The best milk commercial ever
wait, THATâS where that gif is from???
And that gif!
It is indeed one of the best commercials ever. đ
Also narrated by the very distinctive voice of Tim Curry, which earns it extra points.
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The best milk commercial ever
wait, THATâS where that gif is from???
And that gif!
It is indeed one of the best commercials ever. đ
Also narrated by the very distinctive voice of Tim Curry, which earns it extra points.

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Hot take, but cis people have gender identities. They aren't the gender they identify as because of their genitalia or what their birth certificate says. They're only cis because they identify with a gender and it happens to match their government documentation. Cis men aren't men because they're "obviously" men for having a penis. They're men because they identify as men. It's the self-identification that dictates this, not any other factor, even for cis folks. And we should be framing it this way. A cis man identifies as a man and a cis woman identifies as a woman. There is no automatic or inherent gender.
You are not "born a boy/girl." Infants don't have a gender. You acquire gender when you identify as it. No such thing as "biologically a man/woman."
"I don't identify as anything, I'm a man."
It sure sounds like you identify as a man, bud.
Giving a brownie to cis folks who rb this.
Gonna admit the "this isn't a hot take it's obvious" comments from a dozen or so people are grating on my nerves, so I'm gonna address that.
Just say you've never had an actual conversation with a cis person outside of a very leftist circle lol. Obvious to you. To you, fellow trans person. I wish I got paid every time I had to hear a cis person say they don't have a gender identity or don't "identify" as anything they just "are" a man or a woman.
Sometimes you have to stop and ask yourselves what group of people a post is mainly directed at.
One thing I truly love about Mabel is that she is completely genuine and sincere weird little girl representation. She has a morbid sense of humour. She grew up with a horrifying plush bear called Bear-O and literally everybody hated him. Her prized possession is a pig whom she won at a carnival, claiming to be a witch while doing so. Her initial design for a wax figure was a fairy princess horse fairy princess. She punched a unicorn. She draws portraits of her friends on cats and sells them for a profit. Her dream boyfriend is a Bill and Ted clone who has a masters in law. She's scared of stop motion. Her uncle didn't like colours so she hatched a plan with her friends to blind him. When her uncle offered her a free gift from his shop, she took a grappling hook without even considering any other option. One time she said the sentence "it's covered in my blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids." No one is doing it like her
Fred Hampton Jr visiting his father on Fatherâs DayâŚhis grave is annually shot by local police
.Some context for this:
-Fred Hampton was a black activist from Chicago â an extraordinary speaker, youth organizer for the NAACP.Â
-He joined the Black Panthers and shone so brightly that he was made chair of the Chicago chapter when he was only 20.
-He founded the Rainbow Coalition, which brought together Black and Latino activists and radical anti-poverty Catholics. He forged an alliance among major Chicago street gangs to help them make peace and work for social change.
-In 1967, when he was just 19, Hampton was identified by the FBI as a âradical threat.â The FBI tried to subvert his activities in Chicago, sowing disinformation to get the groups heâd drawn together to distrust each other, and getting an FBI plant next to him as a bodyguard. Â
-(This is part of an illegal FBI program called COINTELPRO, which aimed to paint black civil rights activists (among others) as violent and threatening. If youâve only seen pictures of the Black Panthers as armed and dangerous revolutionaries, and never heard of their childrenâs breakfast program, their community health clinics, or their âcopwatchâ patrols, this is why.  Itâs because COINTELPRO was a highly successful work of political propaganda.) Â
-On December 3, 1969, Hampton taught a political education course at a local church, and then several Panthers gathered at his apartment for a late dinner. One of them was the FBI plant bodyguard, who drugged Hampton. Â
-At 4:45 AM on December 4, a squad of Chicago Police officers and FBI agents with a warrant to search for weapons stormed the apartment. Investigations later showed they fired between 90 and 99 times. The Panther on security detail, Mark Clark, was holding a shotgun. He was shot, and the gun went off into the ceiling. This was the only shot fired by the Panthers.Â
-Fred Hampton, in another room, didnât awaken. He was shot in his bed. Twice, in the head, at point-blank range. He was 21. Â
-Four weeks after witnessing Hamptonâs death, his finance Deborah Johnson gave birth to their son, Fred Hampton Jr. Thatâs him in the photograph, visiting the grave of a father who died before he was born. A resting place riddled with bullets. Â
I deeply appreciate that roughly 70% of SecUnit's strategy in any given situation seems to be "find a bot that seems nice and ask for help"

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Yet more of my favorite duo đ different style, far too much perspective lol. Considering getting prints made of this one....
