Misha Collins was literally like "As a bisexual...supporter"
From the journal of Siliquasquama, May 25, 2023
Oh dear, that one can only marry one person! I understand the dilemma Miss Westenra faces. (Hypothetically, I mean. I have never had any suitors.)
As for her choice of suitors, I would suggest to Lucy that she ride that bronco. But if not, I would marry the man for his accent alone.
As for her mysterious third suitor...could it be Dracula himself?
No, probably not.
But what if!
From the journal of Siliquasquama, May 22, 2023
I have taken it upon myself to read Dracula, or, more precisely, listen to the audiobook version called "Re: Dracula". I might as well understand what everyone else is going on about with this tale, and whether it is indeed, to my mind, full of things that are amusing when you consider the implications.
For example, I reached the part where Dracula is reading Bradshaw's guide. I have been informed that this scene sounds very much like Dracula grabbed a random book off the shelf to pretend he was reading as soon as he knew Jonathan would enter the room. I did not get that sense from the story...and yet, so much as I have been only half paying attention to the audiobook as I attend to my tasks, I may well be missing the context.
So I decided to read the actual text, through Project Gutenberg, in order to catch things I missed. And in comparing the audiobook to the text, one scene in particular strikes me as having amusing implications that I do not think anyone else picked up on.
It is the part of Jonathan's journey wherein he rides the caleche to the castle. When I listened to the audiobook, I surmised that the figure with the long beard and hat and sharp teeth and eyes gleaming red must be Dracula himself; the voice actor for this mysterious figure certainly sounded like the voice actor who read the letter from Dracula. And surely the terrified peasants on the coach would not have been crossing themselves and saying "the dead travel fast" if it had not been a vampire greeting them!
But as I continued listening, I missed a few minutes and came back to paying attention where the actual Count Dracula greets Jonathan at the castle door. And here, the count is described as having a long mustache and no beard...so I, with my lack of context, and only half-hearing the story anyway amidst the machine motors, missed some of the description and though that this figure in the doorway must be Renfield. Because Dracula can't be the coach driver AND the man at the door, could he? (As I say, I have never read this story before.)
And then I read the text, and the sequence is as follows: The caleche driver drops off Jonathan; he drives the caleche into a dark opening and disappears; a few minutes later the great door opens and there is the Count, with, again, no beard.
So who in heaven's name was that coach driver?
All I can think was that the driver was, in fact, Dracula himself, wearing a false beard; and that as soon as he'd got the coach and horses stored he took off the beard, changed his clothing, dashed to the door and opened it.
It would be in keeping with everyone else's assumption that Dracula is doing all the dusting and cleaning at super-speed when Jonathan isn't looking.
May 25, 2023
In further reading I discovered that not only is it utterly obvious Dracula is doing the cleaning at super-speed, but Jonathan has rightly deduced that the driver was Count Dracula all along.
And yet the full implications of that scene either have not crossed his mind, or have not found their way into his journal. Goodness knows if my own carriage driver turned out to be wearing a fake beard and turned out to be the owner of the creepy empty house he was taking me to, I would think him an odd fellow indeed!
But then, that is the least of the odd things happening in that place.
Literally and metaphorically
That sure is an fucking animal.
isekai about a nyc apartment block getting teleported into a fantasy realm, and how this group of people who previously have only had incidental contact with one another come together to build a vibrant community in their new circumstances. there's a season-long arc about introducing bagels and pizza to the fantasy world that gets into the details of sourcing ingredients, developing new technologies, and learning how to work with supernatural substitutions.
Clarifying question: just the people or the buildings and animal life too?
And does it include random people on the street at the time of the transfer?
oh the whole thing for sure, im picturing the whole city block with a crust of sidewalk just dropped onto the outskirts of a small medieval village. im thinking theres probably a corner store and a couple other things included too, so youve got the people who work there or were shopping at the time of the transfer too.
i hadnt thought of animals but having a whole thing w pigeons would be awesome too; have new york feral pigeons meeting with tamed messenger pigeons of the era, a raccoon that was sleeping in a trash can eats a magical necklace and starts talking. love it.
fucking love this. an army of monster rats descend upon the kingdom, led by a single subway rat under the banner of a half-eaten pizza crust
But they do not anticipate the rise of the Hero, their one, true, and most worthy foe—
THE BODEGA CAT
Bagels are fairly simple to make in a typical medieval fantasy world, but I do assume that finding tomatoes for the pizza would be A Quest.
Somebody's got tomato plants growing on their patio.
Next year everybody in a three-mile radius and their family elsewhere has got tomato plants growing in their little garden plots and the village is richer than God from selling tomato sauce to the nobles and the king.
"Sir Albermarle, I bid thee go forth, and investigate the nature of this mysterious 'bado bong bado bang'. Is it a heretical religious movement of some sort?"
"Your Majesty, it's 'bada bing bada boom.'"
"Ah! And how exactly do you know that, hm?"
"Well, uh -- I mean, who knows where new slang comes from, your Majesty?"
"I assume you do. Out with it."
"Comes from the same place as the tomatoes, your Majesty."
"Ah ha! I might have known! Well, let us make sure we have a proper monopoly on the source of the wondrous sauce. I bid thee go forth with my message, that the Noo Yawkers must swear fealty to me!"
"They seem a proud and indefatigable people, your Majesty. Few though they may be, none who have threatened their tomato patches have escaped without injury."
"They're just a bunch of ruffian interlopers. Be off with you!"
Wow, so do I. It's like we have the same friends or something.
Before the Smart Phone and the Smart Watch there was the Smart Cardigan.
