crevangrietje:

Friends, help, I am trying to figure out a good Sir/Ma’am gender neutral equivalent but there doesn’t seem to be much of anything available that wouldn’t turn head.s…

"Missir" is the only thing I could think of, but SAY LIKE… you where in a professional setting where you’d have to use something and didn’t want to raise eyebrows? What would be … a good… word…?

I like ‘Messr’ when talking singular people. It’s technically gendered, but, through such a meandering means that I like it. Messrs is an alternative plural of Mister (Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs), but, that already has the plural of Misters. And then if you make it singular, you’ve got Messr, which is a singular of a plural of a singular masculine term which already has a different singular? It’s just very elaborate and so many degrees away from ‘Mister’ that I’m personally okay with it. Plus, it’s almost an existing term, which makes it less eyebrow-raising. Missir sounds pretty interesting though! I dunno if it’d work in a professional setting, but it’d certainly be less eyebrow-raising than a lot of alternatives.

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Neatened up my hair a bit. Made it less awful. Also, this is my 1300th post!

Neatened up my hair a bit. Made it less awful. Also, this is my 1300th post!

This is what I have to deal with mk2

This is what I have to deal with mk2

Holy SHIT this shaderpack is phenomenal.

Sonic Ether’s Unbelievable Shaders v10.1 Preview 2

yungkawaiinigga:

Cool thing about tumblr: Since your blog is tailored exactly to your taste it reflects your personality enough that you can probably find your exact soul mate(or mates) on here.

Bad part: That bitch gon prolly live in Antartica or some shit.

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xkanyeinterruptedmex:

my-chemical-homestuck:

explosives-b:

sozziesocks:

She’s fourteen, and she already feels like shit for being born white and cis.
Fuck tumblr.

this makes me sad more than anything. The fact that people feel guilty for existing is sad.

oh poor white cis peoplegrow the fuck up; this site is one of the only places where minorities can vent and stupid cis people are offendedjust stop

No, here’s the fucking thing. This site isn’t for one group of people. It’s a fucking blogging site. For EVERYONE. You tell people not to be ashamed of what they fucking are, but only of its what you want? That’s pretty fucking disgusting. If you want equality, you don’t preach hate, because hate breeds more hate. That 14 year old isn’t your oppressor. She has done nothing wrong to be forced to hate herself, and to hate what she was born in. Grow the fuck up.

Allow me to take a moment to explain something that you don’t seem to understand. Nothing exists in isolation. Allow me to paint a metaphor for you.
Let’s say you’re having an absolutely shitty day. You work in retail, and customers have been rude to you; you’re unemployed and just got passed over for half a dozen job interviews; you work in an office and your boss just made some absurd demand. So, you’re not feeling too great. And then, as you’re on your way home, a bee stings you. It might not hurt that much. It might really not be too bad. But it’s a tipping point. You’re already pissed at everything that’s happened to you in the day, and this bee was the absolute last straw.
So you go home, and you make a post on Tumblr saying “basically, fuck bees”. Probably with a tag like “so done with their shit” or something. Anyone, anyone who reads that post will understand that you’ve been having a bad day, and that a bee probably stung you or there’s a nest in your roof and you can’t go into your house for a while, or whatever. I cannot think of a single person who would point out “Actually, bees do a lot for the ecosystem! Without them, we wouldn’t have any food! Hate doesn’t solve hate! uwu!” In fact, if anyone did do that while you were pissed off, the response would probably be “And fuck you too”.
Let’s take it further. Let’s say that bees sting you every few weeks. Most bees you see don’t sting you. But the ones that stick in your memory are the ones who have. Further - your best friend was stung to death by bees. Do you think people don’t know that “not all bees are like that”? Because trust me, we know. We’re told a million times a day.
Go further. Your family has a history of bee allergies. 200 years ago an entire line of your family was wiped out by bees. 70 years ago, bees killed your great aunt and uncle. 70 years ago your grandparents remember having to live in terror because there was a bees nest nearby, and at any moment they and their family could be killed. It still happens today, to people you grew up with. The media paints it as “thug killed by heroic bee”.
When people say “I hate cis people” or “I hate straight people” or “I hate white people”, it’s not an insult directed at you. It’s a scream of frustration at the world that they need to vent. It’s a scream from the queer people whose friends were beaten and murdered, who suffer microaggressions every day. It’s a scream from PoC who the mass media view as subhuman or criminals or terrorists. It’s a scream from women who suffer constant violence and misogyny, who need to work twice as hard to even be seen as worth anything by the wider world.
Nothing exists in a vacuum. Not even a “fucking blogging site for everyone”. It exists in a wider world that seeks to break the spirit of everyone who isn’t straight, white, cis, and male. If you see people screaming, and your first response isn’t to ask what’s wrong but rather to tell them to shut up because their screaming offends you, they aren’t the problem. You are.

