"They shouldn't socially transition until after 25"

So trans people magically aren't adults at 18 like cis people!?!?!????

[sarcasm] Wow yeah that sounds good and like something a normal government would say. Hope this isn't a dangerous precedent that will be used to repeal rights from other minority groups

Been seeing loads of people sharing their Watcher accounts and look, appreciate the sentiment, BUT:

1. There is a device limit, so no, we aren't going to be able to collectively use one account.

2. Buying into the scheme ignores the fact that it goes completely against what fans want - namely by funding overproduced and increasingly scripted videos, as well as your generic 'rich people fly to places and do expensive things Brent Rivera style' content.

3. This was clearly a very silicon-valley-business-bro minded move, and if there's one way to get a businessman to cut the shit, it's by not giving them any more money. IF NOBODY PAYS FOR THE SUBSCRIPTION, IT WILL FAIL.

It's very gallant and all to try share your accounts, but at the end of the day, YOU'RE STILL FUNDING THIS TERRIBLE DECISION!!

Also, an additional note: It's very easy to dismiss this as Steven's doing but let's be realistic here. If Ryan and Shane truly wanted this not to go ahead, it would not have gone ahead. Watcher are well aware that it is Shane and Ryan that attract most people to the channel, so even though Steven technically holds the most corporate power as the CEO, it's very unlikely that this is a 'Steven took over and forced these two innocent creatives to ostracise their fans' situation. These people aren't comically evil supervillains, but it'll still take a good financial kicking to realise 'oh shit, maybe this was a bad idea'.

reblogging this for the archive of 'times rich - no, sorry, comfortable - people did some dumb shit'

recently enjoying...

unsalted pistachios the television program newsradio saie liquid blendable blush the breakfast burrito at go get em tiger almond butter + apricot preserves sandwich my library card putting all the 'floor clothes' away before bed small pouches to put things into this tote i got for our honeymoon https://www.calpaktravel.com/products/luka-expandable-laptop-tote/green-apple cindy lee diamond jubilee

i'm so sorry to say but i'm thinking about my iwbft sequel again

finishing the song of achilles literal days before exam season starts has perhaps not been my best move chat i'm not gonna lie

something ive noticed while reading dantes inferno is that there seems to be a lot of italians in hell

I tried to write a novel. Not once. Not twice. But about 12 times. Here's how that would play out: 1. I sit down and knock out 10 pages 2. I share it with someone 3. They say "It's goooood" like it's not good 4. I ask for critical feedback 5. They say, "Well....the plot just moves so quickly. So much happens in the first few pages it doesn't feel natural." So I'd write more drafts. I'd try to stretch out the story. I would add dialogue that I tried to make interesting but thought was boring. I would try including environment and character descriptions that felt unnecessary, (why not just let people imagine what they want?) Anyways, I gave up trying to write because in my mind, I wasn't a fiction writer. Maybe I could write a phonebook or something. But then I made a fiction podcast, and I waited for the same feedback about the fast moving plot, but guess what??? Podcasts aren't novels. The thing that made my novels suck became one of the things that made Desert Skies work. I've received some criticism since the show started, but one thing I don't receive regular complaints about is being overly-descriptive or longwinded. In fact, the opposite. It moves fast enough that it keeps peoples attention. I always felt I had a knack for telling stories but spent years beating myself up because I couldn't put those stories into novel form. The problem wasn't me. The problem was the tool I was trying to use. All that to say: If, in your innermost parts you may know that you're a storyteller but you just can't write a book, don't give up right away. You can always do things to get better and there's a lot of good resources. But if you do that for a while and novel writing just isn't your thing, try making a podcast, or creating a comic, or a poem, or a play, or a tv script. You might know you're an artist but suck at painting. Try making a glass mosaic, or miniatures, or try charcoal portraits, or embroider or collage. You might know you're a singer, but opera just isn't working out. Why not yodel? I could keep listing out examples, but the point is this. Trust your intuitions when it comes to your creative abilities, but don't inhibit yourself by becoming dogmatic about which medium you can use to express that creativity. Don't be afraid to try something new. Don't be afraid to make something new. You might just find the art form that fits the gift you knew you always had, and what it is might surprise you

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

It's international women's day. White feminists will speak about the hijab being "oppressive" but will not speak about the IOF abducting Palestinian women, stripping them of their hijab, and denying them the right to wear it.

