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Elect two Popes? The Vatican would be Avignon hell of a job with that.

the next conclave is going to be called 2 con 2 clave and they have to elect 2 popes

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there was a weird little slice of my life where i was boymoding for school but not so much for work, but those were both in the same neighborhood, so i went to the same bagel place for lunch every day & the workers there knew me--except they didn't know i was one person. so I'd come in & they'd be like "the usual?" & if they thought i was a boy i got an egg & cheese and if they thought i was a girl it was cream cheese toasted. went back a couple years ago & they were happy to see me, but i didn't know how to tell them this meant two of their old regulars were alive & well. anyway happy teedeeohvee

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ranking the best things I have heard surgeons say mid-surgery:

1. "Five second rule!" while scrubbed, after dropping a sterile scalpel on the floor (no they did NOT pick it up again but I swear everyone's buttholes puckered)

2. (spoken during the closing of a particularly long and difficult case) "Nurse - my tunes." :heavy metal starts blasting:

3. Gently to a fretful patient, pre-anaesthesia: "It's going to be okay. I promise, I've dealt with worse." As soon as the patient is unconscious: "This is literally the worst thing I've ever seen."

4. [okay this one was a med student] "Wowwww, that's so gross!!" Reg: "Please remember that [patient] is awake for this procedure." Student to patient: "Oh my god. I am so sorry, that was really unprofessional - " Patient, cheerfully, also engrossed with what's happening inside them on the screen: "Nah - it's, like, super gross, right?"

5. [another procedure where the patient couldn't be put under GA] Patient: *starts singing country roads midway through the procedure* Surgeon: *shrugs and joins in with surprisingly good harmony*

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Alright. So. I have a confession to share with you. In middle school, I strongly identified as a libertarian. In my defense, I was 13 and I had autism. Against my defense, I was literate, and capable of using common sense. I confessed this to you willingly, so go easy on me.

One thing about this that I can share with you is that I, as a 13 year old boy, read Atlas Shrugged. I read it as someone very committed to the ideology, who wanted to believe it, who wanted to like it, and there are two things I can share with you about that book from that time period.

The writing is terrible. It has the slowest, most boring, most pretentious prose you could possibly imagine. Calling it glacial would be a compliment. It makes glaciers look like Formula 1. There is no description for the pacing outside of hellish torments. It is like being condemned to watch a dog with an itchy ass wear the Himmalayas away only by scooching. It is like counting the grains of sand on a beach while Alexa reads off random phone numbers. It is like dipping saltines into lukewarm tapwater while listening to white noise in a beige room with no doors. It is like wearing a blindfold and being told to guess what a man is painting by sound alone, but there is no man, there is only a dog licking cold vaseline off a window. Forever. It is all of those things and more.

There is a multipage rant about how affairs are Good and Rational that is so insanely desparate that even middle-school-autist me thought she must have been having an affair while she wrote this. And then I googled it, and the answer was yes, she was. She called her philosophy Objectivism, because she believed, like everyone else in the world, that her ideas and motivations were Pure and Rational and Ojectively Correct, but I still find the name accurate, because it was really written with one Objective in mind, and that was finding a way to never admit that Ayn Rand had ever made a mistake in her life.

I was going to rant more about this but I kind of lost my train of thought. The book fucking sucks. It was propaganda of such remarkably low caliber that it actually helped me move out of those circles. Every time someone talked about liking the book, I'd reply with something along the lines of "Yeah, I especially loved the part where she destroyed the post modernists by unequivocally condemning affairs", and if they agreed with me, they would have lost my respect forever, and if they looked very embarrassed, I could at least acknowledge that they had a soul, albeit small and malformed. I had dozens of people claim that they read the book, and only three or four actually passed the test.

And now, goodnight.

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I am so glad that my mum did a literature degree for fun (as well as her physio degree), bc it saves me from coming out in social situations.

A man at a party today asked me why my parents called me Dorian, and all I had to say was ‘well, my mother did a literature degree, sooo 🤷‍♂️’, and he nodded in understanding and we moved on.

Dorian isn't the name my mother gave me, but she did give the two spaniels from my childhood show names based on obscure characters from Middle English literature, so it feels like a pretty minimal stretch of the truth. If I were being honest, it'd be more like, ‘well, I imprinted on Oscar Wilde in high school and I liked the fact that the name is also a musical mode. Since our family has a tradition of unusual names, I didn't want to go with something more plain like David when I came out.’