God do I love how Ame and Suviâs conflict is representative of the wider conflict between Witches and Wizards. (Long ass post incoming)
First lets look at the conflict in Chapter 2 about trusting Slyâs predictions of the conclave compared to other Citadel diviners. Witches are about community and connection. Ame trusted Sly because he had a connection to Wren, no other diviners in the Citadel had Wrenâs trust that we know of just Sly. Wizards on the other hand put their faith in institutions and hierarchies. If Slyâs predictions are contradicted by those of several other diviners with more influence in the system, then his predictions should be discarded. (Also keep in mind that Sly was relegated to obscurity because his predictions were largely about things that didnât line up with the Citadelâs priorities)
So we get tension at the end of Chapter 2 because Ame (through Wren) has a connection to and trusts more in Sly as an individual than the Citadelâs diviners as an institution. Suvi on the other hand hears Steel say that a group of diviners might have contrary evidence to what Sly predicted and instinctively puts her trust in the institution over the individual.
As a result Suvi and Steel dismiss Ameâs concerns about Slyâs predictions until Ame gets so worked up about the issue that she takes drastic action to return to Toma and prepare. Of course Suvi is right to be upset with the manor in which Ame leaves, itâs incredibly reckless and could have lead to several civilians (and Eursalon!!) getting injured or killed. However she fails to see her and Steelâs roles in pushing Ame into immediate action. Steel never took Ame seriously, and Suvi largely agreed with her.
And now we get to Episode 25 and Suviâs scathing tirade against Ame.
A big theme of this arc seems to be how both Witches and Wizards look down on one another. Steel has her line about Witches seeing Wizards as âdevious, paranoid, and buffoonish,â while Suvi blows up on Ame for âthat smart ass tone about Wizards.â
And you know what theyâre right. Witches do look down on Wizards.
I find myself wondering how Ame, Witch of the Worldâs Heart and the steward of humanity, could NOT look down on Wizards. The Wizards of the Citadel may be the brightest minds humanity has to offer, but they use those gifts to fuel a seemingly endless war with Ruve and Gouthmai (a war that threatens the lives and homes of Eursalonâs family). The Citadel seems to glorify violence (remember in Chapter 1 when Suvi proudly displayed that she spilled blood on behalf of the Citadel?). We also know from Kalaya that over time the Citadel went from what was essentially a huge university, to a homogeneous and militarized society.
Thats without even mentioning how Steel herself proves the Witches assessment of Wizards correct! Steel concocts a plan for Suvi that is devious in its intentions, paranoid in its secrecy, and buffoonish in how it could undermind the meeting of the Coven and cost both Ame and Suvi their lives if discovered. While Suvi is lecturing Ame on judging Wizards she has unknowingly agreed to a plan that proves all of her assumptions correct.
Suvi is probably my favorite character in this campaign. Aabria absolutely BRINGS IT every session. Iâve no doubt that many of the things listed in this post crossed her mind and were intentional. After all, the Citadel is a defining part of Suviâs identity.
Wizards exist in a world that does not take them seriously. Weâre 25 episodes in and spirits and witches alike have constantly referred to Wizards in pejorative terms. Itâs not hard to see how someone like Suvi, born in the thick of the world of Wizards would cling to the Citadel as the lone institution of the world that advocates for Wizards. Because Suvi is a wizard she is preemptively judged by nearly every witch and spirit in the story. So of course sheâll judge them too.
After all, wouldnât you?
Straight British Kristen Applebees is my new favorite character. I am in love with her. Unfortunately for me, she is straight.
i couldn't rest until i made something this is driving me insane. so what if i dismissed your success as because of your hardships instead of in spite of them
fabian saying this about kristen is so earnest and based in a place of such true deep friendship and understanding, and in a way I feel like it applies to ally as a player as well - which kinda makes sense if you think about how kristen was their first PC and in the way of first PCs probably manifests a lot of aspects of themself. so if you think about it, this is also lou saying this about ally and that just makes me wanna cry THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH
(also ally making those insane faces as lou says all this really heartfelt stuff is just... exactly this lmao)

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Your sister who you love so much (even though youâve never shown it) asks you to be her sister again, her true sister, in deed not just in name. And yes, of course thatâs what you want. Thatâs what youâve always wanted and now that sheâs shattered your defenses and destroyed the ones who would pit you against each other and died right before your eyes, how could you refuse? How could your answer be anything but yes?
