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I don’t agree with bullfighting morally, but I’ve been looking at certain pictures of matadors and their poses for a couple of months…
LISTENING!!! I didn't know the word for this but I appear to have quite a few flamenco dancer photos saved on my pinterest!!
I thought this was an RGU AU for a minute and went absolutely feral
#dirty minds worldwide
@timeforalongstory - My life would be much poorer without you. Thank you for writing Tempus Fugit, where we first me. And then The Marriage Bargain, our origin story. And all the stories that came after - especially the ones written at my kitchen island.
@elrhiarhodan thank YOU for the cheerleading, advance reading, amazing QuiObi AUs, intro to White Collar, and the best damn kitchen island - I am never more productive than when I’m sitting there with you!!
girl who constantly feels like they're in trouble and did something wrong
the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?
"Rainbow at Sea," made by Chris Cicotello
Oh shoot, there it all is! The goddamn lines and all!!
Yeee, what a find!
The only thing you need to know about Tim becoming Robin is that he's the protagonist of a horse girl movie and Batman is the horse.
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Ahahahha thanks @dg-outlaw
I used the max amount of images in that post but here’s some more
random bystander: magneto! what are you doing! you're a campaigner for civil rights! yes you use destructive and sometimes murderous methods but you have no reason to throw a bus load of orphans into the grand canyon!
magneto: excellent point! you see, I recently completed one of my plans to perfection, resulting in the total destruction of the latest sentinel program in a collaborative effort with the x-men
bystander: .... that sounds like a good thing for you? not seeing how this leads directly to the bus load of orphans?
magneto: well, we went out to celebrate, and iceman told me he always knew there was good deep within me. I put up with that from charles, I'm not taking it from his toddlers
bystander: you know what that's fair enough but this seems like an overreaction
magneto: I mean, I was going to wait until the x-men got here to save them, obviously. you did call them? xavier institute, option 8 for "magneto on his bullshit again", not 6 for "suspected supervillain activity"?
you know you're good at your job when every single person tells you "thank god you're back"
Boss makes a dollar You make a dime You read unsanitary pirate slash On company time
Look if you read fanfic on the clock and everyone is still relieved that you're back you must just be that got-dang good at your job
Fam, some jobs are like being a firefighter. 90% of the time you're not doing anything that important, but by golly, when they need you, they need you.
Some jobs, you can fuck around for six hours a day, but you know what you're doing so well that the work you do in two hours would take somebody else ten.
Some jobs, you spend those two hours preventing other people from making mistakes that would take 100 hours to fix if you weren't there to steer them right.
So don't buy into the idea that if you're not working 480 minutes a day, you're not doing enough to get paid a day's wages. That's the capitalism talking.
You're a better employee when you keep your morale up, and sometimes you do that by reading fanfiction on the clock in between putting out your little fires.
My grandad worked nights for the railroad, and he liked to say that he got paid for what knew, not what he did. There would be nights without a single train, but someone had to be there to make sure that any train that came by was on time and on the right track. It could be so slow the guys set up a projector and watched x-rated films on the clock. OP, I think your okay.
Yeah I guess.
I may read fic in the clock but I'm the one who knows where the files are.
We lost something as a culture when computers stopped screaming in agony as you connected them to the internet.
You would not have survived the dark ages. A webring would spell great peril. There was no search. And the dark things lurked out in the open in those days.
The computer screamed because it knew.
if it didn't torture a landline phone for the duration of the process, was it really internet?
My dad hit me with the info that there was an option to turn it off... the sound... the whole time. But he didn't want to tell me. Or to stop me from the, presumably character building, ritual of struggling to smother it to death with a pillow at 12:30am so I could be on the Forbidden Web and not wake my parents.
time for one of my favorite tweets
#dirty minds worldwide
For those that are going to miss the eclipse on Monday, I have created a simulation of what the eclipse will look like along the path of totality
Don't usually share work stuff but I do work in climate policy and nearly every memo I write includes some variation of "government funding for this obscure but necessary area of climate mitigation research has been multiplied (sometimes by like, 1000x) under the Biden Administration" and while I know the oil permitting stuff is much splashier news there's a whole world of work that needs to be done under the surface that Biden is doing. And if he doesn't win in 2024 all that progress goes away and the climate is absolutely fucked
Like I get that it’s not eye-catching but Biden spending $6 billion on demonstration projects to decarbonize heavy industry is probably on its own the most climate-friendly thing a president has ever done
Reposting mainly because in the UK the Prime Minister has openly entered the war on climate change on the side of climate change and I need the reminder that less stupid things are happening eleswhere.
Also, the Biden administration just "paused" some LNG (liquified natural gas, aka super-cold methane) infrastructure development, which is HUGE. I cannot stress this enough. The reason global warming has accelerated so fast, suddenly, unprecedentedly? Very likely because of natural gas AKA methane production. Mostly in the US.
It is HUGE that they're working against this trend.
Barry leaned against the wall of his cage, staring intently at savage on the other side of the glass.
“You’re making a mistake by keeping me here,” he hummed.
Savage laughed. His posture was relaxed, confident. “You expect me to think of you as some kind of threat? With you’re record of successes?” He smirked at Barry, incredulous amusement written plainly across his face.
Barry smiled back, thin and sharp. There was something feral in his eyes. It was almost enough to make Savage lean back. it was almost enough to make Savage pause.
“Here’s the thing about speedsters, Vandal,” Barry said, smile disappearing, “We tend to fixate on things; focus so completely that we’ll tear apart anyone that gets in the way of it.” He leaned in further, sprawling eagerly on the glass.
Savages’ eyebrows pulled together, his eyes narrowing.
“Why tell me this, Flash?” He sneered, “What advantage could telling me this give you?”
Barry leaned back, “No advantage, just fair warning.” He smiled again. “I’m not the speedster you should be worried about.”
A boom sounded in the distance, shaking the ground and rattling the cage.
Barry leaned his head back with a content sigh. “Quite the opposite, actually.” His grin widened, became more a baring of teeth than anything. “Or should I say, the Reverse?”
