Didn’t see any posts about it so here it is for the other Photosensitive folks,
Nimona has a lot of flashing lights, no intense strobing (ie Incredibles) but includes:
Alarm sequences (red lights, ‘police’ lights), explosions and gunfire
Sparks/flashing/flickering lights, firelight
Thunderstorms and lightning effects,
Flashes from color to black (hard to describe)
All within the first few minutes of the movie, frequently throughout.
It wasn’t too terrible when I watched with other lights on during the day but I tried watching it with them off and it was pretty bad. Sharing this so other people can find it would be much appreciated!
DST ancients, RW ancients : mess with funny magic black goo
Silly little watercolor thing a did a bit ago
He’s not the only one who can fly. That dude created it all by himself, baby.
So, going by the idea of "every truly great story has a random Texan" (see: Dracula, His Dark Materials), I asked my Tolkien encyclopedia wife what race/culture in The Lord of the Rings is the Texan equivalent. They got real mad when I suggested the Rohirrim (because horse culture, I didn't actually think that was the answer but I wanted to provoke my wife), and... I'm gonna step aside so my wife can rant about who in LotR is the actual Random Texan.
Horse =/= Texan.
See the thing about the Texan is that they’re alien, they think overly much of themselves, and they’re not actually as good at shit as they think they are.
You know who hits all those buttons?
LEGOLAS GREENLEAF.
1) he’s not familiar to the POV characters, being an elf.
2) He and all Silvan elves think very highly of themselves even when it’s not really justified anymore.
3) he foregoes a saddle in a situation where riding bareback is actively harder and more inclined to overexertion, probably bc he doesn’t actually know how to handle a saddle but is, bc of point 2, unwilling to reveal he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing.
Legolas Greenleaf is the Texan of Lord of the Rings.
I was thinking the dwarves myself, but yeah, this fits.
dwarves are miners, misunderstood, and live in the ancient mountains. Dwarves are Appalachian.
This is going to sound like I'm taking the piss, but I swear I'm not.
Where would we put orcs geographically, then? New Jersey?
A cursed hellhole that was once fertile earth, but is now blackened and twisted, and there is a toll to all who enter and leave? A place where petty status-boasting and backstabbing are the rule of the day? Yeah, I'd say that orcs are from New Jersey. 😉
....I mean I was going to say "bloodthirsty and hostile," but you went way more poetic than me.
Appalachian Dwarves
I mean... what is "Far Over The Misty Mountains Old" if not a somber, minor-key Dwarven rendition of "Take Me Home, Country Roads"?
Sometimes corporate speak is good. For example, Space X calling their rocket explosion a “rapid unscheduled disassembly” is the funniest thing I’ve heard all week
while it is a very funny term it’s actually perfectly common rocketry terminology, it’s the technical term for “rocket sploded”
another fun rocketry term is “lithobraking”. Like, one way spaceships lower their orbits is by skimming along the top of the atmosphere, letting the friction slow them down. This is called “Aerobraking”, because they’re using the atmosphere as a brake.
Lithobraking, therefore, is coined by analogy, with “litho-” being the greek root for “stone”. It’s how you slow your spaceship down… by crashing it into the fucking ground.
So a crashed rocket “executed a lithobraking maneuver”.
There’s also “Engine rich exhaust”, which is what happens when your rocket engine starts breaking apart and bits of machinery are burning along with the fuel that’s supposed to be burning.
A more technical term is “Negative periapsis”. Orbits have a periapsis and an apoapsis, the lowest and highest altitude they reach each orbit. A negative periapsis, therefore, is a negative altitude. Your rocket hit the ground.
And related is the term “ablative X”. Ablative heat shielding is a type of heat dissipation where you have a layer of some material covering your spaceship, which heats up into a gas and blows away. So you lose bits of it as you go through the atmosphere. The joke version is when you refer to things as “ablative” when they’re not intended to be: ablative sensors, ablative wings, ablative space probe. that is, your spaceship lost parts it wasn’t supposed to lose while flying through the atmosphere.
