A Comrade In Need Is A Comrade Indeed

since "cage" is a last name and there are girls named "chastity" it would be theoretically be possible for a girl to be named chastity cage

Wake up babe new Austin Powers girl just dropped

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

in elementary school we had. basically an immersive economics lesson that was "playing City," with different jobs and businesses; it was mostly semi-free time for socializing and selling/buying toys and snacks from each other. one of the lessons we were supposed to learn was the importance of paying a small amount of money into health and/or business insurance, because you had a chance of being hit with the Daily Disaster and a huge bill.

anyway, some kid who didn't buy insurance got hit with a "medical bill" early on, so he was supposed to be bankrupt and have to sit the rest of the game out. the 8 year olds were not having it and spontaneously invented crowdfunding so he could keep playing with everyone else.

kids who don't 'get it' are right, actually

Hating religion is actually perfectly normal and healthy for gay people and you should be wary of anyone who tries to prevent you from criticizing religion/religious people’s actions. When gay people hate religion, it’s in the “we want to be treated like humans and have the right to live and exist like anyone else.” When religious people hate gays it’s in the “you should be tortured, outed, beaten, and murdered for your same sex attraction.” They’re not the same and I’m tired of this false equivalency. Gay people rightfully hating the people who oppress and kill us and try to wipe us from the globe is not in any way comparable to the people who do those things. Please stop pretending it is

opened an epub of “unmasking autism: discovering the new faces of neurodiversity” by devon price and got punched in the face by the first paragraph. off to a great start

“Parents or grandparents who themselves have Autism spectrum traits dismiss the child’s complaints, claiming that everybody suffers from the social stress, sensory sensitivities, stomach issues, or cognitive fuzziness they themselves experience.“

this is hysterical to me because i read out a list of autism traits to my mother while fighting to get assessed and she said “well if that’s autism then i’m autistic too” with a straight fucking face

a short lil moment about art and influence. featuring these two random boys ? i don’t know who they are. i think they’re in love

the thing about italian food is that it kinda sucks when made in italy. the average italian cook is suffering under 300 different traditional family bylaws that prevent them from like, adding garlic to their sauce, or washing their vegetables or whatever. and if they were to move five kilometers away to the next town over then they'd be executed in the street for cooking it that way. when italians are released from the context of italy it's like they're taking off training weights. an italian cook with no limiters becomes a culinary apex predator. it's for this reason that italian food has, outside of italy, become one of the big three cuisines, while remaining, in italy, frustratingly under-potential. it has to be this way.

shoveling handfuls of baby carrots into my mouth after jerking off to create a pavlovian response that allows me to see fine details at 2 miles whenever I get an erection

You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.

The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.

It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”

People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”

“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “

“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”

That was true. I do bite.

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Nuclear power is safe.

Nuclear power is clean.

Nuclear power is efficient.

Nuclear power is integral to humanity’s transition away from fossil fuels.

THIS

This is so fucking important

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The only people who will tell you otherwise A) are ignorant, B) are ecofacists, or C) only can think of nuclear power in terms of weapons

Or D) They’re old enough to remember Three Mile Island.  Which I do. Really, really well.  Nothing like watching the fucking news and waiting to see if thousands of people in Pennsylvania were going to die.

You don’t get that problem with solar panels.

In the 70s there were lots of solar panels, including neighbors of mine, lots of people were building earth-berm/sheltered houses that were off the grid, and we were headed toward renewable energy.  Until Ronald Fucking Reagan and “It’s Morning in America” and saying there was “no Energy Crisis.”

We don’t need nuclear power.  But energy companies are more than happy to convince you we do.  Because solar power and proper energy-conserving building design means people can get off the grid and not need to pay energy companies anymore.

I’m not an ecofascist.  I’m someone whose family had friends and coworkers who got off the grid, and who knows we can do that again.  There are plenty of companies and housing communities around the world which get their energy from sustainable resources that aren’t nuclear.

I guess you can ignore and explain away Chernobyl and Fukushima.

Here’s another idea:  Stop consuming so much goddamn energy.

No one died.

No one died!

NO ONE DIED

You are literally as bad as anti-vaxxers. Just making shit up and fear-mongering about technology that can save millions of lives, just because you are scientifically and mathematically illiterate. Shut the fuck up.

Imagine judging the viability of a technology based on where it was in the late 70s.

Look at the Internet for an example.

Forget that nobody died, nobody even got hurt. Three Mile Island was a fucking illusion. Three mile island was the display of a safety system so over-designed, so absolutely idiotproof, that it was still safe even when it broke.

Chernobyl was the result of the Soviets building a shitty reactor and then breaking it on purpose to see what would happen. They fucked around and they found out.

Fukushima also killed ZERO PEOPLE. Nobody died, not even after the record setting most powerful earthquake ever recorded in Japan, which was already known for powerful earthquakes. The resulting tsunami waves reached 40 METERS in some places. And still, through all that, nobody died. A dozen were injured by a steam explosion.

Three mile island was in 1979. Seven years later in 1986, everyone saw people dying in Chernobyl after the government forced them to parade through radiation like they were lab rats, and incorrectly drew the conclusion that the same thing had almost happened in Pennsylvania.

The resulting fear scarred an entire generation of Americans into being violently anti-nuclear, and they refuse to even consider the objective provable fact that every problem with nuclear power has been fucking solved.

Did you know we have new reactor designs that aren’t capable of meltdown? Or new designs that consume nuclear waste?

You haven’t heard of them because atom-phobic boomers keep voting against them, saying “I remember three mile island”.

Italian Elon Musk is having a field day today

If you follow Selmers to the poetry society meeting in Night In The Woods, this is her poem. I loved it and the themes of the game, and wanted to use it as practice to see if i can control the way readers ‘hear’ the words through images.

bootyshorts with this printed on them

"You give up a few things, chasing a dream."

You wouldn't get this on other websites

the sheer amount of artistic talent put into these panels to portray the right feeling on clark’s face is amazing

None of the images in the notes look like eachother but they all look like Clark wtf

Every time this graces my dash I can’t help but laugh until I’m on the verge of tears

I am such a slut for candles 😍😍😍😩😩😩😩🤤 I will moan on aisle 9 if I smell a bomb ass candle idc y’all

End up missing the shot because of the mind shattering orgasm you get the moment he's in range with his shrussy out

why staff thought they could turn this dumpster oven into something profitable is wildly beyond me