#capitalism gone wrong

[vanilla-voyeur]

The Ozempic Olympics: Hollywood is Ruining Our Health

D'Angelo's best video yet! Finally a discussion on obesity that isn't cringey af

[deetherusalka]

extremely funny to me that if I told average USA citizens about random trips and experiences I've got the privilege of live through as random European, they would think I'm from extremely rich background but my both parents are literally blue collar workers and I live in concrete ghetto in eastern europe

[bandzboy]

there needs to be nuance in this situation it’s so obvious that the media is jumping on yoongi because they saw an opportunity to join a smear campaign of a bts member and i wanna preface by saying this nobody is saying what he did wasn’t wrong and i know that’s what is going around a lot. dui is wrong and i think everyone can agree on that. in this situation, he didn’t injure anyone else and fell on his own while being drunk and he did acknowledge this TWO times at this point but obviously using this situation to cover up other news in south korea will come in handy

hybe is nothing doing anything to ease any of the damage and when this came out initially, bang pd was caught in LA with girls half his age who people found out later on were cam girls and so that’s why they used yoongi’s situation to protect him and the company because, if there’s anything this situation showed once again is that companies will do ANYTHING to protect their image and would never do the same for idols in fact, they would throw idols under the bus to do so

this situation is going too far and it’s getting ridiculous to the point he had to apologize twice and honestly what else can he do in this situation? when he probably will face the consequences and know what he did is wrong. people are asking for more when there’s nothing else to explain here when the facts were given and people still wanna make up their narratives because they hate bts. it’s just all seems insane to me atp

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

I want to thank Misha Collins for inspiring me to do things that, for legal reasons, I cannot disclose online

and no, this is not a joke. Misha, through GISH especially, showed me not just the power of art-as-activism, but what creative modes function best in that setting, and how to organize and lead such efforts.

what I've done with that knowledge, again, would be legally dangerous to admit online

but I'm so happy I know how to do it. I've become a leader in my community, and a supporter of large and powerful movements.

specifically, those spaces know me as an artist. an artist with endless and diverse creative ideas, who knows no fear, takes no shit and is especially good at resistance and point-making via "funny" and lighthearted art.

would Misha approve of what I'm doing?

most likely, FUCK no he wouldn't

he's made himself damn clear where he stands on this stuff, even via silence alone

but I have him to thank anyway.

[straightlightyagami]

I am sympathetic to marxism leninism but “it’s good because there is still china” is not a good argument lol

[centuries-of-thoughts]

This is my favorite line from any movie I’ve ever watched and it will forever live in my mind rent free

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

🌈⚠️💔 for Val!!!

thank you!! <3

🌈 - Do you associate any colors with them?

Dark blue is what I consider Val's heraldic color! I think I originally imagined her more often in reds and golds, but one of the first magical items she was gifted was a cloak that our bard/cleric Sarula had magically dyed for her. When asked the color, they said it was blue, and I think my brain accepted that with the same grace that Val would, which is; well, my friends think this suits me, so it does.

Sarula's taste has ALWAYS been exquisite, anyway.

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

WARNING: Prone To Sappy Stories, Bad Jokes, and Incredible Acts of Righteous Violence

Which is really just to say:

Don't get Val drunk unless you want to listen to the same stupid pun or the same besotted story about her girlfriend over and over.

Don't fucking touch her family.

💔 - Does forgiveness come easily or with difficulty to this oc? Can they forgive others? What about themselves?

Obviously there's a lot of nuance here since of COURSE there are things for which Val cannot and will not forgive, but on the whole, Val forgives others relatively easily. The twin NPCs in our game, Bren and Cavvery, are deep within our good graces now, but early in the game were set up to be...somewhat antagonistic for our party. It was for their own survival, but they had guided us multiple time into danger at the behest of their (abusive, dangerous and unbelievably shitty) parents. Val was hesitant to fully throw her trust behind them after that revelation, but her reticence was gone barely a few weeks later. One of Val's big flaws is her gullibility, and she is willing to believe that most people have a good reason for doing whatever it is they do. Prove her right just once or twice, and you can win her over for a good long haul.

She gives...less grace to herself, naturally.

My favorite example is from what I think is like 2018??? in real time and at least several months in-game time. Our monk Amon had gotten his appearance snatched by our Big Bad, who had used it in the course of torturing and killing several of the local townsfolk that we had to go track down and rescue. Val suggested that he speak to one of the girls that we had rescued because she thought it would be good for both of them. Amon expressed pretty strong reticence about how much good that would do, but Val pushed him to try anyway. It ended just as badly as you might expect, and for a tiefling whose whole life had been one bad reaction to his appearance after the other, Amon was pretty upset about the whole thing. He told Val off and then stormed away to get some air.

She has...still not forgiven herself for this, and still handles Amon with a sort of cringing half-flinch when conversations get dicey. Not because he needs the kid gloves, but because she just can't seem to let herself get away with a fuckup. She doesn't feel like she deserves his good regard again, not yet.

