As much as I want to support ethical farming practices I will be buying the cheapest bag of frozen chicken thighs as much as the next frugal/poor person which is why animal welfare needs to be legislated, not left up to the invisible hand of the free market or some bullshit. Invisible hand of the free market finds itself around a lot of throats.
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Sarah is allergic to strawberries. As soon as she puts them in her mouth, her face swells up and she gets hives. It’s non-life-threatening but uncomfortable for her.
Sally is also allergic to strawberries, and has the same symptoms.
Sarah informs her friends she is allergic to strawberries so they can stop using them in shared food. Some of them even stop eating strawberries too (or, at least, stop eating them around her), so she is more comfortable. Sarah researches places she can eat out that will take care with her allergy, and chooses restaurants who agree they can accommodate her, or who do not use strawberries in any of their cooking.
Sally, on the other hand, goes into restaurants specifically advertising only strawberry desserts, orders a dessert, and makes a huge fuss when she gets sick. She takes to social media, the local newspapers, everywhere, to tell people how terrible this restaurant is for not specifically accommodating her personal allergy. She goes back frequently to insult and harass specific staff. Some staff have even quit because of her. Sally says it is her personal right to have her allergy accommodated in every single place she feels like eating! She posts pictures of herself all swollen and ill everywhere and blames the restaurant and the staff for her discomfort.
Be like Sarah, not like Sally.
Control your own consumption of content, don’t enter tags you don’t like, and don’t harass creators that make things you don’t like because you’ve decided you have to have the entire internet cater to your personal likes and comforts.
No, my little Furby brethren (RIP) are up there but not quite.
My most recent one is probably my favourite 🙂↔️
She’s been quietly moored in one of the coves on the leeward side of the island, and still needs a fair bit of work buuuuut… she was too pretty to say no to 🥹 name pending.
The quiet moments after a freshly post-rescue Whumpee falls asleep next to Caretaker. Caretaker looking at Whumpee’s slack expression, the steady rise and fall of their chest, the fact that they’re here and alive and trust Caretaker enough to sleep next to them, and finally feeling the dam of their emotions break
(Characters who say “we’re not that rich” while standing in a kitchen with two islands)
⊹ Rich characters are not all the same kind of rich. There’s old money, new money, fake-rich, influencer-rich, political-family rich, celebrity-child rich, “my dad owns half the town” rich, “my family has buildings named after them” rich, and “we are in debt but the house still has a gate” rich. The type matters. Old money is often quieter, colder, more coded. New money may be louder, shinier, more defensive. A trust fund kid and a child of a famous actor are both privileged, but the pressure around them is very different.
⊹ They don’t always know what things cost, and that can be funny or ugly. A rich character might casually suggest ordering food when everyone else is counting money. They might think a “cheap trip” means only one hotel room per person. They might say “just get a new one” about something another character saved months to buy. Don’t make them cartoon evil every time. Sometimes they’re not cruel, just completely untrained in normal consequences.
⊹ Privilege can look like confidence, but it can also look like cluelessness. Some rich kids walk into rooms like every door has already decided to open for them. They email professors casually. They talk to adults like equals. They negotiate without sweating. They assume problems can be solved because, historically, their problems have been solved. That doesn’t mean they’re brave. Sometimes it means they have never had to imagine the floor disappearing. NEVER!
⊹ A rich kid may have everything and still feel like their life was already assigned before they arrived. The right school, the right friends, the right internship, the right partner, the right public image. They may not be allowed to fail privately because every mistake becomes embarrassing for the family. Poor characters often fight for access. Rich characters often fight for selfhood. Different cage, but still a cage.
⋆˙⟡ Write the staff situation carefully. I mean IF there are housekeepers, drivers, nannies, assistants, guards, cooks, gardeners, tutors, PLEASE REMEMBER those people ARE NOT FURNITURE! They know everything. They see the family without performance. A rich child might be closer to the nanny than the parent. A driver might know every secret because rich people forget workers can hear. That dynamic can be warm, exploitative, complicated, loyal, resentful, or all of it at once.