So you go home with her, not the ruins of your perfectly posh prison, but a new home which provides love and care and bunk beds and itâs so so nice. Ridiculously nice. Sickeningly nice. And a small, sick part of you almost misses your old home (if you can even call it a home) because yes, it was cruel and awful and you hated every second of it but you knew where you fit. You knew what your role was. You donât fit in here. Everyone accepts you because theyâre all so nice, but they donât know how to volley back your sharp words or find a hidden, âI love youâ within an offhanded insult.Â
And then your sister leaves to save the world again because thatâs who she is. Sheâs the kind of person who goes out to save the world with her friends when sheâs needed and youâre not. Youâre not, not, not. Not on any count. You donât save things, you destroy them. And friends? You have to allow yourself to be vulnerable for friends so of course thatâs out. Your sister is 16 and sheâs out saving the world for the third time and you, fully grown at 18, are a wanted criminal who hasnât even properly graduated from high school. You canât stop thinking about it and, without your sister and her friends occupying the house as a buffer, the ones who are left try to get you to talk about it so you make a rash decision, as you are wont to do. You leave, like a thief in the night. You can make your own way. You can. Youâll prove it.
You find a shitty apartment and pay for it with the ill-gotten spoils from one of your many exploits. You could probably pawn some treasure for more luxurious accommodationsâthere is that chest of rubies just lying aroundâbut you donât. Thatâs not what you deserve. And what if your sister needs help later? You donât have access to your parental funds anymore which means she doesnât either. You know she wonât ask anyone for helpâyou wouldnât. But someone has to look after her. Youâre an abjuration wizard. You protect people. You protect her. No, thatâs a lie. But you want to make it not a lie. You want to start now.
If youâre saving the rubies then you need a source of income. You narrow down your least villainous talents to try and find a suitable job and hit on teacher. Youâre good at magic, right? So how hard can teaching it be? Hopefully not as hard as securing the job, which proves trickier than expected because, oh right, youâre a wanted criminal who hasnât graduated high school. But you dip into your villainous talents once more and tell yourself itâs for a good cause. You secure the job. Youâre doing it. Youâre making your own way.Â
You want to text your sister to see if sheâs doing alright but you donât want to intrude and you donât want to answer any questions about what youâve been doing because then either youâll have to lie or explain that youâve left again, right after you promised youâd be there. Both options make your heart ache, especially since itâs her birthday. So you wait until the house is empty (mostly emptyâyouâre never really alone in a haunted house) and enter the room you and your sister shared for too brief a time. You paint her walls with carefully rendered runes, filled with all your abjuration magic and stamped with your arcane mark. Itâs a possessive bit of spellcraft. A selfish claiming of a climactic kill. You mean to make a different kind of claim. You are claiming your sister, as she asked you to months ago. You are telling the world that she will not be fucked with while you live. Your rooms were so close before. You could hear her. You knew every night she went to bed in the grips of a panic attack with no one to console her. She wonât have to feel unsafe in her own room again. You can make sure of that at least.Â
The sun rises one morning and you know that means your sister is alive and well and coming home. You teleport to Falinel to make sure she returns to her favorite dessert. Itâs worth the spell slot and the chance of being recognized. The tower where they kept you is long destroyed and you know that this time, if you were ever captured or even killed, rescue wouldnât be measured in a matter of months. It would be days. Hours even if your clever sister and her powerful divination magic put things together faster. The thought fills you with more emotion than you know what to do with. You leave a note. âI love you,â you think. âEnjoy the nemesis ward,â you write.Â
Practicing magic, as it turns out, is a very different skill than teaching magic. The children are loud and obnoxious and you donât quite realize that maybe your expectations are too high between the hothouse you grew up in and your sister being the worldâs greatest diviner, fullstop. You know you can always go back to the manor, but that somehow makes it easier to stick it out. Youâve always been taught that pressure provides the best results but thereâs something about the security of a safety net that makes everything a bit more bearable. And so what if you have to take a second job involving a light criminal element. Youâre only smugglingâthatâs barely even a real crime.
