Ddba Is So. Fucking. Good. It Has Many Problems But This Episode Was Almost Perfect. Literally The Only

Translation:

Child's voice: what a beautiful sky. Cool, a shooting star

*missile threat siren start blaring*

Child: fuck, not a shooting star, not a shooting star

הופ! ילדות ישראלית. 🪁

I was sad because I finished watching daredevil: born again and read almost all the fanfiction (you do not understand. If a fic is good, and isn't frank/matt or another ship I dislike, I read it. If a fic is bad, I probably read half of it.) but then I remembered I can read the comics. I have so much daredevil to read. So much of this stupid man who makes bad decisions but is so complicated. Yes it is stupid that you aren't telling your girlfriend that you are daredevil after all the things that happened with Foggy and Karen, but I get why he does that. Incredible.

Is it weird to go to a concert and ship the two percussionists?

בתור אדם שקיבל חיסון לכלבת השנה:

מאוד קל להימנע מכלבת. ננשכתם על ידי חיית בר? ננשכתם על ידי עטלף? ננשכתם על ידי חתול או כלב באיזור שקרוב לטבע? לכו ללשכת הבריאות הקרובה לביתכם, ותתחסנו. אם עברו פחות משבועיים מאז הנשיכה, תהיו בסדר. אם ננשכתם על ידי חיה שאתם מכירים, או חיה שאתם יכולים למסור להסגר, חכו עשרה ימים. אם החיה מתה, תתחסנו. אם לא, לא צריך! חיסון לכלבת הוא מאוד יקר למדינה, אז עדיף לא להתחסן כשלא צריך, אבל אם יש חשד קטן שננשכתם על ידי חיה חולה, חייבים להתחסן. תחסנו את החיות שלכם! חשוב מאוד. האדם שמת מכלבת ננשך על ידי הכלב של עצמו.

בנוסף, דברים שלמדתי מהרופאה כשקיבלתי חיסון כלבת:

התעוררתם כשיש עטלף בחדר שלכם? תתחסנו לכלבת. אפילו אם אתם לא חושבים שהוא נשך אתכם או שרט אתכם, אבל ישנתם אז אתם לא יודעים בוודאות, חייבים להתחסן. עטלפים זה מסוכן מאוד.

אתם גרים בעיר? נשך אתכם חתול באמצע הרחוב הראשי ואתם לא קרובים לשום טבע? לא יחסנו אתכם. אין לכם כלבת. בישראל אין הרבה כלבת, ובערים אין כמעט בכלל. עדיין חשוב לחסן את החיות שלכם, אבל אתם לא תידבקו מכלבת באמצע בת ים.

מה לעשות אם חיה נשכה אתכם:

1. תשטפו את הפצע במים וסבון. מוזמנים לחטא באלכוהול. זה אולי יגן עליכם מכלבת, אבל אם לחיה יש כלבת פשוט תתחסנו. זה סתם יגן עליכם ממחלות וזיהומים אחרים בפה של החיה.

2. חיה מוכרת? למסור להסגר/אם זאת החיה שלכם להשגיח בבית. היא לא מתה תוך 10 ימים? ברכות! אין לכם כלבת

3. אי אפשר להשגיח על החיה? זאת חיית בר? החתול שנשך אתכם ברח ויש חמישה חתולים שחורים שנראים בדיוק אותו דבר ברחוב? תבדקו אם אתם גרים קרוב לטבע. ננשכתם באמצע רחוב יפו בירושלים? לכו הביתה. אין לכם כלבת. ננשכתם ליד הוואדי? לכו להתחסן.

והכי חשוב, ננשכתם על ידי חיית בר? תתחסנו!

לכלבת יש אחוז תמותה של 100%. יש מקרים בודדים של אנשים ששרדו כלבת, ועשרות אלפי מתים כל שנה. אם יש ספק, תתחסנו ותצילו חיים.

new fear unlocked x

My favorite thrift store is separated by color. So if I'm next to the yellow aisle I don't look, because I don't look good in yellow, but the red and blue aisles? I definitely look on both sides.

But usually thrift stores are separated by type of clothing? Like dresses, skirts, pants, shirts...

No nuance. If you don't go thrift shopping, just answer whatever you think you would do, whichever option feels more logical to you. If you are incapable of contemplating what you would do in hypothetical situations, please turn off your device and go sit on the floor. If you have some third, alternative foraging method, please share in the tags.

How the hell did I get caught up in an argument about Dick's skin tone again? 😭

DRAW HIM ANYWAY YOU WANT, AND LET ME DRAW HIM ANYWAY I WANT.

עד שאומת חזירי הבר החליטו לתקוף. רק רשות הטבע והגנים הייתה יכולה לעצור אותם, אבל כשהעולם היה זקוק לה יותר מאי פעם, היא נעלמה (אני בירושלים ועכשיו יש כאן המון חזירי בר ואף אחד לא עושה כלום)

חזירי בר בגליל, גמלים בנגב, דורבנים בירושלים וכלבי ים במישור החוף. ארבעת האלמנטים לארבעת האומות שחיות בהרמוניה.

Every time I see muse I think about my friend who did artwork with period blood. And my other friend worked with mixed media and cut herself on a shard of glass she was adding to a canvas, and then had drops of blood all over that part of the canvas. She ment to add fake blood anyways (and she did on top of it). And like dude you can steal women's menstrual cups and use that blood. Or like out of date donated blood. Or animal's blood. No need to kill people. Talk about an overkill

Are you telling me there are other types of can openers??? What? I only ever saw these:

They last forever or until they rust and you decide you don't want to contaminate your food with metal anymore. I have one that is extremely rusty and is at least 15 years old

"I don't need a shopping list; with effort, I will remember that I need this item"

Okay but will you be able to remember that you already bought it? Because apparently I can't.

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”