⊹ A nepo baby may be talented and still protected. This is the annoying part, but it’s true. The character might actually be good at acting, music, business, politics, whatever. The point is not “they have no talent.” The point is they got more chances to prove it. More safety when they failed. Better teachers. Better rooms. Better introductions. A more interesting nepo baby knows they are good and still wonders how much of their success belongs to them.
⊹ They may be weirdly lonely. Money can buy privacy, but it can also create distance. People may want access, status, favors, invitations, jobs, proximity. A rich character might never know whether someone likes them or likes the life around them. Their birthday party is full, but somehow nobody knows they hate being alone after everyone leaves.
⊹ Their “normal” is not normal, and you can use that. Maybe they grew up with security cameras, charity galas, boarding school, ski trips, private doctors, family lawyers, summer houses, tutors, and adults who called them “sir” when they were twelve. They may be totally calm in luxury but panic in ordinary situations. They can handle a formal dinner with ambassadors but not a laundromat. That contrast is PURE GOLD!
⊹ Class guilt is not the same as class awareness!! A rich character can feel guilty and still benefit from everything. They can say “I hate rich people” while living off rich people money. They can donate, volunteer, dress down, date someone broke, reject the family business, and still not fully understand what it means to have no safety net. Mens: guilt can be sincere and useless at the same time.
⊹ Their friendships can be transactional without anyone saying it. Who gets invited to the lake house? Who gets introduced to the producer? Who gets their internship through whose father? Who disappears when the family loses money?
⊹ Give them specific habits, not just designer names. They know which fork to use. They pack like hotels will have everything. They don’t check prices on menus. They know how to speak to lawyers. They call adults by first names because they grew up around powerful people. They own luggage that looks more emotionally stable than most characters. Specific behavior sells the class background better than writing “Gucci” every five seconds.
⊹ Let them be funny without making them dumb (Please.) Rich characters can be unintentionally hilarious because their survival skills are so uneven. They might know five languages and not know how to unclog a sink. They might discuss inheritance law calmly but be defeated by public transport. They might say something insane like “we only had the small yacht that summer” and genuinely not hear it. Comedy works best when they are smart in one world and helpless in another.
⊹ Losing money should feel like identity collapse. If the family fortune disappears, it is not just “now they are poor.” It’s shame, secrecy, social exile, changed friendships, sold houses, unpaid staff, parents panicking, old friends pretending not to notice, and the character realizing how much of their personality was built on always having a backup plan.
⊹ The best arc is usually NOT “rich person learns poor people exist.”
Please no. Better arcs: they learn that guilt is not repair. They choose a life not assigned to them. They stop using money as emotional duct tape. They realize kindness without power-sharing is still comfortable for them. They lose the fantasy that being miserable makes their privilege disappear. They become less charming and more honest.
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You gotta read and watch some old books and films that aren’t 100% modern politically correct. I’m not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.
Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.
When we choose to avoid history because it's Problematic or Says Bad Things, we are choosing to divorce ourselves from understanding how we came from that time to this one, which makes it even more likely for the cycle to repeat, with no one but a few people with shelves of old books aware that it's happened before.
and this shit's important. Media from the past tells us how people from the past acted and thought and behaved.
Plus, a lot of these media pieces were socially acceptable and/or progressive for their time. For example, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, while it contains a lot of words and ideas that are offensive now, was very progressive for its time. The book is a statement piece for how a young man who's grown up in a racist environment, with no words to explain himself other than racist and bigoted ones, decides that the whole system is shit and he's not going to follow those rules any more. So not reading or engaging with it because it uses the n-word a lot really misses the point.
also like do you think your unproblematic fave of today is going to be that tomorrow? that social mores and what's reasonable or even progressive won't change?
So! This is a perfect case study in situations where you should be wary of misinformation.
Take a moment and ask yourself, a project like this requires a lot of time, money and dedication of resources, why would scientists dedicate that time to something that could just be done by a tree?
The answer is they wouldn't. So that means this claim requires further investigation!
