rhymeswithsavage:

thetimelordbatgirl:

thetimelordbatgirl:

Imagine actually being so evil that you’d rather make sure your writers suffer financially instead of just paying them the pay they deserve.
Hell truly has some seats reserved already, holy shit.

If anyone’s curious what studios is doing this hell worthy behavior, here you go.
Source: Hollywood Studios’ WGA Strike Endgame Is To Let Writers Go Broke Before Resuming Talks In Fall

They act like writers can’t get other jobs besides writing lol and to be honest with what they were paying the writers I’m sure a lot of them had side gigs on deck anyway for when writing didn’t pay all the bills. I know if it were me I’d bus tables just to spite them lmao

georgestraitfromthehorsesmouth:

itsmadeofwaffles:

Kind of wild to learn about the butchered trees in LA from a series of informative tweets instead of the usual “I love you” Destiel meme.

I’m gonna assume it’s because they are also part of the strike, and can’t give news for a while.

Tree Law is covered under a different meme

captainlordauditor:

ariesbitchclub:

cigarettefaggot:

i will never care about the met gala beacuse i know in my heart if you gave a drag queen 45$ and three days they could make something completely out of this world that out every single celeb to shame

i can answer this! the met gala is the main source of funding for the metropolitan museum’s costume institute, which houses something like 30k pieces of surviving historical clothing, shoes, accessories, etc. dating all the way back to the 15th century. the costume institute is the only department of the met that has to fund itself; ticket sales and donations are the institute’s only other sources of funding. the met gala brings in millions of dollars to the institute

i know it seems like just a bunch of rich people flaunting their wealth, but it’s actually what’s paying for the upkeep of all of these pieces of fashion history and keeping them available for public view, instead of in private collections. plus we get to laugh at rich people who don’t know how themes work

oh this is an INCREDIBLE addition to my randomly selected drag queens idea ABSOLUTELY

lymmea:

lanewilliam:

pervocracy:

Hey, let’s talk about debate a little bit.

I was a high school and college debater.  Lincoln-Douglas, parli, humorous interpretation, extemp.  I was on one of the top teams in the country.  (I was not one of the top debaters personally, I was just okay, but just-okay at a high level.  If you get me.)  I’ve got trophies in being an “um, actually” dude.

And this is why I don’t believe in the power of debate for settling serious issues.  Because teams alternate positions over the course of a tournament, but teams with better preparation and training tend to win no matter which position they take.  The whole sport wouldn’t work if the morally right side of an issue was always the one with the strongest arguments.

(In fact, being personally invested in the rightness of your argument is sometimes a detriment, because you can get flustered and emotional while the other guy is projecting nothing but calm confidence.)

I learned to speak passionately about why the US needs to retain nuclear supremacy for world peace, and also to speak passionately about why the US needs to lead the world in nuclear disarmament.  I can’t say “I can convince you of both,” because your own preconceptions are such a huge factor, but if you agree to be an impartial judge, I can absolutely convince you of both.  The “but in the end the truth wins out” factor is so much smaller than you’d like to think.

 This isn’t to say you shouldn’t ever engage in debate.  If you think you can win, go in and kick some ass.  It’s a valid way to present and defend your beliefs.  But don’t trust debate as a truth-finding process.  Don’t leave human welfare up to “whoever wins the debate.”  Don’t get sucked into believing debate is somehow a morally superior tactic to deplatforming or protest.  There’s so much style and technique involved in debate, it’s little better than saying “we’ll agree the truth is on the side of whoever wins this arm-wrestling match.”

Impartially moderated debate is a great college sport for people who don’t work out.  But there’s absolutely nothing sacred about it as a political process.

Literally every person I’ve ever known who was on a debate team has given me a version of this rant. 

Usually with references and well structured supporting details. :-) 

This also illustrates how stupid the idea is that “if you can’t debate your point well then clearly your point is meaningless”, aka the excuse every smug fucker on the internet makes when someone is arguing passionately about something instead of being all ~impartial and logical~.

First of all, this is a first-hand account verifying that, guess what, your skill at winning debates has no bearing on whether you’re right or wrong, and CERTAINLY no bearing on whether your stance is the most ‘logical’. Second, it verifies that those who don’t care about an issue have an emotional advantage when debating it over those who care deeply about the issue…and this advantage has nothing to do with the subject at hand, or the mental/emotional/moral superiority of the uninvested side.