I’m awake sadly
My ring finger still has that stupid bruise and my wrist is being a fat whore
yknow what. fuck you. you can tie your own dick into balloon animal shapes next time. dont come crying to me
Young women today blaming feminism for the evils of capitalism… i want you to have time to pick berries as well but that’s not on women in the 70s for wanting to have a life independent of their husbands
tags from @dingdongyouarewrong
Not only this, I've seen people blame the 2nd wave feminist movement for stagnating wages. They claim that, because women entered and saturated the workforce, employers can get away with paying everyone less. Not everyone comes out and says the quiet part out loud, but a lot of these arguments have the obvious implication of "things were better when the workforce was mostly men and women were just homemakers."
Like not only is this historically inaccurate (poor women and many women of color have always had to work outside the home, for one), it's so victim-blamey. Instead of getting angry at the corporations who keep making more and more record profits every year while continuing to underpay their employees, let's get angry at women fighting for and achieving financial independence.
(checks the news) oh twitter added a post limit. i guess thats fair, i dont think many people exceed 300 posts a day anyways so i dont see why we're welcoming refugees agai
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IT'S A POST READING LIMIT?
Yeah whatever you think you're a tough guy or something? Watch (i run really fast headfirst into the wall and knock myself unconscious. it's unclear to you if this was intentional)
wish i had a bit going where whenever i said "the prophecy" like three of my friends would repeat "the prophecy" in different tones while squinting into the distance and rubbing their chins like sages deep in thought. i would also do this for them, im a team player
okay, so, be me, 27 years old at the time, an adult by any definition in the world
be me at the los angeles zoo, one of my very favorite places in the world, because i love animals. i am immedietly 8 years old when presented with a little creature. i can’t help it.
okay, wait, go back. we must establish two things for this to hit right
first:
the year before, i’d gone to the san diego zoo with my aunt and grandma and! they let you feed giraffes there!!
how wonderful a world and how wonderful a life, where for $10 I can hand feed a giant creature three crispy biscuits. i go “i am feeding the giraffes right now” and go in line to buy the biscuits and return moments later triumphant, 3 biscuits in my grasp
“oh good!” my grandmother says, “one for each of us!”
“yes,” i say, despondent, “one for each of us.”
i wanted to feed all three to the giraffes myself but since i am an actual adult and not a child i do not say this and share the biscuits
second:
my friend group echoes. a lot
someone tells a story and ends it with “and that’s what happened!” and the rest of us will repeat “and that’s what happened!”
often in unison. and it’s constant, all the time, even to little stuff. often said in the tone of “they don’t even have dental”
ok, so we’re back at the los angeles zoo. they have opened the giraffe feeding
i am not going to be thwarted again
my two friends (K and M) get in line to feed them and i go to buy the biscuits. i return with nine biscuits because i am going to give the giraffes three biscuits myself and i do not want to hear a word of protest. i am being fair. i am being equitable. i am sharing. no one can judge me
“wow!” says K. “that’s a lot of biscuits!”
“the cult provides,” i say generously, handing over their share, because what is a friend group if not a small cult
and then, automatically, in unison, like they have so many times before and thinking nothing of what exactly they’re saying, M and K reply, “the cult provides”
two different people in line turn to stare at us while we all blink at each other and then M nervously shouts, “we are definitely not in a cult!” which sounds like something someone who is in a cult might say
and ever since it’s been a running bit where one person says “the cult ____” and everyone echoes it as seriously as possible, no matter where we are or who we’re around
which is to say, OP, that you could be living the dream if your friends weren’t cowards
Ok so I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole of researching period food & recipes, and,,,,
"one fifteenth century recipe contains the word "Chickens" four times-with four different spellings, of which the first is "Schyconys.""
excuse me medieval people but what the fuck
there is a German cookbook, 14th century, where almost every recipe is titled "eine gute speise" ("a good food"), with notable exceptions such as "das ist auch gute" ("this is also good").
looking at her viscera
(opened my pc to measure components)
(homoerotic)
Did this bad boy in two days, had to open it up and remove each part to get into its core and change the shell. It had a broken joystick and dusty ass screen. It was the most intimate thing I have ever done in my life, better than sex. I'm still searching for that high till this day.
Hey, y'all, does anyone know how to counter the Wall of Flesh opening????? The answer is time sensitive.
Who let mfs named Knock Out and Breakdown be medics. That is like your city hospital being run by Dr. Concussion Giver and his assistant Organ Failure.
