

“Oh,” you say. That would explain…a lot, actually. “Well. I’m at work, so…can you collect later?”

“I’m owed your soul on your 18th birthday,” he says.

“It’s my birthday today?” You glance at the register. “Wow. I forgot.”

“That is so fucking sad,” the devil says. He punched the bridge if his nose. “When is your shift over?”

“3am.”

Jesus,” the devil says. He turns on his hoof. “I’m going to go buy you a cake or something.”

“Wow,” you say. You press a hand over your heart. “That—that actually would make my week.”

“And that’s sad,” the devil calls over his shoulder. “See you at 3!”

Now you have a reason to look forward to getting off work.

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2:30 am rolled in at such a snails pace, but you kept that plastered mask on the whole night.

You had to deal with a rainbow of people all day. From rich kids looking down on you to that poor homeless guy that comes by asking for your stale fries.

Your boss had watched over you and your coworkers and have scolded you a few dozen times for not upselling, or even appeasing the Karen at max volume.

But now you were doing the one thing no one in a McDonald's would dare do. You cleaned the mc flurry machine. A rare sight to see and probably the only working one in town.

You hear the chime, the chime of dread, your stomach drops, and you fix that mask turning to face the next customer.

Only to internally sigh in relief. Oh good, its just the Devil.

He walks in with what appears to be a medium sized box. He still looked as disgruntled as before. Maybe even more so as he looks around the dingy Mc Donald's.

"Welcome back! You're early!"

"Is... that.. a working mc flurry mechine?" He answers instead looking over you. You nod with perhaps a hint of pride.

"Yes Sir! Just cleaned it. Would you like one?" You can see him staring into your soul. Which, you suppose is his soul now.

"No. Just.. be done already."

You nod to him watching him clop over to a table setting the box down. Huh... your soul is now his? You didn't have time to think about that.

Your manager pops their head out from the back. "Hey. Josh said he's gonna be late. Need you to...." you glance over to see your manager staring at the gargantuan devil sitting there. He looks back causing your manager to freeze in horror. You never seen them so pale.

"Your employee quits as of this moment. Figure out your own issues. Leave." He said with menacing eyes that flash. Your manager turns around and books it to the back, possibly to pray for forgiveness.

You take that as your cue to clock out. You offer a goodbye to your boss but they won't have any of it.

The devil watches you slip from out behind the counter now with even more distain. Your pants look... questionable.

"How often do you even do laundry?"

"If I can have a day off that doesn't involve driving my younger siblings to and from their music classes and tutors."

The devil stares in disgust now understanding what your parents did.

They sold their first born and invested in the younger siblings.

And they say the devil is the worst..

"Just... damnit just sit down."

You do as he sets out two golden plates opening up the box to reveal a professionally made cake with a black marble icing and gold flakes. Set on top are black candles that's wax looks to shimmer like a dark rainbow. The flames flicker and crackle shifting from one color to another. Its beautiful.

You don't know what you were expecting. You almost expected a cheap sheet cake from the store down the street.

"... happy birthday... make a wish I guess... blow out your candle..."

You smile, you make the same wish you made every year. "I wish for a pet." You don't say it out loud. It was out of habit even though you know it won't come true. Least you now understand why.

You blow out the candle and it gives off a sigh like a ghost had escaped your lips.

You watch this soft glowing whisp floats around you while the devil cuts you a piece of cake. You only look back when you hear your fork be set next to your plate.

"Thank you.. its a lovely cake."

He brushes it off. "Just.. eat."

You enjoy your cake as he watches. After a moment he speaks.

"Your parents sold your soul to me."

"Mmhmm.."

"Meaning you belong to me."

"Mmm"

"In hell."

When you clear your mouth you reply. "So, what will I be? Burning punished for all eternity? Slave labor? Dealing with karens?"

He stares at you not sure if he should feel impressed or bothered by the fact you just don't seem that fazed.