Not a whole lot of this is really *news*, in that most of these facts should be pretty obvious, but it’s nice to have someone who actively participated in and honed their skill at debate to say these things as someone who understands it on a deep level. Please keep this post in mind the next time you see someone smugly acting like their ability to remain ‘logical’ (it’s rarely logic and more indifference) about something they aggressively don’t care about means that their perspective is somehow superior, or when someone attempts to dismiss an entire subject of debate because specific people didn’t argue the point with them well enough. Those people aren’t acting in good faith. (Also, remember to not let yourself be swayed too easily by skilled debaters without doing your own research and making your own decisions on a subject. Debate skill and charisma can be very dangerous when misused, so be careful you’re not being misled.)

nostalgicfun:

nostalgicfun:

nostalgicfun:

My boyfriend was on the phone with his dad yesterday so I went out to sit on the patio to pet the geese and play on my phone for a bit, and while out there I came across a comic of baby Grimace (yes, that Grimace) being sad because everyone hated his milkshake and saying he wished he never had a birthday. Then there was a follow up where tons of people had commented saying they loved the shake and wished Grimace a happy birthday, and that made him happy again.

This, for whatever reason, emotionally devastated me. I was sobbing. I was ugly crying so bad that even the geese waddled away side-eyeing me.

After a while my bf yelled from inside, “Okay, you ready for dinner?” and I was forced to accept I had to go back in the house a defeated sniffly little wreck.

My boyfriend, who has only ever seen me cry once in the whole year we’ve been together, looked horrorstruck. He assumed the worst. Someone got hurt. Something was wrong with my family. Someone was mean to me (a cardinal sin). The panic that washed over his face was unparalleled.

He, upon seeing me, (somewhat theatrically) rushed over and grabbed me by the shoulders. “What’s wrong, what happened? Are you okay?” he asked, frantic. “What is it?”

I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was and just shook my head.

He was growing more panicked. “What is it? Why are you crying?”

I then had to stand there and look him, this completely normal human being, in the eyes, and blurt out “Grimace”

Confused silence followed.

“….Grimace?”

I nodded.

“…The McDonalds guy…thing?”

I nodded.

“What…what did…Grimace…do to you?”

I then tearfully recounted the silly internet comic that had absolutely broken my heart. And this poor guy–this poor, wonderfully sweet, nice, patient guy–kindly stood there trying to figure out how to comfort me that Grimace was not, in fact, sad. (Nevermind that he’s a corporate mascot who isn’t real)

This morning my phone rang just after 5am. It was my boyfriend. It was my turn to panic, to assume the worst.

I didn’t even have time to say hello before he started excitedly yelling, “Look at the TikTok I just sent you! Look! Open it!”

Confused and not entirely convinced I wasn’t still asleep, I opened the TikTok.

An official release from McDonalds confirming Grimace (who still isn’t real) did, in fact, feel special on his birthday.

also while we were in the car headed to dinner I remembered the little panel of Grimace crying and I got all teary eyed again, and my boyfriend looked over and, with all the genuine care, compassion, and sympathy this guy could muster, legitimately asked, “Are you having Grimace thoughts again?” which I don’t think I’ll ever let myself live down

I expected this to get like 15 notes, not that 23,000 people would commiserate with me crying over Grimace, so here are some notes: 

1. if you also cried over Grimace, I am hugging you tightly and shooing away the Grimace Thoughts 

2. I showed this post to my bf yesterday when he got back in town and he read through the tags and comments. “These people think I’m nice? They don’t know I’m wretched. They don’t know I have you in my phone as Queen Scrungus” (this was followed by him bringing me a muffin “because you look like you needed a muffin, grimace girl”) 

3. for everyone stuck on “pet the geese,” I do indeed pet the geese! Especially Harold, the Resident Botherer. Our apartment backs up to a lake and the geese routinely escort us on walks and sit on the patio with us for coffee time and dinner! Goose pics for tax 

4. for everyone telling me to marry him, trust me, lord I am trying 

abashednightmaretyphoon:

soahtree:

marlinspirkhall:

roboticutie:

royalninja:

troubleshootingspacekangaroo:

self-righteous-god:

sage-nebula:

drtanner:

tiktoksijustthinkareneat:

I’m begging you to turn the sound on

Spring.

Spring.

Spring.

Spring.

Spring.

✨️GOLDEN…….✨️

Mouse 🐁

Everytime this crosses my dash my eyes light up because I know my favourite part is coming. Spring. Spring. Spring. Spring. Spring.