And now we have the Smut Cardigan
From the journal of Siliquasquama, May 22, 2023
I have taken it upon myself to read Dracula, or, more precisely, listen to the audiobook version called "Re: Dracula". I might as well understand what everyone else is going on about with this tale, and whether it is indeed, to my mind, full of things that are amusing when you consider the implications.
For example, I reached the part where Dracula is reading Bradshaw's guide. I have been informed that this scene sounds very much like Dracula grabbed a random book off the shelf to pretend he was reading as soon as he knew Jonathan would enter the room. I did not get that sense from the story...and yet, so much as I have been only half paying attention to the audiobook as I attend to my tasks, I may well be missing the context.
So I decided to read the actual text, through Project Gutenberg, in order to catch things I missed. And in comparing the audiobook to the text, one scene in particular strikes me as having amusing implications that I do not think anyone else picked up on.
It is the part of Jonathan's journey wherein he rides the caleche to the castle. When I listened to the audiobook, I surmised that the figure with the long beard and hat and sharp teeth and eyes gleaming red must be Dracula himself; the voice actor for this mysterious figure certainly sounded like the voice actor who read the letter from Dracula. And surely the terrified peasants on the coach would not have been crossing themselves and saying "the dead travel fast" if it had not been a vampire greeting them!
But as I continued listening, I missed a few minutes and came back to paying attention where the actual Count Dracula greets Jonathan at the castle door. And here, the count is described as having a long mustache and no beard...so I, with my lack of context, and only half-hearing the story anyway amidst the machine motors, missed some of the description and though that this figure in the doorway must be Renfield. Because Dracula can't be the coach driver AND the man at the door, could he? (As I say, I have never read this story before.)
And then I read the text, and the sequence is as follows: The caleche driver drops off Jonathan; he drives the caleche into a dark opening and disappears; a few minutes later the great door opens and there is the Count, with, again, no beard.
So who in heaven's name was that coach driver?
All I can think was that the driver was, in fact, Dracula himself, wearing a false beard; and that as soon as he'd got the coach and horses stored he took off the beard, changed his clothing, dashed to the door and opened it.
It would be in keeping with everyone else's assumption that Dracula is doing all the dusting and cleaning at super-speed when Jonathan isn't looking.
The breadline has long been a potent symbol, but it’s also one that, for mainstream media and political institutions, can only manifest beyond America’s borders. When they happen in other countries, food shortages are framed as evidence of precapitalist backwardness. The American system, by contrast, is one of such relentless dynamism and efficiency that, while individual people might experience problems or hardships — hunger, poverty, unemployment — they are precluded from being an indictment of the model itself.
In light of this, it’s worth considering a recent Bloomberg report on the growing queues outside the nation’s food banks that begins by describing a lineup outside one Boston Red Cross facility that stretched the length of two football fields. It includes quotes like this one, from a forty-year-old disabled woman who is a mother forced to ration food for her two adolescent children. “They’re like ‘Mama, I want two pieces, I want three,’” Lopes said. “They’re boys. They’re big. They want more.”
Scenes like this are all too common across America today, as food banks report record demand amid skyrocketing grocery prices. The US Census Bureau estimates that nearly twenty-five million people went hungry in April alone, thanks in part to the slashing of pandemic era food stamp benefits.
Such queues are breadlines in all but name. Tens of millions presently do not have enough to eat in a country with a $25 trillion GDP, all while Congress debates the possibility of attaching new work requirements to an already inadequate and paternalistic food assistance program. Effectively, ordinary Americans are being hit with a three-punch combo of soaring food prices, benefit cuts, and fiscal policies explicitly designed to drive up unemployment.
As one commentator succinctly put it: “1) Too many people have jobs so the [Federal Reserve] raises rates to boost unemployment in the name of taming inflation. 2) People lose their jobs, making them need food stamps. 3) Politicians demand those same people get jobs to be eligible for food stamps, but the jobs are now harder to get.”
Want, cruelty, waste, it’s all here — the whole needless cycle symbolized by long lines outside of food banks in urban areas where there is more than enough to eat. God bless the free market.
Everything old is new again
from labor exploitation to corporate welfare, capitalism kills. agc.
I see this is from 2015, two years before the Republican party revealed that it was absolutely fine with jacking up the federal budget deficit after all.
After decades of dragging everyone around, blocking spending and demanding budget cuts out the wazoo in the name of not increasing the deficit.
In light of the events of 2017, this cartoon stops looking like a principled objection and starts to look like a bunch of lying propaganda.
POV: you're scrolling through my blog
since apparently this is controversial, reblog with your country in the tags and whether or not you think noodles and pasta are the same thing
Noodles are in soup. Pasta is in sauce.
Honestly, the complicated series of chunky analogue switches you have to flip on startup doesn't actually do anything – it's just there to make sure you're sober enough to pilot the giant death robot.
Nobody who fights in the giant robot wars wants to be sober.
Except, of course, all the hapless young teenagers who fall into the cockpit. I get the feeling that they instantly outclass everyone around them because they are far less likely to have started a drinking habit.
Oh shit nobody said anything about Earth Day this year. We forgot about Earth Day.
Every child abuse survivor who has done even 2 secs of healing inherently understands why we should not be mindlessly supporting “parents rights.”
Just another way the right is using warm fuzzy language to describe truly heinous things.
Thank god for the adults who taught me things my parents wouldn’t. Thank fucking god.
The people who push the idea of "parental rights" would be dumbfounded at the idea that children have rights.
awakecels seething over bedpilled sleepchads
Lord of time, take me back to days when I wouldn't have understood any of these words.