This project is called LIQUID 3, and it's not meant for cities with wide open spaces, it's meant for cities like Belgrade in Serbia. These cities are densely populated and heavily polluted, to the point where pollution actually chokes out current trees and makes creating green spaces difficult.
Liquid 3 was a PhD scientists answer to these problems. The microalgae tank is intended for spaces where you either:
Don't have enough space to plant full trees, or
Don't have enough time to plant trees and wait for them to grow up.
The tank is extremely efficient when you consider the amount of space needed compared to the amount of CO2 turned into oxygen. The tank can operate throughout the winter. And most importantly, it can be quickly set up in areas that desperately need relief from air pollution NOW not in 10 years when trees are done growing. Children currently suffocating on polluted air can't wait for trees to grow, they need to be taken care of now, and Liquid 3 is one of the ways to take care of them. Depending on the species of microalgea used, a number have shown a pretty amazing capacity to pull heavy metals out of the air which is something trees can get choked up by.
The tanks aren't just tanks either! Liquid 3 have solar panels placed on top, they have lighting and mobile phone charging, and they work as public benches. The designers of it want to encourage green spaces where there's room, but where there isn't room or time, Liquid 3 can step in. Realistically, this isn't a replacement for trees. It's replacing boring metal city benches with new, cooler benches that also clean the air (and have at least some heating during the winter).
Not only that, but the microalgea that grows is native to Serbia and all that microalgea has a ton of great uses! It makes for great fertilizer, compost, wastewater treatment, cleaner biofuels and even for helping create new tanks for further air purification. They only require a quick algae divide once a month, and the produced algae can be carted off to where ever it's needed. This makes them effective solutions for areas that can't sustain complex installations.
So yeah, there's actually quite a lot of places that would like these. Lots of people currently breathing in terrible quality air would much rather have their boring city benches replaced with really fucking cool algae tanks that clean the air and can be used to help create + sustain future green spaces in cities. I dunno about you, but I'd take that over a dumb metal bench any day. Put these at every bus stop and I'd be delighted.
So, you're trying to replace trees? That's not right. Trees offer alot more. Yes, they are hard to put in urban areas, but that doesn't mean you should just give up on them. And nowadays, you can transport older trees to a new site. Look it up.
Plus, young trees are a promise for clean air. You just need patience. They improve the value of the area, too. Trees need to be in towns, too, in order to clean the air of pollution. Start now and improvement is already on the way.
I think you need to read the rest of the thread again :) they aren’t replacing trees! These fill the gap where trees wouldn’t work, nobody is putting them there instead of trees!
Ok so we shouldn’t try to add additional things to improve the environment at the same time?
Trees or nothing is not a solution to the fact thee are lots of places trees can’t go - if you read it here are places that are so polluted the trees can’t thrive - this starts fixing that.
Knee jerk shortsighted reactions are why projects that are actually trying to help fix things especially in places where people are living in sucky environments (and ‘just plant a tree’ isn’t an option) don’t get funding and we get nowhere. If it’s trees or nothing then those places get nothing.
Take a breath. Honestly give the-final-sif’s response another read and open yourself up to being delighted there are still people out there using their ingenuity to solve problems in new ways.
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The city moved softly around them. Rain had passed not long before dinner, leaving the pavement dark and glossy beneath the lamps. London looked kinder like this, blurred gold and silver, its sharpness hidden for the night.
“You were very handsome tonight,” Penelope hummed, .
Gordon looked down at her, delighted.
“Was I?”
“Fishing is unattractive.”
“I’m an aquanaut. Fishing is career-adjacent.”
She gave him a look, or at least, tried to; it was somewhat undermined by the fact her cheek was still pressed to his jacket.
“Do not be smug.”
“Too late.”
“Mmh.” Her free hand smoothed over his lapel, slow and appreciative. “Very handsome.”
Gordon’s grin softened helplessly. It was unfair, really. Penelope sober could undo him with one glance but Penelope warm and affectionate and entirely without her usual defences thanks to a bottle of Château Margaux was a direct attack.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said.