[ourfag]

tbh would enjoy going by a name on here, only obstacle is ive used a number of names i enjoy but still feel compelled to keep my options open to the point where selecting one ive used previously has me worried about stifling further cognominal development not to mention the possibility that overly consistent use of the same name in multiple settings opens up to illuminating a more coherent human identity which I MUST EMPHASIZE is NOT me not wanting to connect with you guys its just that id like to do it from inside a cave that obscures my face. when you picture me i should be a poorly-lit figure scuttling around on all fours

[verytendou]

about to trauma dump to the ac*u and hope i get the job wish me luck

[thresholdbb]

I want a Federation reality show but the concept changes each week

[the-knit-orious]

My boss threatened to charge me and take money away from me for almost forgetting a customers drink 💖

Like bestie, I'm at my fucking limit 💓✨

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“FATHER, WIFE, SISTERS AT BURIAL OF WARREN,” Toronto Star. February 4, 1933. Page 3. --- Distressing Scene as Slayer Is Laid in Grave at Norway Cemetery ---- With cold, swirling snowflurries scurrying under bleak skies, Ewart G. Warren, hanged at the Don jail, yesterday for the murder of Dr. W. G. More, Toronto dentist, was buried in St. John's Norway cemetery shortly before three o'clock yesterday afternoon. 

While Canon W. L. Baynes-Reed of St. John's church read the committal prayer by the graveside, Robert Warren, white-haired patriarchal father of the dead man, stood with head erect and bared, one arm supporting one of his daughters who had broken down under the strain. The wife of Warren, sobbing convulsively. stood on the other side of the father. Some twenty other relatives and. friends formed an outer group, silent, sombre and motionless. 

A few feet away, on the other side of an iron fence, traffic of the Kingston Rd. crashed by in an endless, dispassionate din. Pedestrians hurried by, muffled and shivering. Nobody paid any attention to the last act in the drama of Ewart Warren. 

"Ashes to ashes - dust to dust - ..." The intoning of the minister's voice rose above the wind and snow and traffic. 

The graveside service ended, Robert Warren stood rapt in thought. Leaning upon his cane, his hat held motionless in his hand, he seemed to have forgotten all those around him. The biting wind tossed about his 70-year-old head. 

"Put on your hat, dad," said Captain Wallace Bunton, kindly, touching the old man upon the arm.

"Yes, yes," muttered the father, placing his hat quickly upon his head. Then, as though throwing from him the burden of years, he swung around and said, "It is all over - I am glad of that." 

In O'Connor Brothers' burial parlors, 1781 Danforth Ave., where the preliminary burial service was held, the open casket containing Ewart Warren lay under the pale glamor of electric lights, with small bunches of roses and pinks and tulips at his head. and his feet. Of the score of friends and relatives present, Robert Warren alone sat firm and dry-eyed. Now and again his gnarled hand stole to his chin. At times he got to his feet and spoke to Capt. Bunton. But throughout his head was high-his voice firm. 

Mostly women were the friends and relatives, and they sat sobbing quietly, one comforting the other. A brother of Warren sat silent near the father. Behind him a sister cried into a handkerchief. Another sister sat bolt-upright and red-eyed, a wisp of a handkerchief in her hand. 

Then the wife of Warren came in, a solitary figure alone. and escorted. "I want to see him," she said brokenly and swayed under the glare of lights to the bier-side.

[miscreantahead]

well, years and years of savings that added up to a rather pathetic amount for how much time it took, has finally been decimated by the amount of absurd, unlucky, expensive things happening to me.

[paradoxo8y]

You enter in the florest hopping to find one of them, for you wish to make a deal. not to long after the tree line the florest itself finds you, a being with to many teeth and not enouh face speaks into your mind.

-What brings you to my florest mortal?

It's voice sonds like a milion of beings and nothing. You know it's to dangerous to look at them the fear will consume your mind.

- I wish for me and my children and their descents to posses riches like the many kings and queens beyond the trees.

You speak surelly, a dangerous game is being played with the creature.

- Is that so? - Their voices amused. - For as long as you pay the price all your family can have the wellness of royalty.

- What's the price? - You ask

The thing laughs at your foolish question. You was dismised as the fae dissapear in the dark.

It's not long into you starts to receive money, all the things can be buyied, your descends have fresh water and more food than all the family ancestors have ever seen.

But the riches come with a price, as the fae have warned, all of you need to work for them, the payment starts to get lower and lower, after your death they still need to make things for the fae.

Breaking the agreement will only curse them further, now yours grandsons work 9 to 5 all weeks to gain the minimun wage, they can't fail or the water will be cut, if they stop paying the faeries there is no food.

Your soul canot rest for you have cursed your bloodline into mindless work in schange of the most basic of necessities.

[lapisllong]

"And I think that’s a fucking shame, Bob"