It's international women's day. White feminists will tell you the importance of making period products free, but will remain silent when Palestinian women and little girls in Gaza have to use leftover fabric from tents because aid is blocked and they don't have pads.

It's international women's day. White feminists will gladly share fake accusations -which have been debunked- about mass rapes against Israeli women, but will completely ignore the sexual violence and rape threats Palestianian hostages have been and are subjected to in Israeli prisons.

It's international women's day. White feminists will scream about women's education and the Taliban -even though they only use it for their Islamophobic agendas, not out of concern- and they will remain silent when we say schools and universities in Gaza have been bombed, and there is an educational crisis.

Stop looking the other way. Stop being silent. Free Palestine.

I find it interesting that all of Chester's cases so far have been about not investigating things you have no obligation to involve yourself with, saving yourself , the hamartia of curiosity, etc, and episode 7 is, in a way, the opposite. Not that it encourages investigation, but that the complication isn't a naïve protagonist exploring mysterious locale and meeting an unpleasant end for it; the problem here is an invading, unknowable force that starts out innocuous enough, paired with an also unknown rescuer who is part of an outside organisation and encourages the narrator not to investigate. The narrator is not trespassing their way into the horrors, the horrors are tresspasing into the narrator's space (a space with spooky ooky connotations, no less). Isn't it funny, how this shift in Jo-... Chester's cases happens just as a new employee joins the OIAR? A new, enigmatic employee with an underlying sinister disposition despite being seemingly hardworking and positive? Or at least, has something to hide? A new employee who, though they are paid, is essentially sacrificing many of the social aspects of their life by working nights, volunteering those aspects, you could say? And funnier still, how immediately afterwards, Sam recieves an email from an unknown sender. An unknown sender who seemingly isn't attatched to the organisation to which the recipent belongs, yet is involved nonetheless. Yeah. The motif of a new guy joining your team, followed by another, then followed by a landslide of OHGODOHNO-

Ah. Parallels. It seems Jo-... Chester's warnings of do not investigate Sam or I swear- haven't worked. It seems like this 'John' (I'll use the transcript spelling, I know it is an eyesore) is having to reach out directly.

The problem is no longer getting involved when you don't have to for any reason besides the spirit of inquiry. Sam is too far in. He's past the point of no return. The emphasis lies now in protecting yourself, because the horrors are in your walls and shit's about to hit the fan.

listen i love the 'jmart are inside the puter' idea as much as everyone else. but. it would also mean that tmagp shares a major overarching plotpoint with the wreck it ralph cinematic universe and i can't decide whether thats a good or bad thing yet

awesome

oh totally agree, I also love how while it shows a narcissistic side to him, it manages to make his fear tangibly real. Wilde calls his treasures 'means of forgetfulness' and 'modes by which he could escape'. He is thrust deeper into depravity with his narcissism and greed, the very things he indulges in to escape confronting the reality of his sin. It puts me in mind of Against Nature. In the footnotes of my DG copy, it mentions how Wilde loved that book, and how the descriptions of the 'poisonous book' about a Parisian aristocrat Henry gives Dorian very much align to it. Similar themes of narcissism and art obsession are explored there. (highly recommended if you're into that sort of thing : ^ ) )

I think it's for a similar reason he goes to the opium dens: so that 'the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new'.

That being said, I also just find it quite a funny contrast without thinking about it too much. Like 'hell yeah check out this sick ass embroidery, look at how the gold thread glistens, look at the intricacies of the pomegranates woven into my silk. Gaze upon my olive-green chrysoberyl that turns red by lamplight, bask in the glory of my turquoise de la vieille roche. Also Basil is dead, oopsie daisy' because that's how it may read to a modern, non-critical perspective.

I hadn't actually considered Basil's death to be the final step in severing Dorian from his humanity before, but now that you mention it I completely agree. Any humanity we see in him thereafter feels a bit like a facade, yk?

oscar wilde really spent a whole chapter yapping about perfume and cool rocks and then devoted about three sentences to the murder of one of the central characters, and honestly? i see the vision

oscar wilde really spent a whole chapter yapping about perfume and cool rocks and then devoted about three sentences to the murder of one of the central characters, and honestly? i see the vision

Norris: “I lost someone I love </3 and they came back wrong </3 </3”

Chester: “do NOT GO TO THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE DON’T GO TO THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE DON’T GO TO THE MAGNIS INSTITUTE YOU WILL DIE DO YOU HEAR ME DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE”

Norris: “sometimes I can still hear his voice”