She sighed. “I am spectacular.”
“You are.”
And yet,” Penelope continued, with great solemnity, “it is kind of you to notice.”
“Any time, your ladyship.” He tucked her closer as they walked. “Anyone ever told you that you’re dangerous after red wine?”
“Darling, I am dangerous before red wine.”
“Fair point. More dangerous when wine drunk.”
Penelope let out a soft gasp, prodding at him with one perfectly manicured finger. “Gordon Tracy, how very dare you. A lady does not get drunk.”
It was difficult to keep the amusement out of the smirk he wore, the tease evident in it. She never missed a beat, even after several glasses of very good Bordeaux. “Alright, not drunk. Tipsy.”
“And just when I was about to say I liked you tonight,” Penelope huffed as she stepped around a puddle, causing Gordon to blink, then laugh, low and fond.
“You liked me tonight?”
“Very much., as it happens”
“Well, thank God for that, it might’ve been awkward otherwise. Any other nights or is this just a one off?”
“Occasionally.”
“High praise.”
“Do not become unbearable.”
“That ship sailed somewhere around ‘very handsome’.”
She hummed, conceding nothing, the sound soft against his sleeve. They walked a little farther beneath the wet glitter of the streetlights, the city folding itself around them, the world narrowing to the warmth of her beside him and the light pressure of her hand in his.
Then Penelope sighed, contented and unthinking.
“I like being loved by you.”
And that made Gordon stop.
Penelope took another half step before noticing, their joined hands pulled gently between them and she turned back, brows lifting in faint surprise.
“What?”
He stared at her, without a word.
The streetlight above them caught in the loosened strands of her hair, turning them pale gold. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and the cold, her eyes brighter than usual and entirely, ruinously honest and for a moment, he couldn’t find a single thing to say.
“Oh,” she said after a beat, reading him with unfair ease. “Was that one of the things I usually keep in my head?”
“Yeah,” Gordon managed. His voice had gone rougher than he meant it to. “I think so.”
Penelope looked down at their joined hands. “I see.”
“You see?”
“Yes.” She took a dignified breath, which would have been more convincing if she hadn’t then leaned very slightly into him. “The wine has betrayed me.”
“Right.”
“Darling, you are suddenly very quiet.”
“Pen, you can’t just say a thing like that and not expect a guy to take a minute.”
“What? That I like being loved by you?”
His throat tightened.
“Yeah. That.”
“Yes. Well, it is the truth.” She leaned into his hand with an honesty she would probably be furious about in the morning. “It feels… safe. Which is irritating, because I have spent a great deal of time being perfectly capable without you.”
Gordon smiled, though it came out a little uneven.
“You’re terrifyingly capable without me. Probably more so.”
“I know.”
“Spectacular, even.”
“That too.”
She looked pleased for half a second, before her expression softened into something quieter.
“But,” Gordon prompted gently, and Penelope looked at him for a long moment.
“But I do rather like not having to be,” she said, “all the time.”
And there it was; the soft underbelly of the thing. Not weakness, never that - after all, Penelope had never been fragile, not in the ways people mistook for softness, not in the ways that mattered.
This was trust.
Offered without ceremony on a rain-bright London pavement after too much wine, her fingers warm in his, her pride softened but not gone, and Gordon felt it land somewhere deep in his chest.
Carefully, because some things deserved reverence even when they arrived disguised as tipsy honesty, he lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
“Well… I’m glad. That you feel that way.”
Penelope watched him do it, her eyes softening, before she gave a soft sigh.
“That was all very dramatic.”
“Yeah?” he murmured. “Too much?”
“No.” She considered this with great seriousness. “Appropriate, I think.”
Excuse me whilst I finish making inchoherent noises at how perfect these two are and how well you write them together as a couple whilst still keeping them both just so them!
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[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz
Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat.
Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records.
My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now.
Called the county clerk.
Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty.
Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons?
Me: Yes, but he's a cat.
Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county?
Me: He's a legal cat.
Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption.
Me: He can't file anything. He has paws.
