there’s a chinese exchange student in my composition class and we were being presented something about how you can use brackets to signify translation and there was chinese text on the screen and the prof said to him “what does that say?” and he deadpanned “i can’t speak chinese” and everyone sat there in dumbfounded silence and then the presenter clicked to show that the text literally said “i can’t speak chinese” with the most shit-eating grin on his face
Saying "voting doesn't matter" might reach your younger peers online but it certainly hasn't reached Clangus Hargbarg who was part of the kkk in 1951 and still sends in his ballot. He hasn't missed a one.
Concept: a video game set in a mist-shrouded small town next to a poorly maintained highway in the middle of a deep, dark forest, abandoned mine just down the road, the whole nine yards, with a robust creature creator that lets you develop your own bespoke cryptid… and that’s it. It’s basically a cryptid walking simulator – there are no specific goals. You can terrorise the townsfolk a bit if you want, but mostly you just lurk. There’s a social mode where you can set up a server and invite a bunch of your friends to your town to be cryptids and lurk together.
what comphet is: a serious issue lesbians face when society makes them feel as though they have to/are obligated to/supposed to be with men.
what comphet isn’t: an excuse to erase bisexual characters and representation in media because you don’t like that a character is bisexual and not lesbian
i watched Child’s Play yesterday
You don’t need to waste your time investigating whether they are a bot or a psy-op or a misinformed rube. It doesn’t matter. Either way, they add no value to your dashboard. Block and move on.
Then make a plan for Tuesday, November 5, 2024. Register, confirm you’re still registered, check your voting location or register to vote absentee or by mail.
Tada! Dye-painted wool felt cape, part of my emperor moth comission.
Hypothetical dark academia novel in which instead of the crazed obsession being death, it is birth. Imagine a group of teenage girls drunk on the power they have to create life. They consider themselves gods. They drink wine, have bacchanals, and eat fruit in mossy caves on Sunday mornings. They gather every day before school to review the latest scientific discoveries over orange-peel tea. They write plays and raise their voices in excitement over new plot devices and marvel at the endless possibilities they have. The girls are avid feminists; they write essays and speeches about femininity and gender roles. They romanticize Renaissance women. They show up to school in all black, dress shirts rolled up to the elbow, hair in elaborate braids. Imagine the romances, the scheming, the poetry, the art, the speeches, the projects, the philosophical ramblings, the wide-eyed wonder and subsequent ambition.
This needs m o r e notes 😤
A collection of watercolor paintings for illustration class 💙 The assignment was to create a series of conceptual illustrations so each of these has a word related to them. So, respectively, I picked the words Hope, Poisonous, Judgement and Insomnia!
Loving how as soon as electricity was like, a Thing, people just went "you can make toast with this" and started working on electric toasters but they didn't quite have the whole heating element thing down so there was a not insignificant chance of it just exploding