I had the wonderful experience of seeing this video for the first time today, and I was so hopeful when there were two springs back to back that there would be more springs, and with each additional spring my joy increased exponentially

I do wish there was one more spring after the water fountain part, but I was crying by like the 5th spring

mindfulnesspoet:

geeoharee:

macleod:

yeah, sure I’ll reblog that

(audio: gentle clanking, muffled by snow)

There’s a very noticeable lack of whooping and hollering which seems appropriate for such primal combat.

k-dhd:

soniclozdplove:

hdgnj:

soniclozdplove:

hdgnj:

ailithnight:

renwilson:

hdgnj:

lolottes:

hdgnj:

ailithnight:

catwithmanyhats:

stealingyourbones:

Short DPXDC Prompts #809

Danny is extremely weak and injured and he really hates overshadowing people. He does the next best thing: takes over the shadow of a person. Unknowingly, Danny just possessed the shadow of Red Robin.

Sleep deprived Red Robin arguing with is shadow is not an unknown sight. The shadow arguing back is new.

It doesn’t vocalize its disagreement, but it does subtly move, gesticulate, and generally give off vibes. Subtle enough to be mistaken for a trick of the light if you aren’t watching it closely for a few minutes, yet clear enough to subconsciously pick up on.

Now, Tim is just wondering how the hell his own shadow, an entity bound to his own movements and incapable of facial expressions, is managing to give him an Alfred level deadpan disappointed stare. Damn he needs caffeine. Another glance at his shadow and; again, despite having no face to express, he’s 94% sure it just did Alfred’s patented arched brow. Maybe he should turn in early and get some sleep.

Alfred: Ah. Master Tim. It is delightful to see you resting for once!

Tim: My shadow started being disappointed in me. I realised I probably needed sleep if my own shadow was hinting I needed rest.

Alfred: … I see. I am glad you can in fact, see reason.

next time Tim sleeps, Alfred brings cookies to Danny shade

Alfred holding a cup of tea and a plate of cookies.

Alfred: Now. I would like to make a deal with you young shadow.

The shadow flickers and dips in curiosity.

Alfred: Every time you convince him to sleep you get a plate of cookies.

The shadow vibrates with excitement.

Alfred: Excellent. We have an accord. Your payment for tonight

As Danny gets stronger he will reach an arm out of the shadow to take the cookies and plate into the shadow with him. Eventually Alfred brings him some post its and a pencil and they become penpals of sorts. Danny eventually reveals to Alfred Through these notes that he’s a ghost that got weakened by some kind of battle and needed a place to hide and rest to regain strength. So possessed Tim’s shadow for now. Alfred starts bringing the shadow 3 meals a day.

3 square meals a day is doing wonders for Danny’s recovery.

He’s not quite ready to climb out of Tim’s shadow yet, but he is strong enough to start subtly helping on patrol. Little things, of course. A slick patch here an untied shoe there. Not leaving Tim’s shadow means his influence is a bit constrained to places where Tim’s shadow crosses. But Danny still helps how he can. It’s nothing much.

At least, not until Tim finds himself in some real danger. A mission gone sideways a clown with a gun to Red Robin’s head on live stream. And Danny, possibly panicking slightly, definitely not wanting to find out first hand what the insides of human people looks like. He just kind of reacts. The clown is fortunately standing on Tim’s shadow, so it’s a simple matter to turn the floor there intangible and let the clown fall into the sewers.

The whole of Gotham watches Red Robin’s shadow eat the Joker live.

Danny got extra desserts that night. And the rogues of Gotham are now more afraid of Red Robin. As if the crazy bastard wasn’t scary enough. Tim of course need a to have words with his shadow. because, what did you do?

The problem is how to get an answer. Tim can yell and talk and argue all he wants but it doesn’t change the fact that his shadow is a shadow. It doesn’t have a face and it doesn’t talk. It takes him almost a week to figure out the post it note trick

Tim would pull up a PC and keyboard.

Tim: You can touch stuff, you can type. Get to it!

Danny : I helped! Why r u mad?

Tim: What are you? Why my shadow?

Danny: Friend! Injured. Healing slowl.

Tim: Ok. So till you are healed you are hiding in my shadow?

Danny: Yes

“Okay… oh-kay!” Tim took a forceful breath as he processed, My shadow is possessed by some sort of shadow monster. Wow! I’m… I’m gonna need a moment.“

The shadow gives a shrug, as if to say "what can ya do.”

“I’m guessing this means my secret identity and the identity of my siblings are all pretty much obsolete, right?”

