just bring nsfw back who even cares about putting their ads on this place cause if they want to they should know this is the gay sex and weed site and half the population is porn bots this is not your normal sane audience give us ads for hrt and penis pills idk
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The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Hamburger
Keshet eyed the juicy burger in Thancred's hands with longing. Stacked high with crisp lettuce and onions, succulent tomato, and sour pickles, the bun squished beneath his fingers, juices and condiments dripping from it to plop onto the plate below. The scent of the meat and the seasonings used on it made him salivate, ambrosia for his nose.
"If you want one so badly, why didn't you order one?" Thancred asked, licking mustard and drippings from his finger.
The look Keshet shot him was downright plaintive; Thancred had seen the man with broken bones and stitching up his own gaping wounds, but never had he seen him look so pained before. "I can't. Well, I could order one, but I can't eat it."
Thancred stared at him, uncomprehending. He sounded perfectly sincere, saying something so irrational. "What do you mean you can't eat it? Are you allergic?"
Keshet blinked at him. "What? No. I can't fit it between my horns."
Thancred started. That was not an issue he'd ever considered before. "Couldn't you, like, slide it under?" The look that earned him bordered on scathing. "Or cut it into bite-sized portions and eat it that way?"
Keshet shook his head, looking vaguely insulted by the suggestion. "It's not the same."
He was familiar with this quandary already, of course. He'd been dealing with it ever since puberty, when his horns grew into their final shape and curled inwards to block much of his jaw. Even on the Steppe, his plight was not ubiquitous; there were plenty of Au Ra whose horns did not impede on their faces quite so much. So he'd had a good many years to grow accustomed to watching as his comrades ate things he could only long to taste. Slices of melon, sweet breads, and dzo meat pies were all just out of reach unless he bastardized their proper forms. And it only got worse when he landed in Eorzea, home of sandwiches and pizza and, of course, hamburgers.
Thancred was watching him sympathetically when Keshet forced his attention away from his forbidden longings and back to his lunch companion. With a concerning suddenness, that gaze sharpened. "Hmm. I have an idea that just may help you."
And so it was that Keshet found himself blindfolded at a table in the Rising Stones, uncertainty etched into the lines of his face as Thancred finished whatever he was doing in the kitchen. The amount of banging and clattering going on did not instill confidence. Finally, he heard the distinctive sound of a plate laid on the table before him, followed by Thancred's chipper, "Alright, you can look."
Keshet tugged off the blindfold to see what appeared, at first glance, to be a sausage laid before him. He reached for it, eyes widening to discover that it was in fact a specially formed hamburger, the meat shaped to fit the narrow bun. The toppings had all been lovingly sliced so they conformed to their new confines, the red edge of tomato and crisp leaves of lettuce peeking out from under the bun. "You did all this for me?"
Thancred nodded, chest puffed out with pride. "Go on, try it."
Keshet took up the burger, and for the very first time in his life, was able to actually take a bite. The explosion of flavor was every bit as good as he'd dreamed, and all the more so for being able to eat it with his hands, as intended. His eyes felt positively misty when he swallowed and looked up to where his friend watched him excitedly. "This is amazing. Thank you."
Thancred affected an air of nonchalance, one shoulder lifting in a shrug, but he was grinning as he said, "Hey, what are friends for, if not to help you overcome your hardships and enjoy life to the fullest?"
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my prof just explained on the syllabus that he’s included more points in the class than we needed to pass, so we could skip up like?? 20 small assignments/quizzes/participation!! and still get a very high grade!!
the idea was that we could focus on assignments that played to our strengths - only do the participation stuff if we like to talk out loud - only do the quizzes/readings if we want to do the class remotely - only do online discussions if we like to talk and share opinions but struggle with anxiety in class ect.
and that’s cool enough but then he pulled up DnD character sheets with drawings he’d done of these hypothetical student player classes and how our various accessibility needs could be gamified to ‘max out’ different aspects of the class to get high grades and like!!!!!
hell yeah!!!! let’s treat accessibility in higher education not just as a necessity but as the fun, engaging, and creative aspect of learning that it is!!! I love this!!
EDIT: For proper credit or further questions about his system please find my professor on twitter @/kurtishanlon
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ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be
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guys i actually beg of you to not let palestine become an unpleasant flashback, a transient tumblr trend, a hasbeen subject that just faded away. as an arab—and specifically iraqi—girl, i know what it feels like to have family displaced all over the world as a result of western imperialism. i know what it feels like to not be able to step foot into your homeland because it’s no longer safe. as an american iraqi, raised in the us and insulated from my roots, it wasn’t until last summer that i was able to visit iraq for the first time, and even then my family was worried for my safety—in my own blood country. although nothing like what palestinians are experiencing right now, it might be the tiniest semblance of what it feels like to watch your country disintegrate in front of you.
and this is a universal arab experience. i volunteer weekly at a refugee center that serves middle eastern refugees, and every day i see the longing in their eyes when they speak of where they hail from. it’s safe to say that we will be getting a wave of palestinian refugees very soon: just another generation of arabs who can’t inhabit their own country.
arab culture is so rich, so profound, so beautiful. i am tired of being told by the world—through literal genocide—that it doesn’t mean anything. please never let this be forgotten. free palestine. free palestine. free palestine.
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