this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in any review ever

Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

Who makes the porn bots.

Where do they come from. What do

they hope to achieve.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.

do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?

My voice repeats what

you all say: I love you I

love you I love you.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.

I love you too little haiku bot.

mushroom chat just dropped

I want to log on to the mushroom chat so bad

What would you even say?

"Had a cute frog sit on me today. Win."

Sorry I'm late, I got added to the Wild Hunt last night and ran and reveled with them for what felt like 100 years plus a day until I landed the killing blow on a stag with bronze antlers then suddenly woke in my bed, willow leaves in my hair, a nameless song echoing in my ears, and my hands still bloody, so yeah, totally missed my alarm and stuff.

you're laughing. charles dickens had a son named plorn and you're laughing

HE HAD A SON NAMED

WHAT

NICK I LOOKED IT UP AND SAW NOTHING OF THE SORT IS THIS A PRANK

technically his name was edward but everyone called him plorn

Edward “Plorn” Dickens. my god.

I have something worse

oh???

imagine getting stuck with the nickname Plorn

imagine getting sent to live in the Australian outback when you were sixteen

WHY WERE THEY SO CRUEL TO MY BOY PLORN

I have an answer to that one too

The face of a man whose father nicknamed him Plorn.

Born without a groove 😔

As someone who has mispronounced so many words because I never actually heard them. I appreciate this post

Life lessons.

I had a group of undergraduate students who almost always did their readings for the day, but on this one particular day: they hadn’t. They all said they had midterms to do and chose a class to not do the work for and it was mine. Lesson plan scrapped, I needed to quickly come up with something to do, and all I could think of was this post.

So I gave it a go.

Our lesson for the day was on historical re-enactments and why people did them. My students, having not read their assignments, couldn’t understand why anyone would want to engage in a re-enactment and didn’t understand the point. So I set them up with this game, explained the rules, told them they had 45 minutes to make the largest group without a witch in it, and let them go.

Within thirty minutes they were getting loud enough that I was worried I’d need to tone it down because I didn’t want to bother other classes. Some students went full in character, they created elaborate backstories, they improved their way through the entire thing and in the last five minutes had created an entire imaginary community based on this elaborate tale they’d created and were damn near ready to commit murder, screaming “she’s a witch” and splitting into two distinct groups with a lot of hand grabbing and pulling to get people into the right group.

When I told them the truth, they were stunned speechless. I reminded them of the rules: all they had to do was make a group without a witch in it. I never told them someone would be a witch, and they presumed someone would get the role. Similarly, the salem witch trials presumed that there were witches and invented them in their group.

They told me after we did our wrap up that they had been learning about the witch trials in other classes, but had never understood why anyone would actually believe in witchcraft. They were shaken, not only by the realization they were about to throw hands with their fellow students, but that all it took was someone in authority to imply something was so.

The “re-enactment” helped them to understand something that just reading about the trials hadn’t.

And, it also helped them to understand why some people do engage in historical re-enactments. They all admitted to having A Lot of Fun and that it was something that gave them a chance to just play and engage and do something they’d never done before: actually experience the history they were studying (sort of).

It was an excellent exercise, and I’m grateful for this person for writing about it because it worked so well for our class.

This is an AMAZING teaching exercise and very accurately captures the entire theme of historical witch trials - There Were Never Any Witches To Begin With. (Something I’ve been trying to explain to modern witches for years now….)

But it’s also a stark reminder to people in marginalized communities frequently targeted by conservative lawmakers and hate groups. The more we let talking heads and pundits divide us for arbitrary reasons, the more vulnerable we are.

it's always funny when someone comments on eurodance like "why don't they make music like this anymore" because they DO and it's one of the most creatively stagnant genres on earth (spoken with love in my heart for it)

all you need to make eurodance is one female vocalist (mediocre-to-incredible), one male vocalist who Cannot sing but can say shit like "I'm a sex king man with a party plan / international nation hand in hand" in a deep voice, and an apartment somewhere in italy

I only just fucking put together why this post started getting notes again

"There is a secret level to the drinking with white people game ... and it's called the SCA."

“Mead is a ninja” is not the take I thought I’d be hearing today but he’s right.

In Belegarth, sure there's people that make mead and shit, but that's not what's going to fuck you up at events. Belegarth is kind of the midpoint between a LARP and the SCA (living history is on a different scale) and we've got more of a medieval!punk aesthetic going. No, what's going to fuck you up and cause you to end up sleeping in a ditch with trout shaped pillow with the eyes missing named fsh is a startling assortment of fucking alcoholic bug juice that just appears out of no where, doesn't taste like alcohol and has no mercy.

