grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

the fundamental tension between wanting to dissociate modes of dress from gender and people wanting to use modes of dress to signify their gender so they don't have to play the Pronoun Game

There was a trans girl I used to follow on tumblr, who I think is no longer here but might have just changed her name and I lost track

who commented on how it was easier to pass in Utah than it was in San Francisco. In Utah people were like "wearing a dress, has earrings, must be a girl, check!" Whereas in SF people would pass her on the street and say "hey man, nice dress!"

Are you people seriously implying Utah is better than California for trans women

reading comprehension website

however, if you really have your heart set on gigantic extinct canids and nothing else will do, don’t fret! look to the even more ancient canine family Borophaginae, the Bone-Crushing Dogs! they are here for YOU when you need them :)

Buppy

WHO’S A GOOD BONE CRUSHING DOG

“Epicyon” means “more than a dog”

“WOOF.”

<car alarms going off in a three block radius>

I think every video game needs a talking alcoholic crab that sells booze actually it’s not fair that it’s only in morrowind

Morrowind went “What if there was a drunk crab and he was the best merchant in the game” and it was one of the greatest artistic decisions in history

There’s no explanation or lore for the talking mudcrab merchant btw the mudcrab himself tells you it’s one of life’s little unsolved mysteries isn’t it now are you gonna buy something or not I haven’t got all day and he’s so obviously drunk it’s great

This man is rich and drunk and will buy your stuff

I love that Supergiant's answer to "how can we possibly follow up on the first game's rebellious failson protagonist" is to make the sequel's protagonist an earnestly dorky honour-student-with-impostor-syndrome type whose college major is murder.

I'd joke that Melinoë is the kind of person who'd accidentally call her teacher "mom", except that actually, literally happens, and she promptly gets shot down for it because Hecate has intimacy issues.

Everyone was speculating that there'd be a badass story behind her ghost arm, and then it's just casually revealed that she accidentally blew her own arm off while trying to bring a boy she liked back from the dead. Truly achieving new heights of bisexual-disasterhood.

cats don't even unstick their claws out of things anymore they will just sit there with their claw stuck in a blanket and look at you like this until you unstick it for them

Nobody wants to work anymore

ok i'll bite. *just starts fucking biting you*

When kids are trying to explain a problem they are having to you, you need to ask questions. Kids often don't have the words that they need to explain what is going on. So, they substitute in words that they do know that are as close as possible. If you take what they say at face value, you can sometimes entirely miss the actual problem.

A recent example is a kid, ten years old, I know who kept saying that their problem is that they "get bored" when reading. I've been helping by recommending books and other material relevant to their interests to their parents, but it didn't seem to work. So, I came over, sat down with the kid, and asked them to read as much of a short story as they could before they got bored.

They could read about sixty or so words before they were unable to focus on the text any longer.

According to them, this has been a problem since they were seven. But because "boredom" was the only word they had for it, they received attempts to get them more engaging texts. That's a great strategy for most book-shy kids, but not when it's looking far more like an undiagnosed disability. This kid has amazingly supportive parents who are now looking to get them more expertly evaluated, but because they didn't have the language to explain how bad the problem was, it flew under the radar for three years.

Ask kids clarifying questions when they're having trouble, especially when the problem you think they are telling you about isn't being solved by solutions that would normally work. You might figure out why those solutions aren't working.

i cant get over the king charles portrait. they made that thing to age in his place. that painting hangs in the house of a too-friendly family you find in the post apocalyptic wasteland who inexplicably has a ready supply of fresh meat. if mario jumped into that painting he wouldn't find a charming platformer he would be flayed and hanged like a medieval criminal by an unseeable force in a droning red void. that painting is a color blindness test for people who work in IT but believe in the divine right of kings. that painting is going to weep the sequel to blood. after he dies charles is gonna crawl outta that thing like sadako.

this painting is what ultrakill speedrunners see when they close their eyes. if you showed this to the romans who flogged jesus theyd think this painting is excessive. this painting is the blood cavern from space funeral. it's the color out of space.

jegus tapdancing christ it is actually that bad

A couple years ago, I was staying with a friend for New Year’s and we’d decided to drive down to this adorable strip of locally-owned small business shops and check them out. The bakery was particularly crowded and since I wasn’t planning to buy anything, I waited outside. It’d been snowing, and since moving I’d picked up a “Californian-experiences-true-midwest-winter-for-the-first-time” habit of making at least one (1) tiny snowman every opportunity I get

so I built a little snowman on one of the small tables on this strip. 

after about three minutes of cramming ice together, I hear, “Do you want espresso beans for the eyes?” and I turn around and there’s this gal leaning precariously far out the window of her coffee shop, surrounded by her coworkers, holding out her hand and said espresso beans.

I think of those strangers often. just the thought of them all looking out the window to see this random stranger on the corner in the snow building a tiny snowman and deciding to join in, make it special for no other reason than that they wanted to. people are so, so precious and I’m never going to forget that moment.

funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay

I've seen posts going around claiming that petting animals is basically tricking them into thinking they're being groomed, and it's bugging me because, like, there's no trickery afoot. Petting and scritching are grooming activities. They help to dislodge loose fur and foreign objects and more evenly distribute protective oils, among other things. Primates are social groomers, and the human impulse to scritch is the legacy of our primate ancestors. We see an animal we like, even a dangerous one, and the monkey brain says "groom that thing".

Makes my heart flutter

And we’ll enjoy it every single time.