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Oh how I yearn for a simpler time, when a young man would simply give his paramour an intricately crafted wooden spoon to show his affection and ability to provide for their future family, especially if they ever ran out of spoons

4chan memorial post. rest in hell

yeah I think. I think you need to confess that. that’s a sin.

oh no I don't have anything to confess to Father I just wanted to be in this little dark box with you :)

paarthurnax is transmasc

Paarthurnax is a girl.

Source: the Nords say kyne and her daughters taught them to shout. Paarthurnax says Kyne told him to teach the Nords to shout. For confusing lore reasons I don’t have time to explain in this post, Kyne is married to both Akatosh and Lorkhan, so she could be extrapolated to be the mother of dragons.

Paarthurnax logically would be a daughter that was described.

Paarthurnax is a girl

If you must do this damn silly thing, don’t do it in this damn silly way.

- Sir Humphrey Appleby, The Writing on the Wall

Jim Hacker: You mean to tell me that when the chips are down, you’re on my side, not Humphrey’s?

Bernard Woolley: Minister, it’s my job to see that the chips stay up.

The purpose of art is to provide the world with beauty. Brutalism is not beautiful. Neoclassical and futurist architecture are. QED, brutalism is bad architecture. Not everything has to be about class struggle or whatever bullshit.

Art should be promoted and celebrated based on artistic merit, not politics. Tradition should be rejected when it is harmful to society - for example, I believe that the Catholic Church should be destroyed because it is a major wellspring of conservativism. But I do not want to tear down Notre-Dame or Saint Peter’s Basilica. The harm is not being caused by the beautiful buildings, but instead the people who inhabit them.

There are three imperatives to keeping fascists out of architecture.

1. Celebrate Buildings from Africa and South Asia over and above Europe, America, and East Asia

2. Celebrate Brutalism and “the ugly” over and above Classical Revival, Futurism and New Formalism. Reject tradition

3. And I cannot stress this enough: Fuck the buildings

u ever look at a shade of green and think "yes."

“We should celebrate objectively worse architecture because every person who likes good architecture is a Nazi”

insane take.

There are three imperatives to keeping fascists out of architecture.

1. Celebrate Buildings from Africa and South Asia over and above Europe, America, and East Asia

2. Celebrate Brutalism and “the ugly” over and above Classical Revival, Futurism and New Formalism. Reject tradition

3. And I cannot stress this enough: Fuck the buildings

I love Bernard he’s such a little dweeb. was watching the writing on the wall today and jim said something like “we’ve got it in the bag, this will really rock the boat” and you can just hear the RAGE in Bernard’s voice, like he’s gritting his teeth, when he says “you don’t put boats in bags”. adore this man.

“[Orcs] are just regular people with extreme cultural norms” yeah like. Women being property. And hating every other race. Like their entire religion and culture is based around those two ideas.

Come to think of it, I believe Orsimer are the only race in Tamriel where the sexes are not inherently equal.

so yeah, no, they’re just evil actually.

Man I know that elder scrolls is a stupid series and all that but I really think they did concepts like orcs and dark elves mostly correct. More correct than a lot of franchises I’ve seen anyways.

sometimes I go on rule 34 and read out the comments in the voice Drew Gooden uses when he’s reading the titles of bad movies.

i loooove being a hater but please. don't tag your hate (EVERYONE following #fencing had to see that)

as well they should. epee wielders are scum. maybe I’ll respect them if they ever pick up a real sword.

seeing a really cool post and then finding out it’s from a religious person is so disappointing. I wanted to follow you I didn’t realize you were cringe :(

I actually despise poetry like this because it relies purely on its gimmick rather than any actual technical skill. because if you actually write it out in paragraphs it’s only a middling poem. it doesn’t really say anything interesting or advance the genre. the language is not very interesting. the sentences are mostly prosaic. there’s no musicality. in short it has very little actual artistic quality.

A poem should stand on its own as just the words on the page - not be defined by the goofy way you arrange them. I could, if I wanted, rearrange Thomas’ masterpiece Fern Hill or Keats’ On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer

to

be

written

like

so.

but they don’t NEED to be and in fact it would probably take away from the actual lyricism of the work.

did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

this is adorable I love her :)

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.

hashtag tumblr is half tragic personified tumblr x 4chan and half hot girl selfies EXCLUSIVELY from Latin women

“faith”

The Victory of Faith  (1891) Saint George Hare 

Need a butch to cling onto while watching horror movies

the populace at large thinks I’m crazy probably

standing outside my friend’s apartment holding balloons waiting for him to come down. I’ve become a parody.

standing outside my friend’s apartment holding balloons waiting for him to come down. I’ve become a parody.

god gives her deepest voices to her girliest transfems

“Burn your Harry Potter merch”

… what is that supposed to do, exactly?

like, the money has already changed hands. the transaction has taken place. you’re not hurting Rowling by setting that fire.

"I don't like JRK but I still love Harry Potter"

You have blood on your hands

Burn your fucking Harry Potter merch or be burned with it.

I'm fucking livid.

I love Honkai star rail because I know nothing about it other than the fact that one of the characters is named Kafka. They really said here’s a character named after a depressed 1900s Czech author and she’s a hot girl with big tits.

just spent half an hour sitting perfectly still while two cis girls told me I wasn’t allowed to have rights or thoughts or ambitions and my only purpose was to look pretty & be seen and not heard <3 literally the hottest experience of my life

> be me

> Markarth guard

> kissing my husband in the middle of our shift

> stranger walks up

> husbands head snaps to them

> “I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow to the knee”

> stranger walks away without speaking

Ummm am I interrupting something...?

I found this screenshot I took a while ago and i had to do something about it

omg I want to devour this art

heavy is the head

meee :3

it's me i'm the someone you know

you know that farmed fish are like… not from the ocean, right? this is like saying that the billions of chickens we’ve got are a part of the environment.

you can’t have it both ways. either the problem is overfishing or the problem is industrial farming. not both.

Silicon Valley's Fish Killing Machine

There's a tech company called "Shinkei Systems" that created an "AI powered fish killing machine" (they're using an automated machine to do ike jime, a traditional Japanese slaughter technique where a fish is killed instantly via a knife to the brain). Here's a picture of their machine:

Isn't that metal box such a great way for a living creature to die? Shinkei systems claims this automated death machine is "more humane" than error prone humans, who of course, sometimes miss the mark when severing a fish's brain from its spinal cord.

If the idea of automated animal slaughter doesn't freak you out enough, take a look at their promotional material where they promise to "eliminate 85% of the workforce" wherever their machine is used.

And just to wrap this story up in a bow, the founder is a guy named Saif Khawaja who retweets a lot about "DNA based IQ testing" and other race-science nonsense:

So yeah....a tech company run by a race obsessed skull-measurer decided the most pressing issue facing the world was not enough cheap sushi-grade salmon. The solution, of course, isn't to allow the ocean's depleted fisheries to regain their natural levels by reducing commercial fishing, it's to make a robot that can kill fish in a fancy Japanese way so people who eat industrialy farmed animals can feel less bad about it. And why not put a bunch of fishermen out of work while you're at it? The solution to our ever alienated world is clearly removing any human contact in the food supply and ceding that role to a machine. Clearly, the faster we can kill animals the better; perhaps we can kill them quickly before any concerns about the rapid destruction of the earth's aquatic ecosystems arise out of our collective haunted consciousness.