xkanyeinterruptedmex:

my-chemical-homestuck:

explosives-b:

sozziesocks:

She’s fourteen, and she already feels like shit for being born white and cis.

Fuck tumblr.

this makes me sad more than anything. The fact that people feel guilty for existing is sad.

oh poor white cis people

grow the fuck up; this site is one of the only places where minorities can vent and stupid cis people are offended

just stop

No, here’s the fucking thing. This site isn’t for one group of people. It’s a fucking blogging site. For EVERYONE. You tell people not to be ashamed of what they fucking are, but only of its what you want? That’s pretty fucking disgusting. If you want equality, you don’t preach hate, because hate breeds more hate. That 14 year old isn’t your oppressor. She has done nothing wrong to be forced to hate herself, and to hate what she was born in. Grow the fuck up.

Allow me to take a moment to explain something that you don’t seem to understand. Nothing exists in isolation. Allow me to paint a metaphor for you.

Let’s say you’re having an absolutely shitty day. You work in retail, and customers have been rude to you; you’re unemployed and just got passed over for half a dozen job interviews; you work in an office and your boss just made some absurd demand. So, you’re not feeling too great. And then, as you’re on your way home, a bee stings you. It might not hurt that much. It might really not be too bad. But it’s a tipping point. You’re already pissed at everything that’s happened to you in the day, and this bee was the absolute last straw.

So you go home, and you make a post on Tumblr saying “basically, fuck bees”. Probably with a tag like “so done with their shit” or something. Anyone, anyone who reads that post will understand that you’ve been having a bad day, and that a bee probably stung you or there’s a nest in your roof and you can’t go into your house for a while, or whatever. I cannot think of a single person who would point out “Actually, bees do a lot for the ecosystem! Without them, we wouldn’t have any food! Hate doesn’t solve hate! uwu!” In fact, if anyone did do that while you were pissed off, the response would probably be “And fuck you too”.

Let’s take it further. Let’s say that bees sting you every few weeks. Most bees you see don’t sting you. But the ones that stick in your memory are the ones who have. Further - your best friend was stung to death by bees. Do you think people don’t know that “not all bees are like that”? Because trust me, we know. We’re told a million times a day.

Go further. Your family has a history of bee allergies. 200 years ago an entire line of your family was wiped out by bees. 70 years ago, bees killed your great aunt and uncle. 70 years ago your grandparents remember having to live in terror because there was a bees nest nearby, and at any moment they and their family could be killed. It still happens today, to people you grew up with. The media paints it as “thug killed by heroic bee”.

When people say “I hate cis people” or “I hate straight people” or “I hate white people”, it’s not an insult directed at you. It’s a scream of frustration at the world that they need to vent. It’s a scream from the queer people whose friends were beaten and murdered, who suffer microaggressions every day. It’s a scream from PoC who the mass media view as subhuman or criminals or terrorists. It’s a scream from women who suffer constant violence and misogyny, who need to work twice as hard to even be seen as worth anything by the wider world.

