Have fun storming the castle!

Ez még viccesebb! :D

Őket nem a Tisza, a lipsik vagy a kormány bassza ki, itt nem arról van szó, hogy egy inverz “Mészáros megveszi az Indexet” manőver folyik épp.

Itt Orbán és a számlákat fizető oligarchák építik le az egész haszontalan ingyenélő temus göbbels klónokból álló seggfej hadsereget, mert szart sem értek és nincs értelme a piócákat etetni.

Tehát for the record, a fiúkat a saját gazdáik ejtik, akiket eddig tűzzel vassal védtek mindenáron. Erre bazdmeg azt delirálják, hogy a Tisza miatt van ez az egész.

Nem azért van.

Azért van mert ostoba, tehetségtelen, szervilis potyautasok, akikre már a saját gazdáiknak sincs szüksége.

So piracy is at worst not even a problem, and at best it's free advertisement.

Source: (the link to the actual study is in the article)

Not, like, fake compliments or randomly giving scrounged up compliments to everyone you pass in the street, but -- say you see someone with an article of clothing you really really like. Cool accessories or a great haircut or something. Tell them.

I told an old woman yesterday that I liked her blouse. It was this super pretty white-at-the-top-floral-at-the-bottom shirt which was really lovely. So i backtracked where I'd walked past her and I said "excuse me - i love your shirt." And this harried, stressed-looking 80-something year old brightened up immediately, and beamed, and then when she and I headed off in separate directions, she had a pep in her step.

This other time I told a woman that I liked her boots. She gave me a company name thats since become my favourite brand of shoes. I told someone else that her scarf was cute and she was like "do you like it? Here, you can have it," and she dropped her scarf in my hands and then got on her train and left. I once saw a woman who had clearly put effort into her outfit that day but was now looking harried and frazzled as she wrangled four children across the road, and I told her that her outfit was gorgeous and she lit up like a christmas tree. I told a gay man that I loved his whole look once and he turned into a smiling, blushing mess as his super delighted and proud boyfriend was like "yea, he DOES look gorgeous doesnt he?"

Please call your representatives: VOTE NO on the FEDERAL BOOK BANNING BILLS HR 2616, HR 8705, and HR 7661!

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Once you've got names, you can look up and save your Reps' phone numbers in your phone. I find this makes it easier when I'm wavering about feeling brave enough to place a call. Just pressing a button instead of going and looking up the phone number all over again makes it just a liiiiittle easier, and sometimes that makes the difference between calling and not calling!

It's kinda like how I feel so much kinship with both trans masc lesbians and butch trans women, who are like "yeah, I'm masculine, but not in the way men are, in the way queer women/lesbians are" because like. Yeah that's me but with femininity. The reason they aren't men despite being masc is the exact same reason I am a man despite being femme--I'm feminine in the way queer men are, not women. The existence of the reverse of me proves and validates my own existence.

And this is also why aroallo and alloace solidarity is one of the most beautiful experiences in the world. We both agree that it's stupid that sex and romance are tied together in society, and we both know how weird it is to exist while experiencing one but not the other in a society that expects both. It's just that which one we have and which one we don't is opposite.

Or hell, even why I find it so interesting and novel to watch my wife just like, exist, because I'm totally loveless and aplatonic and aromantic and she is so overflowing with love and attraction to so many people. It's like. Wow. Look at that. Look at how different from me a person is allowed to be. That's beautiful, and it makes me feel so much more secure in myself.

*prolonged silence* “oh my…”

“sir…sir how will we make first contact with them? surely we…we cannot refuse this handclasping ritual, they will take it as an insult, but what vulcan would agree to such a distasteful and uncomfortable ritual??”

Bonus: here’s a screencap of Solkar doing the “my body is ready” pose right before he shakes Zefram Cochrane’s hand:

That’s why he’s so slow in doing it, and so sensual. A part of Solkar can’t believe this is happening, despite it being a perfectly logical thing to expect from a human, and the rest of him can’t believe how good it is.

I bet that if the camera zoomed in any further we would see the dilation of Solkar’s pupils and a quickly-repressed shiver of delight. Cochrane’s firm, businesslike clasp is probably (in sexual terms) being perceived as a deliciously carnal display of dominance.

And obvioulsy my first thought was It's Rocky and Adrian!

So I got to work. First I made a Rocky charm for the big project I was cooking up:

(It is an interpretation, okay? I know you have to be very imaginative to get it. I wanted to mix both the book and the movie designs into one but I had the resources I had and this is what came out, but I love him anyway)

But then I indulged myself and made tiny rocky and tiny adrian to put on my shelf and guys... They are just so freaking cute!

are we the baddies: SFF subgenre focused on agents of an imperial power realizing that and grappling with what to do next, in contrast to stories focusing on the scrappy rebels resisting said imperial power

I could fix him (the empire): SFF subgenre where the colonized subject being nice and/or sexy enough Ends Colonialism, frequently tied to the John President of Racism problem

librarian bait: books centered on the transformative life-changing power of books and libraries, cousin to books focused on the transformative life-changing power of storytelling and narrative in general

college brochure fiction: stories where the protagonist has an artfully arranged group of diverse friends who are as flat as paper and whose cultural backgrounds never come up meaningfully

It hails from an immortal tumblr post by penultimate-step, except not immortal apparently because I get 'not found' when I try to go back to the original. So here's the text: