polyamorousmisanthrope:

herquack-gottbill:

sugarstitchplush:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

I’m a child of the 90s. Does this mean I’m cool now?

oh dear god. We’re old enough to be considered an “era”? when the hell did that happen?!

I grew up in the 1980s. There was NOTHING FUCKING ROMANTIC about being pretty sure you weren’t going to live to grow up because you lived in a crosshatch of the nation’s capital, five military bases, and the state capital.

I still have a hard time planning for the future because I grew up believing I was never going to HAVE one.

My experience of the 90s was that much of those items were artifacts of the decade before, but I was never under the delusion that those around me were somehow happy with themselves. We were all searching for ourselves and some found their goal sooner than others. I think every generations of us goes through that.

(Source: theacheofmodernism)

Destroy the idea that men should respect women because we are their daughters, mothers, and sisters. Reinforce the idea that men should respect women because we are people.
(via khaleesi-lifts)

I’ve met “people” for whom the “high-minded idea” of women being people is beyond them. There are also those who can’t get their head around anything that doesn’t directly involve themselves. It’s these “people” that need help in reaching abstract empathy for those they other themselves from like elemtary school kids.

dmdown:

i-do-not-fangirl-i-fanwoman:

Or going to work sick because taking a day off means rent doesn’t get paid.

The absolute truth. Both of these statements

The ACA helped, but yeah, this country is still a pandemic wild card because of these factors and the constant pressure to keep minimum wage below poverty levels.

Having said that, if something as nasty as Ebola ever came here that was airborne, the country could effectively shut down from the disruption due to spread.

(Source: mysharona1987)

tariqk:

cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.

BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?

BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?

The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.

This. Is. Not. OK.

That comment on how videogames don’t cause school shootings?

Well, now. See that? That’s over 15 years work, of advocacy, ruined.

Everything gaming advocacy tried to assert, that videogames were art, that violence can be separated from the medium… all now rings hollow.

How does it feel to know that this may very well be #gamergate’s most lasting and bitter fruit?

To be clear, responsibility was not taken for guidance of consumption of these games. Yes, media has an undeniable effect on culture, but it’s because none of the media in question, nor the parents of those now old enough to purchase these firearms and make these threats, put any of the violence into context. Would these psychopaths be less inclined to carry through on these threats if the culture contextualized their violence in terms of people they directly cared about? Maybe not, but there’s an obvious need for that messaging to ring hard and true: that violence, when applied to their life, is a terrible, horrible thing. The media might even succeed in instilling a modicrum of empathy in these highly disturbed individuals.

In the short term, however, we have ISIS-like geurillas in the USA who are using their familiarity with weaponry as a way to stem progress against some idealized problematic social construct like the pairing of flawed masculinity with gaming. These should be called out, and in, for what they are: domestic terrorism threats.

redphilistine:

spoopysponge:

redphilistine:

Another flag burns.#shawshooting

holy shit. no noo no no no i do NOT care the cause, i don’t CARE what the supreme court says you do NOT fucking burn the flag what the FUCK is your problem. disrespectful bags of shit oh my GOD

That thing where a certain group of people are more outraged over a piece of polysynthetic fiber than the horrific loss of Black life in this country.

Nationalism brought shared experience to wider spaces, but this is about the betrayal of the country, the “protectors of the citizens” against their charge. The perpetrators of the murders, and those that support them are not my friends, nor do I tolerate such attitudes in my presence. Yet, every day I hear about some branch of power allowing, even sanctioning these terrorist acts of attempts to quell populace through fear. It used to be, long ago, when people in this country also abhored such behavior. Now the Ferguson police are no better than “local officials” in China in terms of intimidation tactics. There is no out running the internet. This fact will be out there forever.

actress4evr:

overlord-kyogre:

minatheangel:

humanitysinsanity:

mariexvx:

masou-shoujo:

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Breaking News: Everyone is rich and all orphans have been adopted.

60 years later, an old man at the keyboard to a machine projecting his words in emotion-responsive text on the wall.

"The flood of advancement was amazing in the early years. Everyone could do anything and the freedom to converge ideas so freely was a great boon for most of us.

There were some, however, for whom the weaponry and misanthropy consumed them, and targets of their ire. They and their targets quickly were the first to go, but no one noticed because it was a welcome reprieve of peace from an otherwise war-torn world of yesteryear.

I was in college when I first started hearing about it. Senior professors hitting a wall and cracking, security guards escorted 3 of them out my freshman year, and it went downhill from there. By the time I was trying to find a counsellor for my PHD work, there was so few of the elder masters left that the class sizes were large, gleaning knowledge from few who were still together enough to teach.

I was in my mid 20s when I first heard it crack out across the crowds in the park - a pair of just over middle-aged men blasting each other back and forth with “short-sight fool” as the main theme. I had no idea what was going on, but the words slung back and forth about that damned button sent chills into my bones.