There’s clacking as the shadow types:

CONSOLATION HERO TOO

“You’re a hero?”

SMALL TIME NEVER HEARD

“A small time hero I would have never heard of. Ok. Good to know. Why are you in Gotham?”

Anonymous

catwheezie:

Here’s a goober for you

switchelsweets:

themythicalcodfish:

pikestaff:

“Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they’re 15” this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit

To wit:

I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.

In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:

“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.

“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”

Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.

Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕

thisintermezzo:

averagefairy:

fibonassi:

averagefairy:

this is a message for everyone who is 22. if you’re 22 please stop worrying. take a deep breath eat a bagel maybe. everything that feels impossible is going to work itself out. have a great day

do u have a message for 25 year olds

uhhhhh 2 bagels?

I’m 32. When I was in my early twenties, I overheard a pair of 50ish year old women talking about the ideal age to stay at permanently. One said, “Everyone says 25. I wouldn’t want to be in my twenties forever. Everything is hard and you get upset too easily.”

Hearing her say that helped me so much. I thought about it countless times. Every time things felt overwhelming, I remembered what she said. The words of this total stranger, who wasn’t even talking directly to me, brought me a lot of comfort, so I hope they can help you, too.

redshiftsinger:

elljayvee:

ranidspace:

egberts:

“So if little girls experience their menstrual cycle in 5th grade or 4th grade, will that prohibit conversations from them since they are in the grade lower than sixth grade?” asked state Rep. Ashley Gantt, a Democrat who taught in public schools and noted that girls as young as 10 can begin having periods.

“It would,” McClain responded.

Unbelievable. Link to article.

The first ever suicide prevention hotline was created in 1935 bevause a man conducted a funeral for a 14 year old girl who ended her life because she got her period. She didn’t know what it was and assumed it was a STD. Learning about periods and sexual health is life saving. Republicans are unapologetically just evil.

You know, here’s a thing: I went to Catholic school from age 5 to age 16. (My family’s not Christian, but the local public schools weren’t great, so – )

In 4th grade, girls were given a clear, scientific, extremely bland pamphlet about menstruation. It was Boring and Educational. There wasn’t any class about it or anything – just the pamphlet, provided in a plain manila envelope for you to take home.

Starting in 5th grade, the school provided a small pack of pads to girls. This was probably so that anyone who unexpectedly started her period at school would have an emergency supply, but the thing was: this boring pamphlet, this pack of pads handed to you by a nun, made menstruation…so normal. It’s so normal that a nun hands you a pack of pads. It’s so normal that there’s a boring pamphlet. It’s just a thing your body does. (It’s so normal that you realize, oh, nuns have periods, huh.)

It kills me, KILLS ME, that this totally boring and bland form of education about human bodies is somehow Too Much, Too Scary, Too Sexy, for some people.

As always, the cruelty is the point. They know sex ed isn’t actually sexy and that learning about menstruation is boring and completely unexciting but important factual info for pubescent kids with uteri to know about.

They want young girls* ignorant and confused, because the ignorant and confused are easy to control. They want young girls* scared because the frightened will accept abuses framed as “protection” more readily than the unafraid. They want power over the vulnerable, the right to play god with innocent young lives. They want to be able to tell girls* that they’re being punished for the sin of Eve and that they’re inherently sinful and must submit to the control of men for the sake of preserving society and securing their own spiritual future. They don’t want girls* to know that periods are just a bodily function that humans who are capable of pregnancy experience because of how human reproduction works, because knowledge is power and they want women* kept powerless.

*they believe things in these terms because they also believe that anyone born with a vulva is inherently “a girl/woman” and therefore inferior to them.

clumsysprings:

animentality:

The kraft people breakdown all the time, but they’re also used to it

queeranarchism:

compassionmakesushuman:

sapphicauthor:

aaaaand that’s the tea. 

[id: a tweet by bubblegoth dyke 🕸️ (web emoji) (@/babylandsxo) which says: good evening fellas, nonbinary isn’t a third gender, every nb person’s gender experience is different, and turning the gender binary into a gender trinity isn’t what we are trying to achieve here End id]

Yeah, this.

Trans liberation does not involve building a third box to force people into. I don’t want an X on my passport, I want the state to not register anyone’s gender. I don’t want a third option for uniforms, I don’t want any uniforms at all. I don’t want a third set of pronouns, I want neo-pronouns and experiments in genderless language to continue to thrive. I don’t want to be expected to conform to a third aesthetic, a third set of behaviors, a third gender role, I want no limits on how I live my life.