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I’m about to buy and read the crow plastic romantasy book

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Welcome to the fae future, where you can never use a vibrator again.

He recognized her as his ~mate~. She’s Australian, so she keeps casually calling him “mate” as he gets increasingly flustered.

I genuinely cannot tell if this book is terrible or brilliant.

I have many questions. For instance, if his job is to destroy plastic but he spends most of his time hunting monsters, does that mean the monsters are made of plastic? How does that work?

I GUESS

This looks amazing actually

I tried to find this book and found several crow romantasy books, none of which match the description. Halp.

The Company of Vengeful Crows: Season of the Crow, by Lana Pecherczyk

The plastic thing isn’t actually all that central to the plot as written.

“I’m sorry” and “thank you” are words that create a debt bond that fae can cash in on?

Also I forgot to mention - our heroine is in her mid to late thirties! She was married to an asshole ex-football (soccer) star for 15 years before the apocalypse happened, he dumped her, and poof she woke up in the fae future.

Blake (the character) is from Perth, and definitely low-brow - that’s why she got dumped in the first place. Shoutout to the notes for introducing me to the term “bogan”. Half the aussies in the notes are like “I know people who talk exactly like that” and half of them are convinced the author has never met an Australian in her life. I’m inclined to side with the first half, since the author is Australian.

Australians seeing something that Australians do in a different part of the country and declaring that no Australian does that is, in itself, very Australian.

sorry to be brave on the internet but I think food labels should list every single ingredient and that there should be harsher penalties for mislabeling and deceptive labeling

Seconded.

And "supplements" should be beholden to FDA guidelines, and frankly those guidelines should be considerably stricter for them considering they've gotten away with minimal to no regulation for so long.

In the nineties, people started to pay attention to peanut allergies. There were definitely people with severe peanut allergies before than, and to lots of other things, because human bodies are bs. It’s likely that some quantity of unexplained deaths in children came from allergies they didn’t know about. But in the nineties, people started to get scared of it, wanted more safety, wanted to be sure their child didn’t become allergic because they were exposed to an allergen too young.

New parents got scared and got told that you shouldn’t expose your baby to any of the big bad scary allergens. Not until they’re older and their immune systems are more developed. Peanuts were the most notable. So parents kept little kids away from peanuts entirely. Peanut allergies — severe allergies rose. And it showed up later, and was more severe from the start. Some schools fully banned peanuts. And the allergy rate continued to rise.

In the nineties, immune system fears increased. Stories like bubble boy made new parents think about germs a lot more. The idea of antibiotic resistance was entering the public consciousness, and people were scared for their kids when they got sick. Parents got obsessive with hand sanitizer and bleach and keeping their kid clean all the time. No more playing outside in the dirt. We need to sanitize the playground. Stay out of that ball pit. Give them the antibiotic just in case so the parents didn’t worry.

More kids had a harder time fighting it off when they got colds or bugs. Schools and parents got more worried and pushed for more hand sanitizer and wanted more antibiotics for any and every cough or cold. They wanted to be sure they had some later if the doctor said no next time, or if a friend needed some for their kid. Parents would only give 5 of 7 days, stop when the kid seemed healthy, and keep the last few, because they wanted to keep their kid safe. Drug resistant bugs got more dangerous and more prevalent. More kids showed up with weaker immunity to things and got scarily sick from stuff that would have been a few days feeling gross.

In the nineties, the idea of kids not having an education became a nightmare scenario for parents. It became a social taboo not to graduate high school, and college became an expectation not an achievement. Parents were scared their kid might fail a grade, and it would ruin their life. To help stop that, schools added standardized testing, no child left behind type initiatives, and parents fought for things that promised all kids would graduate.

Testing got tied to funding for schools, so the tests became the most important thing, and classes shifted focus. Teacher’s jobs got tied to whether all the students passed, or got high enough scores, and schools with lower graduation rates were tarred and feathered. Parents showed up screaming at teachers if their kid got less than an A on a test because that might keep them out of the best college five years later. Kids got shoved into advanced classes and yelled at by parents if they weren’t perfect, because they wanted the best life for their kid. Schools lowered the standards, changed the requirements, made sure that even if they had to lie, even if the teacher had to fake the test scores, the kids would pass and graduate on time.

Now the general recommendations say to make sure toddlers taste peanut butter with other early foods and are exposed to as many potential allergies as possible while young. That you should toss the kid in a mud puddle and shrug when they eat some dirt, and give them soup and a popsicle before you rush to the doctor for a Z pack. That standardized testing has wrecked the education system, and made sure that kids learn less, and made it harder for them to handle failure.

Sheltering kids from anything that might hurt kids, hurts kids.

The fact that there are kids with severe peanut allergies, and there are kids with dangerously weak immune systems, and there are kids who will flunk out of school does not mean it will happen to all kids. And you’re hurting the majority by sheltering them like the minority.

They’ll find out they’re allergic to mangos when their lips swell up, they’ll have a runny nose most of preK and kindergarten, they’ll fail a class or a test or a grade and learn that the world doesn’t end.

Some kids get truly, scarily damaged by things. The others get stronger, more resistant, more able to shrug it off later if they got mild exposure when young and they become healthier adults. They don’t get knocked into a dangerous overreaction when they finally encounter it. They learn, physically and mentally, how to handle things that might be bad for them, without crashing out.

This post is about pornography.

I adore the many fics exploring how suspicious Rumi might have been throughout the years as she covered more and more of her arms, and delving into the angst potential of that, but canon Rumi actually covered her arms in makeup and just went sleeveless sometimes.

We have two canonical pictures of a sleeveless Rumi in the movie. There are likely a number of instances where Rumi had to carefully cover her patterns with makeup rather than cloth. (The bathhouse was a non-negotiable because water and makeup are not a safe bet.)

The more her patterns grew the less likely she was able to do that safely, but Mira and Zoey have seen all of Rumi's arms and shoulders at various points.

The most PATHETIC lil baby sounds...

I love when little creatures who are entirely loved and well cared for have the BIGGEST baby reactions to normal things. Like yes sweet pea, you DO have the hardest life of anyone ever, for sure, and you’re SO BRAVE about this minor inconvenience of *checks notes* having some water touch you

There is nothing sadder and more pathetic than a baby marine mammal having to get into the water. They are suffering the most out of any baby animal ever. How dare they be introduced to their natural environment.

it's amazing how when i'm an active agent in my life good things happen and i feel capable and confident in myself and when i just passively let life happen to me terrible things happen and i am miserable. surely no one else has ever noticed this tendency

big muscles are only sexy to me if theyre softened by a nice healthy layer of subcutaneous fat. i will never understand the appeal of super toned ripped washboard abs or biceps

amen

I just walked into the house after walking the dog and my mom says to me, in the same cheerful voice she uses to send me to go pick up the groceries, "I need you to recrucify Jesus."

Turned out one of the wall crucifixes lost a nail and the J man was getting himself off the cross but that is a hell of an instruction to come home to.

So now I gotta like... cruci fix this.

The other nail fell out when I moved the cross and things got a little cruci flipped.

My favorite genre of posts is posts you could show to any person from the Europe-Mediterranean area across the last 1500 years or so and they'd laugh.

It fucking astounds me how many people completely understand “being treated like a child is horrible” but never reach the very logical conclusion of “we should not treat children like that”