Clerk: You can file on his behalf.
Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat."
Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons."
Me: What's the medical reason?
Clerk: He's a cat.
Me: That's not a medical condition.
Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving.
Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later.
"Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement."
Took the letter to my vet.
Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty.
Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty?
Me: Excellent question. No good answer.
Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten.
Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve?
Vet: On what grounds?
Me: He's a cat.
Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings."
Me: Perfect.
Sent it in. Got another rejection.
"Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court."
My roommate thought this was hilarious.
Roommate: Felix is going to jail.
Me: This is serious.
Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens.
Decided that was actually the only option left.
Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters.
Checked in at the courthouse.
Clerk: Name?
Me: Felix Martinez.
Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix?
Me: Yes.
Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat.
Me: I've been saying that for six weeks.
Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption?
Me: I filed three. All rejected.
Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.
Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation?
Me: Twice.
Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this.
Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me.
Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote?
Me: You tell me.
Supervisor: This is a data error.
Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out.
They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience.
Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry.
Me: Appreciate it.
Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted?
Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats.
Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card.
For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was.
Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud.
Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent.
Roommate: That's what they all say.
Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now.
Fitting end to his legal career.
end id]
rewatched the entire PoTC trilogy on an international flight and I can't believe I forgot how funny it is.
Barbossa is the most exasperated character in any scene he's in, unless he's winning. then he's the smuggest son of a bitch on screen (he literally returns from the dead smugly eating an apple). but majority of the time, he's 'why am I the only adult here'. man rolls his eyes so much I half-expected him to turn straight to the camera.
when Will asks Elizabeth to marry him while they are fighting Davy Jones' crew, stuck in a maelstrom, and trapped in the final battle, the first word out of her mouth is "Barbossa!". she then continues by asking Barbossa to marry them, but for a split second Will's face goes like 'Barbossa? Barbossa?? I didn't even know he was on the map of this convoluted love quadrangle!'
when they're in Singapore and Sao Feng threatens the spy he found and Will, Elizabeth, and Barbossa all look at each other to confirm that none of them have snuck in a spy they forgot to tell the others about, before shrugging and telling Sao Feng to go ahead and kill him.
Barbossa's eyes just getting wide and wider the more weapons Elizabeth pulls out of her clothes. c'mon man, let a woman have her toys!
rewatching really gives you the full picture of how many people are scheming at any given time and how each person's schemes intersect with the others, even if they're nominally on the same side. everyone also gets So Upset when their scheme is foiled, accidentally or intentionally, by someone else's scheme, as though they themselves aren't scheming at that very moment.
Barbossa's iron balls. I'm sorry, this is the funniest dick joke in the trilogy that defines how many dick jokes Disney can stick in a movie before it stops being PG-13. Jack's reaction really says it all.
rereading this list I see it's quite heavily tilted in favor of Barbossa which I now realize is because I empathize with Barbossa way more than I did as a kid. I too am frustrated to be surrounded by idiots while I'm the only adult around. man just wants to eat his apple in peace goddammit. so he did a little mutiny and maybe some more murder and mayhem and also maybe unleashed a pagan god upon the world. the guy really likes his apples, is that a crime?!?
Barbossa in 'Curse of the Black Pearl' is an allegory for how the acquisitiveness of modern society is in no small part responsible for the pandemic of depression overwhelming us.
When we meet him in Curse, he has everything he ever wanted: wealth, command of his own ship, and immortality. And all it cost him was the things that make life worth living - the ability to savour the simple pleasures, food, touch, and the ability to relate to other people, symbolised by the apples.
How many of us sacrifice time with our families and friends to the workplace so we can afford that new car, latest phone, bigger house?
When Barbossa re-enters the story, recently raised from the dead, and eating his apple, it shows that he is fully engaging in life, liberated from his desire for worldly riches.
We need to stop and eat, savour, enjoy our apples.
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Every once in a while, I wish the friendship meter from the Sims was real so that way when people tell me "I used Chat-GPT" they can visually see just how much respect I just lost for them in that moment.