God forbid a person be aromantic. God forbid a woman be aromantic. We live in a world where romance is treated like the holy grail and friendships are pushed to the side. A woman is supposed to fall in love and get married and have children and it's not fair to people who don't feel that way.

I hate it so much

I’ve been playing a lot of small indie games and god I wish the rest of the game industry understood that the whole point of farming and grinding is so that in some point of the journey the player can go HAHAHA I PLANNED FOR THIS and pull off crazy crap earlier than they should be able to. Like Teenage Exocolonist letting me just walk past all the checks when I’m outside the colony and go to the boss immediately because I farmed the fuck out of my perception skill should technically be game ruining but it’s not. I planned for this so I could get the ascension ending easily while simultaneously putting the rest of my effort into figuring out as much about engineering as possible at the same time so I can pull off a full shield run. Having advantages in certain contexts should allow me to interact with it in a way that opens an entirely new path for me to take. Poisoning the campfire survivors at the very beginning of my Inscryption run lets me take a route where I focus on building up the cards I already have instead of hunting down new ones. Advantages are good!! Grinding so you’re high enough level to beat one boss only for the rest of the game to balance itself by making everything else many levels higher than you once again is unrewarding. If your player cannot face your game from multiple angles then maybe it’s not that worth exploring. If your player over relies on an ability they spent a long time working up and they’ve made the game too easy make it so that steers them into a new situation where they have to innovate on their strategy to get things going again. Just hand me a game like Inscryption where I farm the whole game with fecundity decks and then get to Kaycee’s Mod and realize I have to relearn the whole game from a completely new perspective now that I can’t rely on that anymore. If it’s just a matter of “the numbers are too high we have to turn all the other numbers up too” then do the numbers really mean anything anymore or are you just keeping me stuck in a role where I’m saying to myself “once I have the advantage I’ll be able to explore so many new things” but then never letting me have any advantage until near the end when the world has lost its charm because everything is just a damn numbers game.

The other day I was talking about hyperfixations and how being in the middle of one makes it so hard to convince myself to do anything else even important tasks and a coworker goes “you let things like that control you?” And I

….yes….????? I don’t have the ability to just like, switch it off????? Like I get I come off as unaffected by the autism/adhd as I can manage but they’re still things that affect me??? With traits and symptoms that I cannot control?????

Sorry, let me just tell my brain to simply learn to not get obsessively focused on a topic for days weeks months at a time. I can’t believe all these years I never tried just telling myself “no we can’t hyperfixate on this we have to function within the confines of ‘normality’”

Hey here's a weird question for Americans:

Is it normal pharmacy policy to just cancel orders if insurance doesn't cover something? Zero communication with the patient to see if they need it enough to shell out for it or even to let them know it's been cancelled -- just cancelled and not filled. You only find out when you call in because your RX isn't ready for pickup and it's now urgent.

My previous pharmacy did this, and told me it was their policy because otherwise they'd "be calling people all day" and I happen to know that the head pharmacist at my new pharmacy trained at my last pharmacy, so I'm not sure if this is a normal policy or just something she picked up there.

Seems ridiculously irresponsible given that they're dealing with people's health...

The older and more aware I get, the more I feel the romanticism of vampires is a special kind of classist "pick me"-ism. Kinda like the dream of winning the lottery. It's the idea that if you're special enough, in the right place, at the right time, someone can remove every mortal ailment and stress from your body in exchange for a small act of service that ultimately perpetuates the cycle. Bram Stokers Dracula should have been fought. Vampires from their inception have not been sexy. Vlad Tepes, who we often associate with the original Dracula, was a psychopathic aristocratic murderer who had the bodies of thousands of dissidents in his courtyard. And yet now, the narrative of vampires has shifted from the elites of society sucking the blood of the poor to sustain themselves ad infinitum, to something sexualized and romanticized. I don't blame kinks at all for the romanticization of vampires, kink unfortunately was the community the propaganda spread through. It makes sense from a surface level. The neck is a very intimate part of the body, something we only allow someone we truly trust to get near. That, mixed with the humanization of vampires, having them need consent in order to feed, helps play them into the role of the victim of circumstance, just needing to do what they do in order to survive. That, or they find a substitute, and thus once again human blood is seen as a treat, an indulgence, that only furthers home that those born into wealth and capital don't have a choice but to live in that lifestyle, and those that don't live like others are seen as odd. The humans in these stories are us. They always are and always were us. We feed the vampires, willingly or unwillingly. But to think that we can slough off every problem we have by a single act of service to those that think themselves higher than us is a fallacy. Because a vampire must always feed, and when it can no longer feed on you, they will dispose of you, because then you are competition. The best you can hope for in that situation is eternal thrallhood, never reaching the status of vampire, never sinking low enough to be seen as a human again.

episode ii: attack of the porn bots

@moonydabest and @whatsorryiwasntlistening FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC HELL YEAH OFFSHORE OIL RIGS. OKAY S O. I’m gonna talk about the sinking of one of them since that’s probably the most interesting (however also very tragic) things. Anyways so it’s this semi submersible oil rig named the Ocean Ranger, owned by a company called ODECO. It was 267 km east of St. John’s, Newfoundland and drilling in the Hibernia oil field. So for context this rig was about to encounter a massive storm that it honestly only should’ve sustained minor damage from. There were two smaller rigs nearby that weathered the storm with minimal damage despite it being a very intense storm. So by all means the Ocean Ranger should’ve been completely fine.

However the crew wasn’t educated on safety precautions which is a shortcoming on ODECO’s part and the rig was also not prepped with proper survival equipment. The issues started when (once again lack of safety education) the crew didn’t close the hatches that cover the windows in the ballast control room. The control room is only around 28 ft above the water and during storms there’s hatches that should be closed during storms as the glass can be broken and flooded, causing damage to the control board which is exactly what happened. (Also ballasts are what make the rig buoyant and controls how much water can be in and out of the ballasts at a time, lowering or heightening the rig depending on how much water is let into them.)