Nothing exists in a vacuum. Not even a “fucking blogging site for everyone”. It exists in a wider world that seeks to break the spirit of everyone who isn’t straight, white, cis, and male. If you see people screaming, and your first response isn’t to ask what’s wrong but rather to tell them to shut up because their screaming offends you, they aren’t the problem. You are.

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Aside:

You should check out my new “People I know, and how I know them” page.

http://daxolotl.tumblr.com/friends

vastderp:

smallworldofbigal:

You know what?  Fuck it.  I don’t fucking care any more.  

As someone who has friends who are trans and even more who are trying to discover things about themselves, this is one of the most ridiculous fucking things I have ever seen.

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nicely said, thank you.

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Look upon my works, Ye Mighty, and despair.

Look upon my works, Ye Mighty, and despair.

egnoodle:

toadiko25:

Here has been what most of my drawing time has been committed to. Please excuse my handwriting.

my favorite pesterlog in all of homestuck

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Album Art

faygoawey:

Dragons Caravan Palace

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ArtistCaravan Palace
TitleDragons
AlbumCaravan Palace
vastderp:

didiex:

I saw a rendition of this strip a long time ago featuring the Sufferer, but now that we’ve met Kankri in person I felt that an update was in order.
(Slightly bigger version)
Original comic by the excellent Kate Beaton

fweeeheehee

vastderp:

didiex:

I saw a rendition of this strip a long time ago featuring the Sufferer, but now that we’ve met Kankri in person I felt that an update was in order.

(Slightly bigger version)

Original comic by the excellent Kate Beaton

fweeeheehee

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youneedtolookatthis:

mizkit:

sarahreesbrennan:

yaflash:

yaflash:

This is the kind of stuff I say on Twitter, if you were curious.

