being human things

it’s so funny to me how so many youtubers have to overhype their vids, like they’ll tweet 57 things in a row like “HEY BANANA SQUAD 😂 RT if you’re excited for a new video where i may or may not take off my pants in the middle of a whole foods!! 🙈 there might be a special guest….or 5???? 👀😝 mark SUNDAY the 21st at 7pm eastern standard time⏰ into your calendar📆 or i’ll come into your home and murder you and your entire family!!!1! 🙌👯😘”

but then all dan has to do to get the phandom so hyped for a video that people are basically frothing at the mouth with excitement is to vaguely ramble about a “cheeky idea” for about 15 seconds during a liveshow

“[Andrew Jackson] told Alexander Hamilton’s son James, ‘Your father was not in favor of the Bank of the United States.’ (That was like telling Benjamin Franklin’s son that his father was not in favor of electricity.)" 

This still is, and always will be, my favorite thing I have ever read.

(From a National Review article titled "Andrew Jackson, for Better or Worse” by Richard Brookhiser)

in a shocking turn of events:

when I am too much in my head and feeling that sweet sweet crippling insecurity about my art and my life choices, it turns out that talking with people about those things does wonders!

Distribution and Habitat Ch. 4

Rating: M
Word Count: 5720
Chapters: 4/?
Summary:  If he puts Link in the same category as himself, which isn’t exactly far from reality, it smarts. Only because he’s looked at Link as some monster, some terrible human being for the things that he’s done. Which it’s not to say he isn’t a monster, it’s just that Rhett’s got to stop subcategorizing himself. 
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, assassin!link, thief!rhett 

Link to AO3

why do i gotta ask for people to let this 30 yr old man live his 30 yr old life. like. drink a beer phil. call dan a cheeky fucking cunt when he’s being an idiot phil. make a disgusting sex joke that’s so bad it’s funny phil. live ur life. do it for me babe. im sorry people still treat you like a 15 year old scene kid who wants to fuck a plant.

An AU where a big and advanced alien species enslaved humanity some centuries ago, and they consider humans as cute, fashionable pets.

Aliens are big and weird, and in a size and social role comparison humans are like a small housecat.

So you’re minding your business in your home, climbing up on the improbably big furniture and prodding at the incomprehensible alien knick-knacks. They use some really unintuitively behaving materials and they bounce when they should crack, or break when they’ve obviously taken harder knocks before.

Sometimes an alien picks you up with half a dozen tentacles, brings you close to its weird, bad-smelling eating and sniffing orifice, and proceeds to rub its face on your chest while you hang in there, while the alien goes “SNOOFMURFMURFSNUFMOOF” on you. Because it loves you, that’s why. Then it carries you to a different room while lovingly caressing you behind an ear with a slightly damp, cool tentacle, and plops you down in a seemingly random spot.

Occasionally, you spot someone else peering at you from around a corner or behind a bit of furniture, and you run over to see who it is, but they vanish - only to appear a little way off elsewhere. This only ever happens when the alien is in the room, watching you, and while it’s holding a strange-looking rod. That’s right - you’re pretty much chasing a laser pointer.

There’s this huge bowl in one room, kind of like an oversized punch bowl, and the alien pours some sort of slurry into it every day. It looks like week-old borscht, but the flavor changes by day. Sometimes it tastes like bacon, other times like candy. As soon as you’ve gotten comfortable with it, the alien starts serving you some completely different kind of slurry that tastes like aphids and old socks, and makes this frustrated “BLURBLEPLURPBLORRB”-noise while wiggling its flagella at you when you shun this substandard fare. There’s no way to make it clear that the place the alien got your food stopped carrying it and now the alien is trying very hard to get something as similar as it can find so you’ll be happy, but how’s it supposed to know how it tastes to you?

But when all is said and done, the alien does care about you. You get some weird-looking but fun toys to play with, you have a nice, soft and enormous pillow to lounge on, and the alien apparently enjoys listening to you talk at it while it gives you gentle tentacle-pets. And you can usually sleep curled up next to its big and soft midsection when the house is dark for the next 27 hours.

why do people who use the “lol u triggered” subset of Jokes™ only use Those Certain Ones and nothing else like I just heard a guy use the same “punchline” 4 separate times regarding 4 separate things like not only is this humor bananas offensive but it’s also repetitive and boring as sin on the most basic level.

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Ljuba Prenner (1906-1977) was a Slovenian writer and lawyer. He* was baptised as Amalija Marija Uršula but started calling himself Ljuba early in childhood. In high school, he got a short men’s haircut and started wearing men’s clothes. Because of his gender (presentation) he had to work a lot harder than his peers to pass and had to transfer high schools several times all while supporting himself, but he persisted and moved to Ljubljana to study law after graduating high school in Belgrade. He got his PhD in law in 1941, and started working with the National Liberation Front, saving Slovenian prisoners from Italian prisons and concentration camps based on a fake law he made up, until Germans caught him. He fought for justice his whole career and was very passionate about saving people from death sentence and staged trials. His progressive political views often clashed with authorities and he was banned from practising law for seven years, expelled from Slovenian Writers’ Society, banned from writing, and sentenced to a working camp for two years.

Despite the problems he encountered as a writer, he published a lot of short stories, children’s stories, and had two theater plays and an opera libretto staged. He also went down in history as the author of the first proper Slovenian detective novel (allegedly written on a bet). He also wrote first person (using masculine grammatical gender) love poetry for his lover. He loved art and was friends with many important artists of the time.

Little is known about his romantic life. He lived with maths professor Slavica Rems, who also kept a lot of his unpublished manuscripts, and was later close with teacher Štefka Vrhnjak. They wanted to grow old together, but Štefka died of cancer which broke Ljuba’s heart. He met Štefka’s niece Marija Mrzel Krenker and her family at the funeral and started spending a lot of time with them, eventually moving in and living with them as a family member. Jerca Mrzel, one of the daughters, says that the kids saw Ljuba as a father figure and referred to him as “striček” (uncle).

He was known for facing prejudice with a good sense of humor. His legal assistant recounted a story of him entering the office on the first day of work in a new legal firm with a batch of kremna rezina cakes, saying, “I’m Dr. Ljuba Prenner, not a man nor a woman and I brought you cakes so that you can treat yourselves.” (“Jaz sem dr. Ljuba Prenner, ne moški ne ženska, tukaj imate torte in se posladkajte.”) There is only one known written account of him talking about his gender presentation in a letter, saying, “Wearing trousers makes living easier for me, I suffer in skirts, and God only knows why that is. I was afraid of being myself for years, but I am myself now, and people have finally stopped paying it any mind.” He also famously responded to rumours and slander saying, “Anyone who talks behind my back is talking to my ass.” (“Kdor za mojim hrbtom govori, se z mojo ritjo pogovarja.”)

He died of cancer aged 71, nursed through his final months by the Mrzel family.

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*I use he/him pronouns for Ljuba, because one of his step daughters confirmed that he referred to himself in masculine grammatical gender among friends, and allegedly also in letters to them (but those have not been published yet). It is also possible that his chosen name was Ljubo (masculine) and not Ljuba (feminine) but since all sources that I have found insist on calling him Ljuba (and most a woman) it’s hard to tell.

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Aesthetic: Norma Bates visibly surprised because of Alex Romero + (✿◠‿◠)

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@harvestmoonpeoples asked for Bo helping Kuroo fix his hair with hairbands and hairpins and this might have gotten out of hand

every time I draw a comic about Kuroo’s hair I swear it’s the last one but I’m weak and it’s a lie

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Rough around the edges, memories and baggage… You know me;
Never play the safe card, when I go I go hard.