The controls sustained damage but due to the crew being inexperienced and uneducated they didn’t realize this was such an issue. They had shut off power to the controls for a time but then (assumed for repairs) gave power back to the room, short circuiting the board and causing the ballasts to open and take on water. This caused the rig to list (lean) heavily 15 degrees to the side, which for an oil rig is a massive deal.

The rig had correspondence with multiple rigs and boats during this but it didn’t convey any signs of emergency until later. At 00:52 (local time) a mayday call was sent out and the Rangers support boat, the Seaforth Highlander set towards the rig. It was about 8 miles away. The two nearby rigs also dispatched their own nearby support boats to the Ranger for assistance and land crews were notified but due to the severe weather, no helicopters could get off the ground at the time to help evacuate the crew who had no survival suits which could prevent hypothermia and drowning in the water.

At 1:30 AM (local time) the Ocean Ranger sent its last transmission, letting the support/standby boats, nearby rigs, and ground crews know the crew was no longer going to radio as they’d be going to lifeboat stations. There were difficulties launching the lifeboats due to the severe list of the rig but they were able to launch at least one. However the attempts by standby boat Seaforth Highlander to recover the lifeboat were unsuccessful due to the weather and that the ship was not made to rescue anything from the water. A helicopter could only be launched to help at 2:30 AM but by this point in time the crew inside the lifeboat had been unable to be recovered by the standby ships who’d arrived (3 total ships as 2 supply ships arrived later) and the crew trying to tie to the larger Highlander ship has been tossed into the sea as the ropes snapped and lifeboat flipped with 20 crew members strapped inside. All succumbed to hypothermia and drowning and all 84 crew members of the Ocean Ranger rig died. The rig itself had remained upright for another 90 minutes before sinking entirely into the sea with no trace other than the buoys.

(bit of a vent, because frustration)

If anyone claims I'm shipping incest because I ship Gordon and Henry one more time, I am going to go *ballistic*.

I do not consider them relatives, they are not related in my AUs. I respect people's choice to make them related in their AUs, you do you, I don't care. As long as you don't come at me and respect how *my AUs* work and how my headcanons are, we gucci, aight?

GOOD. Glad we talked, peace. ✌️✨

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I remember getting bullied a lot when I was in the fifth grade or somewhere close to that and it was always kinda mediocre. Like, your insults are mediocre, your mother would be so ashamed to know that you settled for calling me a fat bitch when you could have been so much more creative. Step. Up. Your. Game.

If there are any school bullies reading this who bully people solely for the purpose of bothering them say something that they're going to think about for the rest of their lives. Personally my favorite is, because I am an ambiguous male, I like to tell people I'm going to fuck their dad and give him a child he loves.

Here's the kicker folks. Because they can't tell if I am a boy or a girl I can be referencing two things: Becoming their stepmother or getting their dad pregnant! Both are mortifying and confusing! If someone threatened to get my dad pregnant I think I would cry! THREATEN TO IMPREGNATE RANDOM CHILDREN'S FATHERS PEOPLE.

I want to make artist trading cards. Not those little cards you buy, draw originals on, and then take to places and hope to trade with other artists. I mean like artist trading cards.

Packs of cards with series differing by year or theme. Numbered cards where some numbers are rarer than others. Foils that add something ethereal to the image. Small descriptions that explain the artist's thoughts or feelings, and maybe multiple versions of one card with different descriptions. Ultra rare cards that are hand signed and slipped into the occasional card pack. I want a binder full of artist trading cards.

Yeah, it’s really sad that toh is over, but instead I like to think about how the fantastic finale has finalized it’s legacy as a pioneer of cartoons.

This show meant so much to so many people! It did everything SO WELL. It has been there for so many queer and nd kids and now that it’s over it will be remembered by so many as a fucking revolution of a show and will pave the way for so many people to make so much beautiful art.

Now that it’s over it has found its permanent place in the museum of culture as an absolute paragon of animation and representation. Someday we’ll be able to look back and say that so many of the franchises of the future have been inspired by it.

Luz was right, it’s over, but it’s also just the beginning

Thinking about religion, and God, and how his name tastes like ash and calls up the sound of laughter and a feeling of being desperate and ignored and in so so so much pain feeling like I’ve done everything to deserve this.

Thinking about how people tell me that I’ll find faith again, well meaning in their hope that I’ll return to their God and all it does is constrict my throat.

I wanted to believe in God. I wanted to be the honorable follower, like Esther and Mark and the Johns. I wanted to be a good christian, the way my grandmother is.

God became a tool of pain my house, and in his association with my abusive step-father, morphed into an abusive father figure of his own.

I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t sacrifice enough. I wasn’t holy enough. I was too human. I prayed and pleaded and desperately tried to understand what part of me needed fixing to finally hear my cries be answered.

My faith wasn’t killed in one act. It wasn’t killed by a preacher calling hate. It wasn’t destroyed by the whispers of temptation and evil.

My faith was ruined by silence.

God, all healing, all forgiving, all to comfortable with ignoring a crying child

And for my final wish, I would like a mass extinction event to purge all of the misguided, irredeemable and prejudiced people unworthy of being human. I would rather rid this whole planet of human life, than deal with any form of hatred to minorities, or children bullying people through anonymous comments, people supporting known abusers, corrupt politicians inciting their hatred into their campaigns and inflicting it to the land upon which they govern.

I fucking hate the concept of sentience, let's have birds rule the planet.

maybe i'll keep my art over here for now i forgot how bigoted tiktok can be

they should invent joints that don't hurt