I joined the SCA as a teenager and went to outdoor events where people seriously argued about limiting party noise after midnight. The culprit I really hated was inebriated doumbek playing that just got slower and more erratic as the hours went by, but just as many people ground their teeth at the group of people who would run a generator in the bush to power blenders to make frozen margaritas. If I recall correctly, it required community intervention to stop them before 3am.

LOL, he ain’t never lied. Mead and the other shit folks homebrew will have you not just waking up in a ditch but waking up in a ditch 3 counties over with your new bestie the goat you liberated from a farm 2 counties over and a random stop sign.

Surely the leopards won't eat MY face.

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Buy an fucking primt

@cavalorn

Trying to remind myself that im allowed to take painkillers even if the pain is "my fault".

A migraine is a result of, not a punishment for forgetting to eat - take the painkillers.

Back pain is a result of, not a punishment for poor posture - take the painkillers.

Sore joints are a result of, not a punishment for overexertion - take the painkillers.

Pain is not a punishment for a mistake. Painkillers are there to ease suffering. There is no glory in misery. There is no virtue in agony.

Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. “Ha! Buhbuh ba ha.” And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. “Ah. Habah ba ah” as she listened attentively.

And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.

this is such a beautiful post it doesn't need my dumb addition, but i can't fit this in the tags. at the archaeological site Dolni Vestonice in the Czech Republic there are a bunch of really really fascinating finds and I'm only going to tell you about one tiny detail of one of the most interesting sites in the world.

at this settlement 20-30,000 years ago there lived a person who appears to have been a sort of sorcerer-grandmother-ceramics artist and her workshop was preserved very well in the sedimentary layers. her hut where she had her kilns was full of little sculptures of animals and people that seem to have been made to explode in the kiln on purpose, we're not sure why but nevermind. the relevant detail is that when you sculpt something with your hands and then fire it, your fingerprints can be preserved in the surface of the clay forever, so we have fingerprints of ancient ceramics artists that have survived for tens of thousands of years. and one of the major artifacts from Dolni Vestonice has a fingerprint on it that is so small it could only have belonged to a child

so this shaman-grandmother-sculptor, who was buried with her pet fox by the way, had children running through her workshop and touching everything she made while she was at her mysterious work of creating the world's oldest ceramics, none of which appear to be bowls, bottles, pots, or any "useful" items at all, but rather a collection of animal and human and sometimes anthropomorphic figures, some of which appear to be self portraits. exactly the same as sandersstudios' grandmother being led to the garden by an excited baby. we've all been the same for 30,000 years.

apparently i’m a millennial woman

I mean, yeah, valid! but but but I also want to add on the fact that lotr AGGRESSIVELY rejects the “grimdark” and “gritty” settings that is so prevalent in fantasy (and also in general) right now, because I physically can not shut up about it

It is hope and love and compassion that saves each character individually, and because of that, the world. Frodo fails in the end, but his acts of compassion from earlier in the story save the day. And even as the world is saved, it is acknowledged that Frodo failed—without judgement, without blame. He fails, and he is still loved.

And like what can happen in the real world, he is still irrevocably changed by his trauma. But there is still hope—he has to leave, but he leaves with the promise of healing, and the promise that his ever-faithful Sam will follow.

Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Sam; each and every one of the characters are driven by their love of the people around them and their hope for the future. They cling to that love and hope throughout their trials, and that bears them through.

Of course people are watching it for comfort!!!! Lotr is eternally consistent in its promise, which Sam articulates so clearly in The Two Towers: “Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer.”

Things are dark and awful and terrible, but it will not be that way forever. That is the promise of LOTR. A promise of hope, and the reminder that it is love and compassion—for our friends, for our families, for the strangers we’ve never even met—that will save us in the end.

LOTR was the last time anyone in Hollywood was blisteringly, truly genuine. The good guys were good and kind and noble and the movie creators understood that this didn’t make them boring, it made them bonkers-ass compelling and wonderful. No one winked at the camera at any point.

That and the entire audience felt their hearts grow three sizes at, “There’s some good in this world, Mister Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.”

These are the stories that really mean something, even if you’re too small to understand why.

I am new to tumblr, but came on here because of a post someone made about loving Ticker. It made my heart so full to hear so many voices share how much she means to them. She says all the things I too need to hear now and then, and she has my voice. I just wanted to say, to all those who might need to hear it...

You are beautiful, the unique facets of adversity that helped shaped who you are, made you a unique gift to this universe, there is only one you and we are all lucky to have you. Our pain does not define us, we can channel it into love for others and repurpose that energy... You are a gift. You are beautiful.