"Souls sold to me become whatever I feel like them being. You..." he stares at you as you enjoy more of your cake.

"Your not even fazed by the fact your going to hell."

You shake your head. Simply enjoying the sinfully delicious cake.

"You could be tasked with cleaning up hell hound shit."

"Oh! This mean I can see hells good bois??"

"...... you could be handing out toys for orgys...?"

"Sounds like they be having fun."

"Cleaning up torture chambers?"

"Have you seen the bathrooms?"

The devil takes a breath to compose himself. Mortals these days... whats the point of hell when theres a worse one on earth?

When your full he closes the box, the plate and fork vanish.

"Come with me"

You oblige following him out of the McDonald's.

He doesn't even bother asking about if you have a car. He already knew that answer.

"Your going to be one of my messengers to the other realms."

You blink looking up at him.

"Really? Nothing nasty like the ones you mentioned?"

"Look kid, if you can keep a straight face serving me, practically live like your in hell, and still be the only few willing to keep a mc flurry working.. I'd rather you go deliver things to and from hell to like... I dont know anubis or Hades."

You follow along your little whisp still dancing around you.

"Okay... one more question..."

He sighs "what?"

"Can I pet a hell hound?"

"....... yes.... yes you can pet a hell hound."

What relatively

mundane magically enhanced

item would you want?

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD?????

Y’all motherfuckers out here yeeting titties into a pocket dimension WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT ELSE IS INSIDE IT

This is why we had the Crab Discussion over on twitter back in the day; someone made a dnd magic binder

What if it’s all the same pocket dimension

What if your tiddies bounce off someone elses while you’re not looking

What if someone puts something else in their binder like you do with a bra? It’s harder but I fucking pinky swear it is fucking doable because I Have Done It

When you go into the mysterious magic shop you fucking need to bring your fey pact questions list gang there could be crabs in the tiddy dimension

All I'm Hearing Is Free Top Surgery

Snipity Snap You Won't Be Getting Your Titties Back, Says The Crab Surgeon.

Yeah but then you still constantly feel the pinchies

They’re still part of your body

Breasting boobily in the pocket dimension with a crab on each nip

Hmmm Fair.

But Please Take Into Consideration That Depending On The Type Of Crab, Let's Say The Pocket Dimension Crab Is A Coconut Crab, Thine Tatas Will Be Gone In Seconds.

Sure There Will Be Pain But That's Where Your Friend With The Bonk Em Fix Em Hammer Comes In. (Assuming Of Course That The Hammer Gets The Memmo And Gives You Flat Fuck Friday Levels Of Chest And Not Re-Titty-Fy You Of Course. Magic Items Can Have Some Genie Style Tom Fuckery To Them.)

This is why you need to ask the important questions before making your decision, you can’t just stick body parts into pocket dimensions without some idea what’s inside

There will also be lots of bleeding and chances for infection, and if you wanted nipples you’d need to find someone else’s to get grafted in

Hmm. Important questions for each of these.

Magic Glasses: Can they be lost? Sure, indestructible always up to date glasses would be nice, but not if I set them down somewhere and forget them or knock them into a bin and accidentally send them to the dump. Can they be stolen? Do they suit themselves to the wearer or are they bound to the owner? Can they be given to someone else if the original owner doesn't need them anymore? If they are non-transferable, what happens when the owner dies? Are we, the world, just gonna have growing piles of indestructible glasses sitting around that we can't even recycle?

Shoes: They don't wear down, presumably meaning the sole, but can they wear out in other ways? Also, what style we talking about here? men's dress, loafers, work boots, cowboy boots, sneakers, Van's, combat boots, steel toed, Crocs, flip flops, 9in stilletos, slippers? There are so many types of shoes and most of them just aren't practical, safe, or healthy for everyday wear.

Shapewear: See above. Where are the tits going? What else is in there?

