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SO NICE

And so cute and wholesome

And yet I have never once seen them portrayed sympathetically. They're even one of the few Cthulhu Mythos beings canonly capable of taking on a completely human appearance, if their alien features were an issue. They're even intimated to be the ancestors of all life on Earth.

Also, they canonly fought Cthulhu himself, and all his children.

“Well hello there, Chere.” In second year, we did a narrative unit where we had to have a go at someone else’s story. We had limited choices, but i chose A midsummer night’s dream. I had this lovely idea of a New Orleans version, with Baron Samedi and Mama Brigitte as oberon and titania, a jumped up greaser poltergeist as Puck and relevant sacrificial animals as fairies.     Hence the chicken. I did so much research on this, i learned so much about voodooism. So awesome and such a serious practise. These two gods seemed perfect to act as fairy royalty.   Again an old piece, maybe two years old? But the ink is still good, I think. Enjoy

In brief, the “popcorn” button was initially introduced by fancy high-end microwaves that used an integrated humidity sensor to tell when your popcorn was done; microwaveable popcorn vents steam as it cooks, so by monitoring the amount of steam in the cooking chamber, you can get pretty close to perfectly popped popcorn every time (though it’s generally only pretty close, since different brands of microwaveable popcorn have different moisture content).

As the feature became popular, manufacturers of cheap microwaves started adding a button labelled “popcorn” as well, in order to imply that they offer this feature. These “popcorn” buttons simply run the microwave for a fixed amount of time that the manufacturer figures is close enough to the printed cooking time of most commercial brands.

In practice, of course, the fixed-time “popcorn” button usually just sets your popcorn on fire. To make matters worse, owing to America’s permissive advertising laws, microwave manufacturers are allowed to make all sorts of misleading-but-technically-true statements in their packaging and instruction manuals, rendering it nearly impossible to tell whether a given model of microwave has a real humidity-sensing “popcorn” button or a fake fixed-time “popcorn” button before buying it.

In summary: the “popcorn” button that your microwave popcorn instructs you not to use exists because American microwave manufacturers are using a misleadingly labelled button in order to imply that their product has a feature that it does not in fact have, in a way that can potentially trick people into burning their houses down, for advertising purposes. This is perfectly legal.

By some miracle, the doctor explains, they escaped with only minor injuries. Some burns, a few scratches and “several small wounds. We’re not sure what caused them.”

“Wounds?”

“Small holes in your ear lobes. Possibly they were old wounds and unrelated to the accident, but either way, our doctors were able to heal them for you. There’s not even any scarring.”

“Er, not exactly.  It can be redone. though it’s not gonna be fun.  But my people do that to ourselves on purpose.  It’s self-ornamental…  I don’t know the word.  We decorate ourselves with small stones and bits of shaped metal or plastic.”

“Oh!!  I’m sorry, that’s a fairly rare behavior among sapients.  Why, if I may ask?”

“uh.  It…  Looks cool?  I guess?”

This woman is the personification of the "Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss" meme. Manic Pixie Dream Centrist ass.

My professor was describing how everyone from her generation had the same nightmare of a nuke going off. In they dream they all saw the same mushroom cloud and everything. She said that she didn’t think my generation had a dream like that; one that everyone shared and had

For a while none of us could disagree with her. Until this popped up. I raised my hand and mentioned that everyone I knew had an active shooter dream at one point or another. And Every. Single. Person. Nodded. All of us had that dream. All of us.

One time in high school there was a gun fired at a house like half a block away and the guy fled with the gun so we had to shut down. I was in sculpture class at the time. We had these cool art rooms with big factory style windows to let in a lot of light. But they were old and the door to the outside had a broken lock.

We knew it was unlikely the person would come to the school. But it was a real enough possibility. My teacher (my favorite teacher) was a former naval officer and stood by the door with a broken lock and told us he would take them down if anyone came for us. I’m sure every person in that room knew that he would and that we might have to watch him die if it came to that. And that’s a super fucked up thing to have put on you when you’re a teen with a still developing brain.

This is now a multiple generational trauma. I just want people to realize how fucked up that is. This has been going on SO long, with NO gun reform that people in their 30s and younger ALL have this.

Not to mention having a parent who works in a school and a small part of your brain wondering every day if this is the day your parent doesn’t come home.

It's supposed to be one of those fancy, post-modern buildings that has classrooms along the edges and wide open study areas. Ostensibly it was made for the business majors, but for a time multiple types of classes were taught there so other buildings could renovate... and I fucking. HATED taking classes in this building, because it's like they purposefully designed it to be a goddamn shooting gallery.

The building had five floors: the first two make up the "common area" and are separated by multiple smaller levels of stairs and study nooks, while above three catwalks span above this exact area. The main entrances are at the opposite ends of the two lower floors, so to escape the area from the study books you have to decide if you want to run uphill or down, with uneven staggered steppes and your assailant right above you.

And it gets worse: the classroom walls are made of glass. All of them. The only major exception is the bathrooms and well... we've discussed why that is an ineffective hiding place. And it's nice to know that the engineers had the forethought to make this glass earthquake proof, but... a bullet is not like an earthquake. And even if the glass walls stopped the bullets, they would tell the shooter exactly how many targets the next room contained. And of course, each room only had one entrance/exit.