No one show marcille the lord of the rings okay. She wouldn't fucking survive it without being so Aragorn x arwen pilled shed go crazy

i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes

protagonists can and will be sexist, racist, insensitive, cruel, stupid, etc, especially towards the beginning of a story. these are called character flaws and they are a surprise tool that will lead to narrative fulfillment later

never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

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pause. rewind. does this person think jamie lee curtis has been running away from a gorilla

When I was a very suicidal trans activist in Texas, Benjamin Sisko saying “sure, you would [die for your people]. Dying gets you off the hook. The question is: are you willing to live for your people?” changed and possibly saved my life. It’s up there with “if we are going to be damned, let us be damned for who we really are” from Picard. Star Trek not only shows us a better world, it teaches us how to make it there

drinking a beer in a hammock in the sun realizing maybe i don't have to hit myself with hammers every day forever just some or most days

sometimes listening to music from when you were in the third grade will fix you

Lost passions - bg3 comic ascended Astarion / spawn Astarion, darkUrgeTav

I hope you enjoyed! And a shout out to the bg3 cosplay community. Your creations are just stunning!

All throughout childhood, while my peers were socializing and making friends, I studied the blade read so many books that I am now almost legally blind, which left me with vast and deeply instinctual understanding of English grammar - and next to no ability to explain how it actually works. Friends will often ask me to proofread their writing and then get very mad when I say things like, "You need to completely reverse this sentence and cut this clause entirely; no, I'm sorry, i don't know why, I just know that the way it is now ITCHES 😭"

Now, what I want to see is a fantasy story where this plays out with MAGICAL grammar. Someone from a backwater town deeply steeped in folk magic arrives at Wizard Uni where all their fellow students are like "What do you mean, we should add another '𝞯∘⋇𝞿' to the incancation because it 'sounds better'? What do you mean, 'it could just be a regional thing'?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'THIS SPELL JUST FEELS LIKE IT NEEDS A LIVE RAT'????"

2/12 Today Soup-Nose The Goat attempted to climb through the new gate into the sheep pasture. Her escape attempt was foiled by the devastatingly brilliant scheme of The Gate Is Open, Soup-Nose.

When she tried to back out of the gate, she kept catching it on her horns and pulling it toward herself, until eventually she pressed herself tightly between the gate and the fence and had to be rescued.

The center cannot hold. One day the sun will swell and devour the earth, and there will be no sea. One day, there will be nobody left who remembers the taste of noodles. One day entropy will squeeze out the stars and all will be still and lukewarm. The bells can never be unrung. But remember this: once, just once, a goat was prevented from escaping a fence. And nothing will have been in vain.

I think this last paragraph is possibly one of the finest pieces of writing in the English language. I think of it often.

Jennifer’s Body (2009) || Hannibal (2013-2015)

wildest part of the folger's incest commercial is still when the brother mentions coming back from west africa and says "ahh, real coffee"

Ok as a brasillian I do have to add, usually the coffee from the farms that are the best get exported and the local market gets the not as good ones. If we want to buy the good ones we have to buy them from the imported section even if it came from here

Imperialism babyyy

My cousin lived in Ghana for a while and always asked for us to send chocolate from the US because she said the chocolate they had in Ghana was expensive by local standards, and always waxy in texture and not actually very chocolatey in flavor. Ghana's top export is cocoa.

[image: a tag that reads "that seems fucked up ngl"]

It reminds me that people like to throw around the joke that "British cuisine is pretty bland for a country that stole so much land for spices". And that reminds me that people don't really understand how international markets work.

The business was not really to bring the spices back to Great Britain. It was to stablish trade routes that generated constant, reliable flows of income in the future for the companies, in order to speculate with that. That is, creating capital.

Whatever food you choose in the cuisine of a white, colonizing country, is chock-full with imported spices, even if only in amounts that appease the white palate. Cumin, cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg, paprika, black pepper, etc. If you saw some of these names and thought "these are not rare spices", that is precisely my point. It doesn't matter if the ingredients are used to craft tasty, enjoyable foods. What matters is that they are imported, and at some point bought and sold, regardless of where and for what. So the companies that import spices and tropical fruits and foodstuffs and all of that make contracts with local food manufacturers to add these commodities to their products, and promote these commodities, and create a culture around them, and so on.

And it inevitably leads to the situation where you can't buy chocolate in Ghana because the cocoa seeds are sold to Europe for pennies to make cheap chocolate there so that people buy chocolate daily because "chocolate makes you happy", you have to buy imported coffee in Africa and Latin America while the tin says that it was "bought at fair prices to local communities" in the USA, you have to buy imported pepper in India, imported bananas in Guatemala, imported tea in Bangladesh, and so on and so on. While you can buy all of those things dime a dozen at some 7/11 in Chicago.

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

to the people saying this isn't safe in the tags: my dad has a engineering degree and my brother is a mechanic this is like. state sanctioned macgyvering. safe sane and consensual macgyvering. our house will not burn down. in fact, i think it has made us all better in approaching problems from all angles when they arise, which has served me well in life, especially in high stress situations.

does our hot water switch off every thirty seconds making showers an exiting exercise in counting and resilience? yes. but one time the door of the train toilet broke, trapping me inside, and i went "well i can either succumb to the panic of claustrophobia or do this family-style" and then spent twenty minutes breaking down the lock with my shoelace and the belt i was wearing. so i'll take the cold water any day

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

so we're just not gonna have a national conversation about how Boeing killed one of their own employees to keep him from talking to the press

like we're really not gonna address the fact that he died of a "self inflicted head wound" literal hours after Boeings lawyers asked him to stay an extra day. We're not gonna speak on the fact that he told his family "if I die, it wasn't suicide " before he went to go testify. None of it huh

Oh? You haven't heard? I'm not surprised with how hard the media are parrying it

THAT TOO. LMFAOOO

A 2nd Boeing whistleblower has died of MRSA 🤨‼️

Just the complete opposite of satisfying anime food.