THIS SHOW IS SO PURE!

It’s worth noting that Kenneth spent the entire episode making the game (and the subsequent fight) as inclusive as possible for JJ and his disabled friends (all of whom were played by disabled actors/actresses).

BONUS:

Bonus #2

Of course I had to show the best part:

Okay, so to explain why this is absolutely hilarious: Victoria 3 is a Paradox Interactive grand strategy game vaguely similar to Crusader Kings but instead of medieval dynastic politics, the gameplay in Victoria is based on economic management. This is the third in the series for this franchise and just released recently.

And players are complaining because Capitalism can't compete with Communism.

Because it seems that under Capitalism, all the money goes to the Capitalists while the Workers don't get paid enough so have little buying power to stimulate the economy. Meanwhile in Communism, worker communes ensure that the workers are well-paid, giving them much more buying power which translates into a faster-growing economy and a much higher standard of living.

And rather than take the message, players are complaining that Communism is unrealistically overpowered.

twilight princess link should be a girl and midna should say "good girl" when shes in wolf form

did i strike a chord

i WILL continue to post my own tiktoks because i am very funny

easily the best comment this tiktok received.

Aww cmon

Sharecropping.

FYI if your employer does this, if they have done it for a long time especially, you and your coworkers could be owed huge amounts of unpaid wages and it would be an easy suit if there is a paper trail like this and your employer is placing strict requirements on your behavior while not at work. Employment lawyers generally work on contingency. Just food for thought.

So obviously furries exist but the Tories and the British media trying to whip up a culture war frenzy about “Kids in schools identifying as cats” runs into one major problem…

Kids fucking love to wind adults up, especially those in positions of perceived authority.

Imagine sitting in class, knowing if you say something funny that it could end up on national news because your head teacher is a frothing culture war bigot.

Imagine all the other kids going along with it and backing them up.

If you are so well-known as a strict asshole that you are noted as "Britain's strictest head" in a headline, I absolutely promise you the kids are not only always fucking with you but inventing new ways to do it.

rose lalonde, age four

movies

Today I went to the movies. I went to see Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. It was hilarious. The movie was about a guy named Flint and he wanted to be an inventor. He worked very hard. Then he made an invention that made it rain food. The food got way too big.They had a whoa whoa whoa I’m not gonna tell you anymore. You’ll have to find out and see what happens next.

💁 is-the-girlblogging-cute Follow

Rating: NOT CUTE ❌ tumblrinas only post like this under extreme distress!! she should be getting more attention or a cigarette

Mad because you don't have bird vision?

Seethe . You will never b them

my penis image collection

click this button every weekend or you cant read my blog

hop drink…………

You can only click this in moderation.

ah; okay…… how many clicks then ?

1000 for all your life. On the thousand-and-first click you lose the human form

in 2018, you can click it all you like, no consequences–that’s my philosophy

You’re going to turn into something

Hmmm? What’d you say? I can’t hear

Ah, well, back to sipping…

Normies talking about getting whiplash from recipe blogs. You know nothing

Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.

Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.

Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.

You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.

As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.

Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.

This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.

A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.

daan discord kitten au .

shoutout to the irl discord friends who were subjected to this first.