my personal conceptualization of angels, at least in the most traditional sense, is that they're divinely wrought and operated tools with a halo. unfortunately this presents me with the plucked chicken dilemma, because by that definition you can technically argue that a circular saw is a kind of angel.
Some D&D party is out there playing the coolest campaign ever.
I saw this when it was posted! Some highlights from the comments:
working an office job now is so funny because when i was 16 i worked a shitty minimum wage job where my manager was an ex-felon bodybuilder with knuckles tats who spent time in prison for attempted murder… so guess what, phil? your fancy title and lame white-collar intimidation tactics aren’t going to work on me, actually. i watched my old boss pull a knife on someone. you really think im going to fall to my knees when you make passive aggressive commentary? please get real
ahskajfgakl listen ive been struggling for years to take the corporate world seriously. like the posturing is SO ridiculous. people will unironically say things like “well im going to CC barbara from accounting >:(” and im like… is that supposed to be a threat? can barbara from accounting fight?
I had a dream about Columbo at a drag show. This is what came from it.
[Image 1 description: over the Bob the Drag Queen as Gertrude’s introductory screen card, the quote written reads “'Like a white girl in Compton. You can be here, but bitch, what you doing here?’ - Dungeons and Drag Queens, Episode 2” in a white font color]
[Image 2 description: over the Dimension 20 logo card, the quote written reads “’'Like a white girl in Compton. You can be here, but bitch, what you doing here?’ - Dungeons and Drag Queens, Episode 2” in a pale blue font color]
benoit blanc living across from a retired nate and sophie and instantly having beef with nate. they keep inviting each other over for dinner (sophie and phillip get along fabulously) and dinner keeps turning into a furious battle of wills as nate and benoit argue over courts of law, and more importantly what to do when such systems fail individuals. sophie and phillip blithely continue discussing what broadway production they might catch next over the sound of two brilliant minds whirring at 200 miles an hour
nate and sophie insist they dont have any children, but at irregular times of year and any hour of the night, they are visited by three young people. benoit manages to waylay the one named 'hardison' by the lifts, once; phillip catches 'eliot' out in the hallway grumpily fixing the doorbell to nate and sophie's apartment a few months later. the third, however, they've only ever glimpsed as a flash of a high ponytail, or squeezed between the other two, blocking her lithe frame from view.
(some nights they hear a yip of delight followed by a metallic zzzip going straight down past their windows, but that probably has nothing to do with anything)
sometimes, after cases that dont mete out the justice benoit knows the world deserves, or when a rich asshole has enough money and power up their sleeves to get away, despite it all, nate and sophie like to come by with dessert and sherry, and stay later than usual, until the whole affair entire is unravelled. a few weeks, sometimes months later, the inevitable happens - the rich asshole's web of lies pulls taut, exposing them to the authorities and the world in an almost ridiculous set of circumstances.
benoit likes to think of it as divine justice. phillip has his own suspicions.
To me it’s the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.
That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.
literally this.
Like he probably knew she didn’t have a car so he took her bc thats his bestie of course he’s not letting her ass ride the bus. He wants to have his morning bitch fest, too. He just never even questioned if she has a license. bc thats his platonic passenger princess.
Okay my new headcanon is that years later, when Robin has enough money for license and car, Steve is her passenger Princess.
The first day she’s supposed to drive the group around, someone tries to take the spot and she tells them off cause that’s for her passenger Princess.
And they’d be like omg Robin you got a girlfriend?? Congrats!!!
Then Steve shows up
Chapter 11 bankruptcy can generally be used to discharge even debts faced as a result of lawsuits — unless the judgments are found by a court to be the result of “willful and malicious” action by the defendant. Texas bankruptcy judge Christopher Lopez ruled on Oct. 19 that one of the judgments against Jones, accounting for about $1.1 billion of the total he faces, meets that criteria.
Delicious. Fucking erase him.
[ID: "Cold weather reminder. Do NOT plug space heaters into power strips or extension cords. Plug space heaters directly into the wall outlet. Power strips are not designed to handle the high current flow required by a space heater and can overheat causing a fire."
