i just remembered that one post where someone named headlights in Cars (the movies) as an equivalent to boobs in humans

and then i remembered that Lighting went from sticker-headlights to installing real ones in the first movie

so my point here is

Lighting McQueen got top surgery

thank u for coming to my tedtalk

tumblr stop imitating twitter challenge!!!!!! an account i keep for a zine got an “update” where the layout is literally ripped off twitter!!!! like seriously!!!! it couldn’t be more obvious!!!!

i don’t like it >:( absolutely not

reasonablywittyatbest:

gallusrostromegalus:

bulletinabowtie:

urbanfantasyinspiration:

tanuki-but-with-a-gun-deactivat:

shithead-returns-to-the-woods:

trainer841:

Don’t waste your money buying lottery tickets by life insurance on a logger your odds are better at winning money and it’s tax-free

Guess my choice to go into Forestry was good

This man is on 5 dimensional timewarp chess level

He is wasted as a logger

What episode of Letterkenny is this?

The whole thing is golden but the fucking punchline came straight outta left field and killed me.

@swiinkerpot

libraford:

eroticcannibal:

ice-block:

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It’s so fucked up how tiktok culture has made clout-poisoned people turn the public into content, every day I see people minding their business have their entire faces put online for thousands of likes, a couple kissing on the train, a lady dancing across a cross walk, a guy nodding his head to the music at a club, a lady buying a banana at the store, ring camera footage of the neighbors kids being stupid. Just let people live jfc

I think I may have made it seem like this is about wholesome content (which my sentiment towards that is the same) but most of the time when I see this stuff people are being ridiculed for being completely normal. And I didn’t make up any of these examples btw, I couldn’t find the dance one but only because there are too many videos of people being recorded at cross walks

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Im gonna add this to every post about this i see im never gonna shut up about it. This will get people killed. This will ruin lives. More people live in hiding than you think. So many people are one post away from having to abandon their whole lives. Dont ever post anything of anyone without their consent, stranger or not.

I am a photographer. It is my job to go into schools and take candid photos for the yearbook.

The number of kids that are on a ‘do not photograph’ list isn’t large, but it is a non-zero number. If that kid is even out of focus in the background, we do not use that photo.

If a child shows even the tiniest bit upset that there’s a person in the room with a camera, I do not take their photo.

At pop culture conventions, I ask people if I can take their photo. Or if I take a candid of them, I track them down and give them my info and get th3ir consent before posting.

At events like parties, concerts, performances, consent is generally implied because these are photographed events, but if an attendee approaches me and tells me to crop them out then I crop them out.

This makes street photography tedious, but I learned in my very first job as a camp counselor that people have very good reasons for not wanting their photo publicized. There are kids in the foster system with abusive parents. There are adults with stalkers. There are people who might be a witness to a crime.

Even outside of this- I’ve seen how private persons become memes against their will just by going out in public. Some people are super not normal about meme fame.

Leave people alone. The world is complicated. Make your own content.

seasonallydefective:

vantwinblade:

tiktoks-i-like:

I’m smacked upside the head with the knowledge that some of the people who grew up with Caramelldansen originally are absolutely teachers right now.

Holy Shit.

lavinia-pfigg:

tlatollotl:

don’t lose the notes:

#they always see ‘pixie’ and ‘dream’ and ‘girl’#but forget the terrible awesome driving power of ‘manic’

huffylemon:

oceanster:

and let your colours bleed and blend with mine

my piece for @/displayjae on twitter for the kagehina exchange!

duckworks:

Alt. Story Yaga

andmaybegayer:

the-grey-tribe:

athingbynatureprodigal:

the-grey-tribe:

the-grey-tribe:

I don’t see the need to explain anything about innate gender differences and how they apply to gaming. The disparity is obviously cultural, unless you also think Koreans have a StarCraft gene.

You might call it a pipeline problem, but it’s not like STEM. Getting more girls into competitive game genres like RTS, or fighting game should obviously not be a political priority.

I suspect that, if you crunch the numbers, trying to “go pro” as a gamer has a massive cost and doesn’t really get you anywhere in life, on average. I would assume that most “pro gamers” are paying a massive opportunity cost and lead a shitty life, and they don’t get anything to show for. Maybe at some point you could be the NA champion at Star Craft without training 8 hours a day so you could go to uni, but I think a guy who does a half-hearted attempt at e-sports has a better life and better lifetime earnings compared to the guy who gets into it full time. The guy who’s worst off would probably he who trains 8 hours a day for years without being picked up by a team. I’d suspect it’s easier to be a variety streamer than a pro gamer.

The skill ceiling of the most competitive games is so high, and the sponsor money is so low compared to the effort, there is a big gap between competitive hobbyists and a profitable esports career that it doesn’t make sense to go pro even if you are good enough. If you play CS:GO at a level below the very highest, it’s basically an expensive hobby, and the higher you get, the worse and more expensive it becomes.

Shit, I am just independently re-discovering the “Women in STEM academia” by Phil Greenspun, except being a professor is horse racing, being a gamer is cock fighting, and doing STEM as an industry professional is clam fishing.

This pattern repeats across almost any field where the basic system is “wreck your fuckin’ life in exchange for a lottery ticket” and everyone’s going “why are the lottery winners so heavily male!? Someone must be excluding women!”

Yes, those people are called women, and they’re excluding themselves because they don’t have such a fucked-up set of incentives to make “wreck your life in exchange for a lottery ticket” seem like a good idea.

Interestingly, speedrunning (more queer) is less of a lottery ticket than multiplayer esports (more cis men).

I’ve used speedrunning before as the ultimate example of “quick mastery”, in the context of why video games are fun because they fake getting really good at a thing. If you practice Celeste speedrunning for an hour or two a day for a few months you’ll probably be among the best Celeste speedrunners on earth, if you practice violin an hour or two a day for a few months you’ll be a beginner violin player.

It’s distressing how many professions we have that rely on a huge pool of talent wasting a ton of time and dropping out to go live other lives burdened always with immense expenditure of time, effort, and health in their youth! See: earlier posts on Ballet and Football.

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first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all

third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below

fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?

fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves

sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it

seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him

eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night

ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him

tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk

eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important

twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go

thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme

fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader

fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that

sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why

Critical background info on our beloved second century warlord

ladyshinga:

OceanGate tried to scrub the internet clean of traces that it ever existed, taking down its Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and LinkedIn pages

OceanGate, the deep-sea exploration company that created the Titan submersible, has removed its Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and LinkedIn a

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poor things, well we should definitely make this easier on them by never repeatedly mentioning their name and deeds on the “reblog things forever” website

curiositykilledtheradiostar:

Pure of heart, dumb of ass, awe of tism, and eighty of HD