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unironically caught myself typing this without thinking maybe i need to be put down ethically

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/hj is the funniest earnest tonetag in the world even without the handjob joke because it's ostensibly meant to clarify tone for autistic people, but the tone it's clarifying is "unreadable level of ambiguous seriousness that requires social context beyond what text can convey /glhffgt"

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bernie STILL having cops throw pro-palestine protestors out of his massive rallies and saying "israel has a right to defend itself against terrorism" and absolutely not knowing how to respond to that NOT being the vibe of his audience……

at least good to see that the crowd is not with him on this. i was worried at first that they were booing the protestors at the beginning given what we saw at the dnc and every kamala rally all through her campaign but they very clearly only started booing loudly when the cops tore away the flag and started escorting the protestors out, and the entire crowd then chanting free palestine while bernie tries and fails to plow through his prepared statements "in america today— in america today—" before finally addressing it by calling it "a sensitive issue" ………… well. that's where we're at.

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apparently they hacked 4chan with a fake PDF

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honestly probably the #1 reason i tend to prefer tv over movies for spending my time is that 50 minutes is a very convenient amount of time to spend doing something. how the hell am i supposed to predict no one will want to play video game with me for a two hour span?? you can't live like this

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if there's one type of person the adoption of chat-gpt has probably been great for, it's old-fashioned copy+paste plagiarists. you just see an essay obviously written by a human being with a specific voice and real examples and you go "thank god they actually wrote it this time" without knowing it was really from a biologist who died in 1982

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its so fucked up that people living in the year 1337 didnt even know

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really amusingly poetic how one of the main (non social) consequences of killing people is being covered in a hard-to-remove sticky fluid that smells terrible and stains clothing permanently. if somebody wrote this into a novel it'd be too obvious

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wanted to see how the official aai2 wrote my favorite sebastian line ("I am the best in the world. No one else can do what I do.") to see what the hell they did to it but i gotta hand it to them, this one's pretty good

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Reviewing 1950s Nuclear Family Barbecuing Art

Notice how the wife is in the background waving for help before she plans to toss her son into the river, she wishes the husband would look at her, but the husband only cares for MEAT– pay attention to these themes for they will show up later.

wife is still in the background and MEAT is still in the foreground, but she is happy this time in her virginal white dress and all is right with the world. There son has yet to be tossed into the river.

TWO children now with a girl child learning to dispense not only MEAT but alcohol, the wife is in the background, but her smile is frozen and stiff on her face. She knows what the raggedy anne doll at the bottom knows.

everyone is so fucking HYPED for this new meat STICK– no longer limited to the round, finite circle. The father is the most excited of all. Watch as friend Tommy enters the scene from the background and the wife is now wearing pink instead of white. She will never return to her perfect unknowing ways.

1950s gay fucking panic. the circular meat is burning. the wife is wearing red. Jimmy and Tommy are going to go on a “fishing trip” and he won’t look her in the eye when they return. The other wife in white lives in ignorance, but not for long as DOUBT enters her expression.

the wife has finally taken center stage. She sets the table without looking at her husband who stands guiltily with his weird magic stick in the background. The daughter rushes away from her brother who has emerged from the river to hover across the ground and seek vengeance.

They are a broken family with only MEAT in the center left to remain.

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Happy 413!!!

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i love polls that are like

like, mate do we really need that many options here

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this blog is a proud supporter of homestuck day. the war on homestuck must end. the barista at starbucks CANNOT keep wishing me a happy neil banging out the tunes day!!!! she knows what day it really is!!!!!!!!!!

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chappell roan in the mushroom kingdom voice: l-e-t-s-a-g-o, mama mia mario

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You move from the city to a cozy rural town. You inherit your grandfather's land, and set to working it. It's a big plot, so once you make enough, you can even pay some of the townsfolk to harvest and plant for you. The mayor thanks you for revitalising the village, and bestows upon you a shiny medal. One day, the civil unrest creeps closer, and a battalion of the revolutionary peoples army comes to town. They oust the mayor, and have the townsfolk establish a council. You can't sell your crops at market right now. The council, ultimately, decides to collectivise the town's farmland, most of which is yours. Do you work on the farmland that was once yours as a labourer, and accept only your share of the collective's wealth? Do you help the mayor, who is returning with the national guard? and whoch of these seven fuckable sprites do you chose to be your wife/boywife?