Your sister who has saved the world thrice now, texts you and she wants help. She is looking to you for help. And you do your best to oblige. You offer your knowledge, you offer your rubies, you invite her over again and again. She sends you a text and deletes it. Youâre not the diviner in the family but you drain your spell slots scrying for information you already know. Information that you'll hear from her own lips in just a few hours. âI love you.â
She finally visits and youâre not unaware of the state of your apartment. You know youâve been too exhausted for an Unseen Servant or even a round of Prestidigitations but you know that your sister has seen your mind and thereâs nothing messier about you than that. She teases you and you tease her back. Sheâs the only one who understands how to deliver a complement with a backhand so you can receive it without your skin crawling. The only one who knows how much tartness you need with your sweetness.Â
Later, she visits again. She sits in your filthy apartment and you watch trash TV and itâs the highlight of your week. Your month even. That should feel pathetic but, somehow it doesnât. You want to tell her. She deserves to hear it from time to time without having to filter out the layers of prickliness that you add as second nature, a layer of armor as ever present as your abjurerâs ward. You may not be able to handle naked sentiment but she can. Youâve seen her with her friends. How affectionate they are. Youâve always been taught that loose lips sink ships but you have experience with ship sinking and this prospect fills you with much less dread. You tell her and itâs awkward and fumbling but you manage. Maybe loving people isnât so different from loving cats.
You have a new job which is perfect because the school year is almost over and, blackmail or no, you arenât sure how many times youâll be able to get away with casting Sleep on your class to give yourself a break. Honestly, you should have applied for jobs in Leviathan from the start. Why would pirates care about your sketchy history and lack of credentials? You could teleport yourself to Leviathan every day but that would be a waste of a spell slot when the door to Leviathan is right there in the manor (and if your sister happens to be there too then hey, happy coincidence). While youâre there, you might as well do your laundry. And stay for dinner from time to time. And spend time with your sister in your her room where your runes stand sentinel and your old bunk lays untouched. You donât think youâre staring but later, as you go to grab a snack from the kitchen your sister throws you a casual, over the shoulder glance.Â
âYou can just move back in, if you want.â
And would it really be that easy? Just like that? After a year of trying to make a point or a plan or a better version of yourself or whatever? Just like that?Â
You remember a year ago. You and your sister and words that will be burned into your mind forever.Â
âDespite the fact that you have not earned it, I do love you.â
Just like that.Â
You say yes. You stay.Â
here is a concept: time travel cop, fish & wildlife division
most of their job is dealing with the kinds of assholes who think black market tiger cubs are a great idea right up until someone gets mauled, except these are even bigger assholes with black market Smilodon cubs that they are even less equipped to care for
this is the most straightforward and therefore relatively headache-free part of their job, because itâs the same âput that thing back where it came from or so help meâ song and dance every time
itâs also significantly less depressing than the trophy hunters who donât even want an alive extinct animal. those are extra annoying because you have to undo the time travel that let them kill that poor Megatherium or thylacine or anklyosaur or whatever, and itâs always so much extra paperwork.
and those people suck, definitely, and have fully earned a stint in Time Jail. no question. but they still do not create anywhere near as much work as the obsessive hobbyists with their exhaustively careful best practices and worryingly good track-covering. also, weirdly, itâs almost always birds with them?
like. the guys who will flagrantly abuse Time Law to bird-nap breeding pairs just long enough to raise one clutch of eggs apiece, and return them seamlessly to their spots on the timeline. who are so determined to keep their pet (ha) projects going that no one even realizes what theyâre doing until they have an entire stable breeding population of passenger pigeons up and running. who are now the reason that reps from six different zoos are about to start throwing hands right in front of you over who gets dibs.
those guys cause the most paperwork. and half the time theyâre snapped up by the same zoo or wildlife preserve that gets their colony of ivory-billed woodpeckers or Carolina parakeets or â once, very memorably â giant fucking South Island moa, and they never even spend a day in Time Jail.
Ooh! There have been a few "surprise, not extinct!" events recently, again weirdly almost always birds, though occasionally fish. What if they really did go extinct, but someone from 2459 went back to 1900, built up a minimum breeding population in 2459, and then released them into the wild in 2000, 2005, 2010, and 2015? Releasing new groups every five years in our century would avoid a sudden suspicious population surge and no one would think to look for the culprit in their own century because Jerdonâs Babbler (real-world example, rediscovered in 2014) has always been there/then.