Fridge: Does it still need electricity? What's the capacity? We talking dorm room mini fridge or commercial kitchen sized? Can it only preserve food or does it universally apply stasis to whatever is inside? When is stasis activated? Always or only when the door is closed?

Walls: Are doorways and windows also protected? What if I have a pet that eats insects? Can I still intentionally bring bugs in? What happens to the bugs that try to get in? Do they get teleported somewhere else? Do they die and I just get a growing pile of insect corpses around my house? Is my house a bee killer now? Or do they all just magically know to avoid my house?

Bookshelf: See Shapewear. Wear do things go? What else is there? How big is this shelf? Could I feasibly put it in an RV? Or is it bound to a single location?

Toiletries: Does the cabinet know my brands? Or is it gonna give me those pads that gave me a rash, regular instead of dandruff shampoo, the body wash that dried my skin out, thr deodorant that made my pits itch, shitty public bathroom one ply toilet paper? Is it random? Where is it getting this stuff? Hopefully not taking it from some homeless shelter or something. And again, can the cabinet be moved?

Hammer: What are the limits? Just impact damage or can it fix other kinds of damage like @captain-krow-drozdov seems to think? Does it cover an AOE? Or just where the head of the hammer hits? How does the hammer determine what is and is not fixed? Does it just return something to the previous state? To the initial state? Can it fix underlying issues or longstanding damage or is it limited to recent damage on a surface level?

being a woman is fucking exhausting. everything is created to disgrace our lives. this is horrifying.

The website promises to make “men’s dreams come true.” Users upload a photo of a fully clothed woman of their choice, and in seconds, the site undresses them for free. With that one feature, it has exploded into one of the most popular “deepfake” tools ever created.

Far more advanced than the now-defunct “DeepNude” app that went viral in 2019, this new site has amassed more than 38 million hits since the start of this year, and has become an open secret in misogynist corners of the web. (HuffPost is not naming the site in order to avoid directing further traffic to it.) It went offline briefly Monday after HuffPost reached out to its original web host provider, IP Volume Inc., which quickly terminated its hosting services. But the site was back up less than a day later with a new host — as is often the case with abusive websites.

"Hany Farid, a computer scientist at UC-Berkeley who specializes in digital-image forensics and was not involved in the original pix2pix research, said the fake-nude system also highlights how the male homogeneity of AI research has often left women to deal with its darker side.

AI researchers, he said, have long embraced a naive techno-utopian worldview that is hard to justify anymore, by openly publishing unregulated tools without considering how they could be misused in the real world.

“It’s just another way people have found to weaponize technology against women. Once this stuff gets online, that’s it. Every potential boyfriend or girlfriend, your employer, your family, may end up seeing it,” Farid said. “It’s awful, and women are getting the brunt of it.

“Would a lab not dominated by men have been so cavalier and so careless about the risks?” he added. “Would [AI researchers] be so cavalier if that bad [stuff] was happening to them, as opposed to some woman down the street?”"

There is so much wrong with AI art generators, this is just the beginning. Until the database is shut down, the generators are forced to purge their unlicensed and stolen art, and they set up an opt-in database like the one that AI music generators use, this will get worse and worse.

"It takes 35,000 stitches to make a pair of socks, so that's 35,000 actions you're doing to produce this item that will hopefully take care of somebody, it's kind of like magic." 🔮✨🐇🧶❤️

I love this project - they complete UFOs left behind by loved ones.

If you want to sign up to finish projects, you can skip directly to their website. They do crochet and quilting projects as well as knitting.

@kernalphage​ (and everyone else thinking like this) - in the sign up form they ask what your skill level is. There’s also a field for if there’s projects that you won’t work on. You can tell them that you’re an advanced beginner, so they know not to send you any difficult projects.

So if you’d want to do it, but would only be able to finish simple projects (or maybe wouldn’t be able to have finished projects look perfect), you can tell them that, and the families can decide if that’s what they want.