A photo is attached of a power strip with an extremely charred end. Part of the power strip's wire is also charred. End ID]
leverage is so fucking funny. man manages to find the most mentally ill and neurodivergent group of thieves on the market + an even more mentally ill guy whose literal job description was trying to chase all of them, and forces them into a found family speed-run by trying to blow them all up. they lowkey stage a full fucking country wide coup and are like eh 🤷 just another wednesday. this might be a fun place to vacation tho i guess. sophie shows up to her own funeral twice. they're so good at convincing people of their shit that they make a guy's body start reacting to an illness he doesn't have because it isn't real. go completely out on a limb and basically hand this one guy a new password for his computer so they can get into it and he goes with it. parker and hardison have straight up just "fake it 'till you make it"d into the fbi without even attempting to cover their tracks beyond just These Two Guys. half their clients never asked to be their clients and don't know they're their clients, and the other half are random people who find them who fuckin knows how, meanwhile no government agency can track them down without selling their soul to sterling. they make a point to have a dramatic scene w a Big Bad Shadowy Government Guy who doesn't actually get caught or brought to justice or anything telling them he's going to hunt them all down, and in any other show this would probably earn at least a minor arc later on but he literally never shows up again. an entire season finale hinged on a cake and a bunch of clams. they accidentally made eliot a celebrity not once, not twice, but three times. parker blew up her foster parents' house when she was like. nine. and it's hardly a footnote. hardison is just casually an artistic prodigy but it's only ever brought up for the most background of background gags. eliot's biggest beef with parker and hardison for like two and a half seasons is that they won't stop making weird food with lasers and refuse to realize they can't make a decent beer to save their lives. sophie's immediate response to being shot is to call her shooter a wanker. there's a character who has literally killed a man with a mop and they had the audacity to only put her in one episode.
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My biggest frustration with the left has always been the inability/unwillingness to work on making progress inside of the system while advocating for greater change.
I remember the first time I came to this realization.
I was nineteen, pregnant. We couldn’t afford to heat the house because we couldn’t afford the deposit to turn the gas on. It was miserably cold. The duplex we were renting was old and rickety and drafty. The window frames were messed up and there were cracks you could stick your finger through that were open to the elements.
Just, like, to give you an idea where we were financially. And this was better than we’d been doing before!
Anyway, I had recently started going to DSA meetings. And that month, they were talking about how a moderate democrat had successfully gotten a small increase in WIC benefits monthly. It came out to, like, $10 a month.
The members talking—mostly male, almost all doing decent—were scornful. The democrat should have pushed harder and gotten more, refused to accept anything until everyone else caved to their demands. I remember sitting there, quietly drinking the latte in the smallest size they had that I had bought with scrounged quarters, listening. Wishing it wasn’t held in an indie coffee shop because it was a luxury I really couldn’t afford, but it would be rude not to. Enjoying the coffee anyway.
I was one of the lucky ones who was getting that additional $10 a month through WIC. Even more exciting, we were now getting a voucher for the farmers’ market. I casually mentioned that WIC recipients would now be getting farmers’ market vouchers, too.
The guy who organized the meetings was a hard worker, passionate guy. Did something in tech.
He was like, “That’s the thing! These people don’t want farmers market vouchers. They want—” and he went on to describe a bunch of pie in the sky desires. That, yeah, sounded good.
But one. I was one of those people! A lot if the tamiles were super excited about it, myself included.
I had never been to a farmers’ market before. I tried arugula for the first time, a piece pulled from a bunch by the grower as he explained the flavor difference. I hadn’t known before then that different lettuce greens had different flavors, that it was more than just the texture and shape. I tried pesto, which delighted me. Goat cheese. I got three full pounds of strawberries for two dollars, since they were closing soon and the old man selling the berries got a kick out of me.
Anyway. It was like, you have a decent life. Not great but decent! The things that are life changing for me, for us… you already have.
The ten dollars at the grocery store made the difference between a meal of broken-noodles-with-some-half-horrible-pantry-scraps and a meal. It kept me full and healthy! And the additional farmers’ market voucher was world changing for me.
The democrat who worked for those things barely got them through. And it was means tested to hell and back. They weren’t able to get everything they wanted. But what they got made such a huge difference for me, for people like me.
still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???
this is so funny. regrettably, 1 million people yes-and-ing a knock off pair of shoes did not raise very much money.
I’ve told this story ten thousand times and I will tell it for the ten thousandth and first: whenever I think about wearing a costume to work on Halloween, I remember the time I saw a doctor breaking what must have been devastating news to a sobbing patient while the doc was dressed as a ketchup bottle.
There’s a lot of good responses to this but I obviously very partial to the healthcare ones
“hallelujah” by leonard cohen being played as an easter and christmas song, “zombie” by the cranberries” being played as a halloween song, and “born in the U.S.A.” by bruce springsteen being played as a Fourth of July/generic us patriotism song have got to be a special trifecta of the most no-listening-comprehension musical moments that happen on seasonal playlists every single year
belizabeth brassica and citrina rocks, based on 'the painter's honeymoon' by frederic leighton
(a few months ago, the unmatched FanaticofBeads on twitter approached me with the comm.ission of a lifetime and now it's finally finished!)
the real hero behind masterpieces such as Goncharof (1973)
Did you know that leeches were once used to predict storms? Well, a tornado warning just dropped and my squad is climbing
My dad is a meteorologist and he has never once warned me about an incoming storm. My leeches, however......
https://amp.theguardian.com/news/2015/apr/19/weatherwatch-forecasting-tempest-prognosticator-storm-leech
*urgently* Lads, the leechometre is at 12 bong, I repeat, 12 bong!
"tempest prognosticator" absolutely sounds like some kind of arcane device a wizard would have lying around in his workshop
It would also probably have leeches in it.
