#still fucked up

[tsubasaclones]

i keep thinking about it and the story really moves past "eriol created yukito to be the human alter ego for yue" thing wayyyyyy too fast like im sorry we're ignoring how incredibly fucked up that is. like it feels so wrong that that's even possible to be able to mess with a creacher like that.

[shenanogram]

every day i grapple with the fact i have a preference for men and i am so ashamed. i dont like those creatures. but i unfortunately do

[allamericandogboy]

i fucking wish i really just need to use someone as a stress ball

what a coincidence i really need to get used :3

[are-we-really-doing-this]

On my period and it’s reminding of the lead up to the last one. I was driving and all of a sudden I got really fucking sad remembering this one time I was surpposed to go on a field trip to Chuck E. Cheese but I got left behind because the monitor watching the kids who didn’t pay their fee thought I hadn’t either when I DEFINITELY DID and when everyone came back hours later with tickets and toys and soft drinks I got so fucking depressed, the ride home was awful. I didn’t know why I got so sad about it out of the blue but then I got my period the next day so it made a lot of sense.

[godnectar]

Some guy just came up to me and my little sister (we were playing outside) and he asked me if I smoked weed, and I said "no im a minor" and he said

"It don't matter, do you want to smoke or not?"

I ignored him and took my little sis back inside :/

He legit stood outside our apartment for maybe 20 minutes before he left :l

Might ask my mom to let me do online schooling for a while

(I'm 16 but idk if that's the legal age to smoke in America)

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[mstopportunity]

Also do NOT under ANY circumstances toss the food that the picky eater will not eat into a communal pot with no warning or notice. It doesn't matter if the picky eater acknowledges that they might not even taste it, or that the distaste is mostly by association. By sneaking the unsafe food into their meal you are ignoring their explicitly expressed boundary. That's a violation of their bodily autonomy and will cause even more negative associations to that food. Leading people to write paragraphs like this years later because it's a fucked up thing to do.

people are absolutely EVIL about the boundaries of “picky eaters”. no, they do not have to try it. yes, they can know they don’t like it without having eaten it before. no, they probably have not suddenly grown a taste for the food they’ve said they hate. no, they probably are not going to like it in the Special Way This One Place Cooks It. yes, you are being a bad friend if you try to “trick” them into eating it anyway

[valtsv]

obviously people steal things from other people it's one of the oldest tricks in the book but it still always surprises me to learn that people plagiarise because my introduction to the concept was basically being told that if i ever plagiarised anything i would be executed by firing squad and my head would be removed and displayed on a spike outside the walls of the hallowed academic institution i was attending as a warning to others

[crustaceousfaggot]

No nuance allowed. Put your nuance in the tags, I just want a yes or no answer

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[brianbrianbrain]

ID. Tweet by verified user Maxime Bernier @MaximeBernier on April 14, 2022: It's 2040. Canada welcomes 2M immigrants every year. Almost everyone lives in densified large cities and uses public transportation because combustion-engine cars are banned and EVs cost a fortune. No one owns much but everyone is happy. Attached is an aerial image of skyscrapers. Couldn't find the source but seems to have at least been modeled off of Hong Kong. End ID.

hey also. this guy is the miserable ass conservative (to put it very mildly) leader of the "people's party of Canada"

Why are fascists so much better at imagining left-wing utopias than we are?

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[littlemizzlinguistics]

Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"

[kissingvampires]

It's far less than 1.4 million because that number also includes any and all aliases used by those on the list. It's hard to say how many unique individuals are on the list, but it's not 1.4 million unique individuals.

wait so you're telling me that the no-fly list is NOT public information even though it has THOUSANDS of names? and people arent notified when they get put on it??? im sorry what? thats so fucking ridiculous thats literally a government blacklist. do you guys know how bad that is. (and white libs wanna use it for gun control? yeah absolutely make it easier for the feds to racially profile and disarm poc, see how that goes).

EDIT: several people have mentioned that its. 1.4 million people. so uhm. what the fuck guys

[incredubious]

MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule