FRESNO NIGHTCRAWLER BUILD-A-BEAR !?!??!!!??!?!
Hey I haven't shown you guys my body horror tomato, have I?
Their two friends molded the day I bought the trio but this one started sprouting. I've been keeping it around to see what it will do next, and I've become quite fond of it. They're going in dirt soon- I'm gonna grow them as long as they're willing to be alive.
So far it's done this with just the light in my kitchen, which is pretty chilly. I want to see what happens when it gets better light and heat and nutrients. It's an experiment!
It also looks like parasitic eyeball worms according to my brother.
She's got dirt! Fits right in with my patio plants. I know I'll have to cull for the strongest eventually (as well as hillock her a little better) but for now I think it's really funny to have this next to my nice calm snake plant and ponytail palm.
I'm genuinely not expecting anything out of this other than a fun time. I know she probably will not give me actual tomatoes. This is 1000% about just seeing what will happen.
A collection of time travel humor text posts, not censored by me.
All of these really made me laugh, and laughter is a very good thing sometimes. All of the time, actually. Unless you're doing something that requires a still hand or silence I guess.
If I may add @sgt-cookie-2's masterpiece:
Taking up Japanese as a side project for myself has reminded me of something.
So like a long time ago I had a professor that I absolutely adored. She happened to be Japanese American. She grew up speaking Japanese at home but never really spent a lot of time in Japan. She mostly spoke with other Japanese Americans and read books.
So one day early in her teaching career there’s an exchange student from Japan who’s having a hard time understanding a concept so she explained it to him in Japanese and then he looked absolutely rattled. Like in shock. Pale.
This is how she learned that the way she speaks Japanese makes her sound like a gang member.
Japanese doesn’t exactly have cuss words in the same way as English does but imagine that the nicest professor you’ve ever had pulls your paper over and says “Okay listen here you little piece of shit I’m gonna fucking explain this to you. Violently.”
This (studying in Chile for a year) is more or less how I realized my two PhD-having, tenured professor expat parents raised me to speak the most disrespectful and swearword-riddled version of Spanish possible (with plenty of ancient slang I didn't know was slang thrown in). It was like:
[ID: image of a man with an outstretched hand, captioned “we purposely trained him wrong / as a joke.” /end ID]
Genuinely making myself nauseous from laughing because of this fucking video. OP let twitch chat write in commands in the game in real time (source)
Thoughts on the wattpad Ao3 situation?
[Re: facing new censorship restrictions on Wattpad, Wattpad users are fleeing to AO3, where a portion of them appear to be trying to impose censorship restrictions]
As an abuse survivor whose primary connection to the world was the internet, I first learned that what I was experiencing was abuse by finding a fic I was reading had that tagged.
Then, experiencing a morbid mix of fascination and denial and desperation to contextualize my expriences, I then went through about a hundred different pics with that tag until I could say out loud to myself, "These behaviours are abusive. This is abuse. Thousands of other people have agreed it is not normal."
Once I had it in me to suspect, and once I had the language I needed to pinpoint what was wrong, I was able to branch out. Differentiate between emotional abuse and teasing, psychological abuse and nomal behaviour. How my behaviour emulated these things, and why it was unhealthy, and what I should correct in myself to avoid becoming like the people who hurt me.
I wasn't being sexually abused, but if I had been, I imagine this discovery process would have been exactly the same. Accidental, then purposeful, then comparing, researching, validating, and seeking help.
As an individual, there's a lot of shit that icks me the fuck out, that I would find incredibly unpleasant and distressing to read. So I don't read it. And, would you look at that, there's a handy-dandy way for me to see up front which stories or poems or whatever include those things, and I don't have to get blindsided.
People are going to write about whatever they want to write about whether you let them use a website to do it or not, and trying to stop them won't stop them, it'll just be harder to find. And for some of us, that messed up, awful, uncomfortable shit was very important to find.
There's a lot more I can say about censorship. About the implications of coddling the public, stigmatizing real-world experiences, the foot in the door that allows us to spread from one little nasty thing we all agree is bad to everything else from gay sex to cross dressing to boys wearing pink, the obscene to the innocuous.
But.
If I may lower myself to entertain the argument that "Oh, but if you write about these awful things, you must have the heart of an abuser! You must have the heart of a murderer! You must have the heart of a rapist!"
Then I will ask the person who believes this to consider:
Would you rather have a monster who you can't see, or hear, or sense, who is always there, always thinking its monstrous thoughts, making its monstrous plans, out of sight and hidden away until you happen to stumble across it unexpected in the dark?
Or would you rather it stay outside, in a clearly marked enclosure reading "MONSTER! DO NOT ENTER! MONSTER INSIDE!" where you can see it and avoid it, knowing exactly where it is?
Just, you know. My fucked up freak opinion
i dislike it when someone is facing obviously disproportionate scrutiny for their actions because they are trans or Black or so on and people immediately leap to focusing on defending their actions and litigating the specifics, which cedes the implicit point that if they really did Do The Thing the response they are facing would be justified and often—unless their innocence is actually watertight—presents an extremely easy way for an interlocutor to score points on you while at the same time not meaningfully addressing the double standard
like how many times on here has a girl been termed and everyone jumped to say "she was banned for no reason, she never broke ToS", and then immediately been made to look foolish by the tranmisogynistic harassment crew who've made dedicated e-stalking blogs for her showing up with a screenshot of one time she suicide baited an anon or whatever. and there was literally no reason to set yourself up for that interaction when you literally could have started and ended with the existence of the mass stalking and harassment campaign !
when I was a kid for some reason I thought Lola Bunny's last name was "Rabbit" and that she was actually Jessica and Roger's daughter. And the reason she wasn't in the original Loony Tunes is just that she wasn't born yet
I mean can you blame me. Look them and look at her. She's got a good blend of both of their features.