I mean, we all knew, but thanks for admitting that you wanna surpress freedom of speech and the spread of information?

every time i remember that photo of the little inuk girl with her puppy i engage in inconsolable hysterics

this is it. this is the photo of all time

SNUG

Comfy even

More women

Thank god they decided to make more

Wow

Dolly Parton has really been hard at work

But In doing so…she created her biggest enemy…Jolene

just heard the austin powers theme playing faintly somewhere in the house, I’m the only one here

As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.

In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.

i'm like a stray dog in a lot of ways but i will not elaborate on that

hold on. Was suck him good and hard through his jorts supposed to conjour the image of someone who has an unzipped fly because this entire time I've been imagining someone slurping on wet denim

Truly one of the sentences of all time. Wetpilled denimmaxer

several times a day i will come across a post that i would otherwise agree with about a Thing Being Bad but it is unfortunately like inexplicably linked to a reactionary societal decay narrative for like no reason whatsoever

people will say shit like 'people are so unwilling to seriously engage with media nowadays' and its like. what is that 'nowadays' doing at the sentence when was this mythical time youre positing when everyone was sitting in a circle discussing critical theory be serious

You should make things nobody cares about because you care about them. There's literally no harm in creation

You bet she is!!

Dune Part 2 + Letterboxd Reviews

Dune: Part Two (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

nobuddy feels like they have a sharp attention span these days, right? and we all just click “agree on terms of service” because its hard to love yourself sometimes, well

enter Terms of Service, Didn’t Read: a website and a browser addon that streamlines the terms of service of many popular web services to be read by the tech sunday drivers.

It’s graded from A (great) to E (awful) and if you have the addon you have access to the info about the website on your bar

this post came back to me like a dear son from war, hello ol boy

genuinely save me

You know when Terry Pratchett said 'It doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works'? Yeah, he meant this.

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You know what, I'm not usually the kind to reblog with commentary, but I really want to tell you all the story of the most awkward, surreal meal of my entire life.

So a few years ago, I was going on a road trip with my parents and their dog, Loki. My parents were teachers at my middle/high school and are still on fairly good terms with some of their former students, so when we went through a major city in the PNW, we decided to stop and have dinner with one of them.

Let's call him X.

Now... X was not in my grade, but it was a very small school. So I'd say that I knew him a little, but not nearly as well as my parents did. I was just along for the ride, though, and it was fine. I'd get food.

We show up to his place and he lets us leave my parents' dog in his living room, and my parents set up the travel crate that we'd been hauling around with us for this purpose. X asks a lot of questions about the crate, but we just kind of assumed that he was considering getting a dog, so we don't think anything of it.

You might already be seeing where this is going, but I certainly didn't.

We end up going to a pretty fancy place for dinner. My parents are doing better now and they wanted to treat him. It's one of those really chic, loud restaurants, though, and no one in my family can hear very well. That said, I'm seated across from X, so I'm doing all right.

All's going well, conversation is going smoothly, until X takes a deep breath and starts talking about puppy play.

I stop eating.

He starts telling us about this really cool community that he's been into lately, and it's become really important to him. And it's -- no, its not a sex thing, it's totally not a sex thing, he just really likes to be leashed and treated like a dog.

I think it's probably actually less weird if it's a sex thing, but I don't say that. I just nod my head. I look at my parents.

Personally, I think that people should do whatever makes them happy, even if I feel that puppy play is a lot to drop on a person you barely know after a decade of not seeing them, all while in a very fancy restaurant. My parents, though, are... well, they're not nearly as conservative as they used to be, but they still get shocked relatively easily.

They are just placidly eating their food, though, nodding occasionally, and I realize with mounting horror that they cannot hear him. I am the only person at this entire table who is hearing X pour his heart out about buying ears and a tail.

He tells us that his "roommate" isn't actually his roommate. It's his master. "Oh," my mother says. "That's nice."

I am just. eating my food.

X gets a little teary at this point. Tells us how much it means to him that we're all so accepting, especially my parents. He tells them that they were his favorite teachers growing up, so their approval means a lot.

They nod vaguely in return and I am dying inside.

We finally finish and go back to his place. Pick up our dog, say good night to X. He's deliriously happy and I figure, y'know, all's well that ends well.

We get in the car and sit there in silence for a moment, and then I say, cautiously, "You guys took the puppy play thing pretty well."

"THAT'S WHAT HE WAS SAYING?" my poor partially deaf mother yelled.

"WHAT'S PUPPY PLAY?" my dad asks, just wanting to be included.

I begin the very painful process of telling my (at the time) 55yo father what puppy play is and he's quiet for a minute, digesting this. Then he asks, "Is that why he kept asking all those questions about the dog crate? I sent him a link so he could buy one right before we left."

And uh anyway that's the story of the most awkward night of my life.