So well done, Mum.

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according to legend, which is also known as foot, legislation is the process by which additional legs are summoned from the great beyond. on the other toe, regulation, which is better spelled as legulation, is how we as legislators and legulators keep those summoned legs in check. we want them, but they are trouble.

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I feel like the thing thats really different about the polish trans experience is that because the language is heavily gendered and asking about a persons gender is very much not normalized, now that my body looks mostly androgynous people started referring to me with grammatical forms that have never been uttered by human tongue before. Last week a woman couldn’t decide what gender I was so after trying several she settled on speaking to me in plural and infinitive

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You're not wrong

Had a dream that I was asked to draw a horse and this is the piece I produced (faithful reproduction, including the text)

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From Bluesky

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She fully didn't watch the segment because Jon did a very nuanced, thoughtful segment. He drilled down to kids just wanting to have a community and have fun.

What these TERFS are pissed off about is that he showed how disingenuous y'all are when you go "omg that trans athlete hit a ball really hard and it hurt a cis women" because when you look into it cis women even on their team hit harder then them. Because he pointed out that cis girls harm each other in sports all the damn time. He pointed out that when there was a bill to protect cis women athletes against sexual predators like coaches. Y'all decided not to pass that while passing an anti-trans bills all while claiming you just care about protecting women.

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Post was unrebloggable so i went back to the tweets because this is important

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Doctor Who doesn't even take Doctor Who seriously

The TARDIS wiki is full of ultimately unsurprising tidbits of information

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To help play through as blind as possible, I muted everything to do with Veilguard until I'd finished it, so I had an absolute blast enjoying what I'm fairly sure is my favourite game in the DA series, without knowing I was apparently supposed to be hating it. Wild.

Weirdly, even now I do know this, it's not stopping me enjoying my second playthrough or looking forward to my next four I've already planned out. Almost like it's Good Actually.

Today I’m thinking about how much I hate business travel, but I’m also thinking about the concept of toxic positivity in the DA fandom—especially regarding Veilguard.

First things first, I find it kinda fucked up to expect people who enjoy a game to start all their posts with some disclaimer that they acknowledge the game has flaws. It’s like there’s this unspoken rule that before you’re allowed to be excited about something, you have to preemptively apologize for it. I find that annoying both on a human level and on a game level. Obviously, every single game has flaws—every piece of media does. Nobody is out here demanding that people who love BG3 or Elden Ring start every post by declaring, “Just to be clear, this isn’t a perfect game.” So why does that standard apply here?

At the same time, I find it interesting that people talk about a supposed culture of toxic positivity in the fandom when you can just make a completely unhinged post about how Veilguard is an unredeemable disaster—without playing it, without playing any DA games —and get hundreds of notes. Are those ten people who actually enjoyed the game and write Tumblr posts about it really making others so uncomfortable that they feel the need to push this idea that there’s an oppressive wave of positivity? Or is it just easier to frame any enthusiasm as naive or delusional because it challenges the dominant narrative that Veilguard must be bad?

It’s like there’s this weird pressure to “correct” people for not being negative enough. And that kind of thinking doesn’t just affect how people talk about the game—it affects how they interact with each other. I’m not saying people can’t be disappointed, skeptical, or outright critical. But at what point does it stop being about the game itself and start being about controlling the way people are allowed to engage with it?

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In England, you can literally taste the north-south divide.

i feel like tumblr doesnt know about the pain and suffering that is english tap water,,,, girl there are stalagmites inside me

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The worst part about learning a new language is that I often make a choice to say things incorrectly *on purpose* in my native language.

However, when I use the correct words of my target language in the way that I use words, all of the lovely, kind people in my life are like. "Hey, you know that isn't what that means, right?"

And then I have to explain that I would very much like them to keep correcting me when I fuck shit up, but, in this specific instance, it was, in fact, a choice made to say the wrong thing on purpose.

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People who go crazy over the blue footed booby’s name wouldn’t be able to survive the dickcissel. Wait til they hear about the tufted titmouse. Perhaps even the Andean cock-of-the-rock.

They cannot handle the great tit

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