You could build a novel around the relationship between the time cop and the rogue bird lover. The time cop caught the bird lover over the passenger pigeons. They went to time jail for 10 years outside the timeline, and then were hired to manage the passenger pigeons by an accredited zoo's. The time cop suspects they're still up to something, but other than the passenger pigeons, all they appear to be doing is raising research colonies of perfectly ordinary birds. Except all the species they're working with were believed to be extinct at one point....
One thing real world zoos do now is...well...something like elven changelings if you think about it. They time the mating of a captive breeding pair to that of an isolated wild breeding pair in places where inbreeding is a serious risk. Then they swap a captive-born offspring for a wild-born--each breeding pair unknowingly raising a foster. Both zoos and the wild population get improved genetic diversity, without the risk inherent in "rewilding" a zoo-born adult. Doing that with birds and time travel would be even easier--grab an egg, take it to the future, raise and breed it, take an egg back to the original nest. The original parents raise their grandchild, not their child.
The hardest part for me would be explaining why the time cop thought this was wrong!
oh I love all of this. i think the time cop would eventually just be like âPLEASE get a license from an accredited zoo already so i can stop having to deal with youâ but the accredited zoos arenât on board with the ârelease into the wild 200 years agoâ part of the scheme
and also our rogue bird enthusiast has a white whale and that white whale is Haastâs eagle
A secondary character could be the person responsible for saving cheetahs from extinction twice, 100,000 years ago and again 12,000 years ago. Alternately the idiot who caused the two near extinctions.
Or no, the cheetahs were an early legal attempt at extinction reversal that spurred the creation of the laws our rogue bird enthusiast is flouting. Cheetahs were hunted to near extinction by time travelers 100,000 years ago. The reestablished breeding population was so low that it led to the second near extinction 12,000 years ago--and the species's whole precarious existence since. Both hunting safaris and extinction reversal were banned at the same time.
Cheetahs are so inbred that any two unrelated cheetahs have a better chance of matching for a skin graft than two human siblings do. As the saying goes, cheetahs never win.
oh man. so the version of this thatâs rapidly coalescing in my head is very Parks & Rec/B99 in tone and style, which is why the department has to have a cartoon mascot that everyone is deeply embarrassed by. I was going to have it be a dodo (âdonât be a dodo, kids! leave the integrity of the timestream intact!â) but now I think it has to be a cheetah
additional worldbuilding:
a good chunk of their job is just accompanying legit researchers on authorized expeditions, which is boring as hell and mostly involves saying âno donât touch thatâ every two minutes.
sometimes the authorized expedition is to a place thatâs gonna get obliterated by a volcano in 48 hours, and there is at least one member of the department who thinks he should be allowed to bring a dune buggy/parasail/dirt bike/future extreme sport item of choice when this happens. he is not, and he is mad about it.
there is a tropical fish enthusiast working in the department. her home aquarium setup has completely flawless paperwork for every species, and anyone who says any of them were ever extinct is a filthy liar.
one of the sergeants is a Neanderthal. his name is Dave. technically he doesnât need a job because he could live off the massive lawsuit settlement he won for being abducted from the Upper Paleolithic as a toddler by a well-meaning bioarchaeologist, but he likes to keep busy. heâs not complaining about having indoor plumbing and vaccines and all, but jeez, people, there are limits, yâknow? he has a minnesota accent and this is never acknowledged or explained.
the season 1 finale revolves around a tank of extremely poisonous dart frogs that may or may not have gotten loose in the office. or the tank is empty because their removal from the timestream was successfully prevented. itâs definitely one of those.
But officer, that's my emotional support southern gay serial killer nightmare with teeth for eyes.
Okay someone asked me earlier "Hey CT, you study the occult for a living, off the top of your head, what's the most popular form of the occult in today's world?"
Pseudo-nutrition. Bar none. A massive amount of the fad dieting world goes beyond simple misinformation and ignorance and full on into a systemized non-scientific theory of anatomy and nutrition that 100% qualifies as magic. If you replace the term "toxins" with "evil ghosts" half of these blogs would sound like sumerian curse tablets.
Literally heard a convo at the library where a guy was telling a girl that heâs an omega and the girl telling him that sheâs a beta, and my mind just did not automatically connect the context to fraternity pledge classes at all and I just whispered to myself âwhat the fuck?? What the fuck??â
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This is the best one of these by far
Can we just