Since I can never let anything go and I get weirdly self-conscious whenever my commentary starts to spread around the internet, I thought it’d be a good time to elaborate on these two quippy tweets I made the other day.
This is a point I make with some frequency, although it’s kind of divorced of context here because, you know, Twitter. Basically, I get a really bad case of eyeroll whenever I see/hear people complaining about how the romance/love triangle in THG was “unnecessary” or “annoying” or any of the other million words people use to say they think the series would have been better if Katniss was a lone fox who never kissed anyone.
Here are my main problems with this.
1) The initial “romance” between Katniss and Peeta was LITERALLY STAGED. SHE DIDN’T REALLY CARE OR WANT TO DO IT. There’s an entire subplot dedicated to Peeta’s sadfeels about the fact that Katniss wasn’t really into him and did it for the cameras/survival.
2) The subsequent actual developed romance between both Gale and Peeta was about a frightened, confused teenage girl hashing out some very complicated feelings about life, death, love, and friendship/family. The girl was loaded with a whole lot of baggage she didn’t ask for or deserve. I’m perfectly okay with her wanting to kiss a boy once in a while as escapism or just getting a jolly in amidst the misery. If I were a teenager whose life was in literal danger all the time, I’d want some nice memories, too.
3) Anyone who’s actually read the books knows that, comparatively speaking, the “romance” takes up very little of the series. It’s a subplot at best. She does have feelings for and cares for both boys, who have very intimate, personal ties to her and her constant near-death experiences. Sue her or something.
4) In my mind, Gale/Peeta has always been a metaphor of choice between revenge and healing for Katniss. That’s how I read it. I hate seeing it reduced to some throwaway kissy-face to appeal to the teenybopper girls or whatever.
5) The “Team Peeta vs Team Gale” stuff has always been spearheaded by the media, not the series itself.
These are the reasons I tend to eyeroll whenever The Hunger Games is criticized for being too heavy on the romance, or Collins accused of bowing to the corporate publishers’ desire for sexy kissy-time. It grates on me.
THAT SAID, the context of these particular tweets is steeped partially in these observations, and also in some other, overreaching personal observations. As background, I first read 1984 as a 17-year-old senior in my AP English unit of utopian/dystopian literature. I loved the book. LOVED it. Liked it more than Brave New World, which I also read during that same unit. I have no doubt that it was formative in my love of dystopian literature.
To get this out of the way, I’ll admit that every time I make this point, I *always* hear the following arguments:
You can’t compare 1984 to The Hunger Games because one’s a literary classic and one’s a contemporary commercial bestseller.
and
You can’t compare them because the context in which they’re read is different and THG is at the forefront of media and fandom in the modern age, while 1984 isn’t read that way.
And here’s my response to those arguments: that’s not the context in which I’m making the commentary here. I’m fully aware that it’s pretty much impossible to accurately compare the two works because they’re from different times and often read in wildly different contexts (academic vs pop culture). But that’s also part of the issue.
Academia is not some untouchable monolith whose intentions are always pure and true, first of all. Academia is far and away influenced by carefully selected “quality” literature filtered through a lot of sieves that end up producing a lot of books by white guys. We’re at a period in history where the past is largely overwhelmed by dominant voices and minority voices are still only just being recognized as worthy, when they’re recognized at all. Books we consider classics today are classics because we’re told they’re classics. They’re the books that survived and were labeled “literature.”
I’m not here to argue that THG is destined to become a classic. Probably not. But who knows? Ultimately, my argument is that these two books are books that we feed teenagers. They read 1984 for class as assigned reading, they read THG at home for pleasure. The context is that we make snide remarks about a teenage girl written by a woman as having needless romantic entanglements that muddy the story, while we teach that the man sleeping with a woman is expressing love in a society devoid of it.
We read Winston and Julia as metaphors, as foils, as illustrations of the opposing themes of the novel. This is what we tell young adults reading the book for the first time — this relationship is a metaphor, it has a purpose.
Katniss’ relationships, however, are stupid. Pointless. Meaningless fluff to appeal to girls and distract from the “real” story. This is what we’re telling young adults, too. That THIS relationship, in THIS dystopia, in THIS context, is totally the worst and not worthy of exploration.
Time and time again, I hear people argue that men who wrote the literary classics knew how to write love/sex without making it “distracting” from the core literary thread. Ladies, however, remain the damned mob of scribbling women who can’t write a single kiss scene without it ruining an otherwise worthwhile story.
Can we really compare 1984 and The Hunger Games? I think so, on some level. They’re the same genre. They explore similar themes of destructive totalitarian governments and oppressed citizens. There’s love, hate, betrayal, destruction, misery. It’s not a far stretch, really.
Can they ever play on the same field? Well, I don’t know. We don’t really let them, do we? 1984 is removed because it’s an academic classic engrained in our curriculum because somewhere down the line someone thought it was worth it. We don’t have to give THG that distinction. We can write it off.
(And before people argue that 1984 is THE dystopian novel, I’ll just remind you that dystopia in fiction existed decades earlier)
Can we argue they’re the same quality with the same teaching potential? Yeah, I think we can. They’re different, certainly, but we have a tendency to write off modern literature as lacking when compared to the classics. We do it in art, in literature, in music… always. Nothing that’s made today is ever good enough to compare. Except that it is, and some of the art we create today WILL survive and WILL be “classic” a century from now. It all depends on how the cards shake out, doesn’t it?
Anyway. I’m rambling. This is why I don’t try to make elaborate arguments on Twitter. That’s what my Tumblr’s for.
THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEM. If people want to make counter-arguments, that’s cool. I laid my cards on the table. Let it lead to wherever.

I DID enjoy these thoughts very much!

I freaking *love* these thoughts.

*slow clap*

youneedtolookatthis:

mizkit:

sarahreesbrennan:

yaflash:

yaflash:

This is the kind of stuff I say on Twitter, if you were curious.

Since I can never let anything go and I get weirdly self-conscious whenever my commentary starts to spread around the internet, I thought it’d be a good time to elaborate on these two quippy tweets I made the other day.