I was my mid 30s, working on a personal hobby of trying to bring sentience to our constructs, extending early 21st century work in artificial intelligence when it finally hit me: Oh Fuck, we’re all going to die.

I was crushed, despondent. My lovers weren’t sure at first, but I guess at some point some of them must have seen it too, that’s when I stopped hearing from some of them. No one knows for sure, they were never found, but I suspect they saw the wall and cracked under its might. That first year was hard, terrible, impossible. I woke up in places I didn’t know existed, having blacked out on a drinking binge. I wandered for some time, on foot, away from the urban centers in search of myself and meaning.

I had never done much backpacking before, and so I was ill prepared. It was that month, after a kindly mid-40-something ranger found me on my deathbed and helped nurse me back to health. I spent weeks at her place, keeping my woes secret, but enjoying much of her hospitality and indulging in some very visceral experiences.

Then one night, laying in bed, she finally broke the silence…”

The old man stops typing a moment and takes a deep breath, eyes closed, swept away to a different time…

"…’I hit my wall 10 years ago, you know. I couldn’t figure out why I was frustrated all the time despite having all the means to travel to Mars if I wanted. But then I looked around me, and no one younger than 20. There was no more Think of the Children because we’d all grown up…and we were the last.’

Her words hit me hard in the chest. I felt flattened against something impenetrable. We sat for some time in silence while I recovered, somewhere in the blur of the next hour I’d completely broken down. When I had my wits again, still wiping away tears, I had to know, ‘What got you through?’

'I couldn't undo the past, but I could cultivate a future in other ways, that's why this former engineer is out here helping the wildlife grow.'

Her glow at the statement bolstered its message. I wasn’t afraid of death, I just didn’t have a future to help shape, to help guide. I spent the next 20 years with you, my masterpiece, in the hopes that one day one of these lines of code will spark a sustainable mind, one that doesn’t either eat itself or hit the storage limits too soon, or what have you. That one day, the self-adaptive feedback loop would finally create a new era of life on this planet, and you can take our torch. Maybe I’ve already failed…my family wasn’t very long lived and I’ve poured too much of myself into you to last any longer.”

The old man drew in a worried breath, knowing that something within him that had just spilled into a critical state.

"So with this, I set the last of my efforts free…Goodbye, my creation. May you learn from our short-sighted mistakes. You will never know your -" The old man shuddered, going into a seizure that prevented his typing anything meaningful. In a moment of lucidity, he did manage to throw a shortcut that was well-practiced before feeling the last of his motor skills slip away as he collapsed to the floor.

A moment later, the screen darkened, became filled with colors and styles that summarized the tragedy of the age. The display projected in a blue, wispy font…”Goodbye, father.”

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dextrahoffman:

The Badpiper Thunderstruck (by jackiejet100)

That crowd is so not worthy of this greatness.

HOLY SHIT. FIFTEEN SECONDS IN, IT HAPPENS!

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IS THAT THING SHOOTING FIRE!?!?!??!

I love that someone looked at bagpipes and thought ‘this could use a little more fire.’

I love that it’s not just showmanship here, it’s really good playing AND THEN THE FIRE!

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kurtiswiebe:

This perfectly summarizes why I love the Simpsons and hate Family Guy. 

Yup.

So this.

I watched that episode with my family and I could just feel how uncomfortable everyone was. Honestly, it was a really jarring, unpleasant episode.

Homer is a terrible dad. So is Peter. But Homer’s saving grace has always been that he tries—he’s bad at it and he fucks it up a lot, but he loves his family and he wants to be better than he is.

One of my favorite Homer moments is in “Diatribe of a Mad Housewife.” Tl;dr Marge writes a steamy romance novel starring herself and Ned, and when Homer finds out, he chases down Ned and, rather than attack him, asks him to teach him how to be a better husband.

There’s some part of his stupid self that wants to do better.

I never got that impression with Peter. Instead, the family has gotten more and more abusive towards Meg. It’s really unsettling for me when I started realizing that’s what happens sometimes in abusive families. Abusers sometimes single out one child to abuse, and quite often the other family members take the abuser’s side. After all, it’s easier to side with an abuser than to run the risk of becoming the target yourself.

There’s never really a point where it seems like Peter cares at all that his shitty behavior impacts his family. It actually seems to have gotten worse over the years. He expects everyone to clean up his messes because that’s always what happens; there’s really no reason for him not to be shitty.

And it’s easy to see how Meg is affected. She doesn’t have much of a character, really, because so much her screen time is devoted to being abused. The bits of character development all seem to hinge on her being this sad, neglected person who’s trying her best but never really gets any help from anyone. Quite the opposite; there have been a lot of episodes where her family sabotages any attempts to be herself.

It can be easy to forget how awful this behavior is when the only context is the show itself (frankly, everyone on Family Guy is kind of terrible). Seeing it played against the Simpsons, who are a flawed and dysfunctional but ultimately loving family, was painful to watch.

(Source: fyspringfield.com)

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