This is a point I make with some frequency, although it’s kind of divorced of context here because, you know, Twitter. Basically, I get a really bad case of eyeroll whenever I see/hear people complaining about how the romance/love triangle in THG was “unnecessary” or “annoying” or any of the other million words people use to say they think the series would have been better if Katniss was a lone fox who never kissed anyone.

Here are my main problems with this.

1) The initial “romance” between Katniss and Peeta was LITERALLY STAGED. SHE DIDN’T REALLY CARE OR WANT TO DO IT. There’s an entire subplot dedicated to Peeta’s sadfeels about the fact that Katniss wasn’t really into him and did it for the cameras/survival.

2) The subsequent actual developed romance between both Gale and Peeta was about a frightened, confused teenage girl hashing out some very complicated feelings about life, death, love, and friendship/family. The girl was loaded with a whole lot of baggage she didn’t ask for or deserve. I’m perfectly okay with her wanting to kiss a boy once in a while as escapism or just getting a jolly in amidst the misery. If I were a teenager whose life was in literal danger all the time, I’d want some nice memories, too.

3) Anyone who’s actually read the books knows that, comparatively speaking, the “romance” takes up very little of the series. It’s a subplot at best. She does have feelings for and cares for both boys, who have very intimate, personal ties to her and her constant near-death experiences. Sue her or something.

4) In my mind, Gale/Peeta has always been a metaphor of choice between revenge and healing for Katniss. That’s how I read it. I hate seeing it reduced to some throwaway kissy-face to appeal to the teenybopper girls or whatever.

5) The “Team Peeta vs Team Gale” stuff has always been spearheaded by the media, not the series itself.

These are the reasons I tend to eyeroll whenever The Hunger Games is criticized for being too heavy on the romance, or Collins accused of bowing to the corporate publishers’ desire for sexy kissy-time. It grates on me.

THAT SAID, the context of these particular tweets is steeped partially in these observations, and also in some other, overreaching personal observations. As background, I first read 1984 as a 17-year-old senior in my AP English unit of utopian/dystopian literature. I loved the book. LOVED it. Liked it more than Brave New World, which I also read during that same unit. I have no doubt that it was formative in my love of dystopian literature.

To get this out of the way, I’ll admit that every time I make this point, I *always* hear the following arguments:

You can’t compare 1984 to The Hunger Games because one’s a literary classic and one’s a contemporary commercial bestseller.

and

You can’t compare them because the context in which they’re read is different and THG is at the forefront of media and fandom in the modern age, while 1984 isn’t read that way.

And here’s my response to those arguments: that’s not the context in which I’m making the commentary here. I’m fully aware that it’s pretty much impossible to accurately compare the two works because they’re from different times and often read in wildly different contexts (academic vs pop culture). But that’s also part of the issue.

Academia is not some untouchable monolith whose intentions are always pure and true, first of all. Academia is far and away influenced by carefully selected “quality” literature filtered through a lot of sieves that end up producing a lot of books by white guys. We’re at a period in history where the past is largely overwhelmed by dominant voices and minority voices are still only just being recognized as worthy, when they’re recognized at all. Books we consider classics today are classics because we’re told they’re classics. They’re the books that survived and were labeled “literature.”

I’m not here to argue that THG is destined to become a classic. Probably not. But who knows? Ultimately, my argument is that these two books are books that we feed teenagers. They read 1984 for class as assigned reading, they read THG at home for pleasure. The context is that we make snide remarks about a teenage girl written by a woman as having needless romantic entanglements that muddy the story, while we teach that the man sleeping with a woman is expressing love in a society devoid of it.

We read Winston and Julia as metaphors, as foils, as illustrations of the opposing themes of the novel. This is what we tell young adults reading the book for the first time — this relationship is a metaphor, it has a purpose.

Katniss’ relationships, however, are stupid. Pointless. Meaningless fluff to appeal to girls and distract from the “real” story. This is what we’re telling young adults, too. That THIS relationship, in THIS dystopia, in THIS context, is totally the worst and not worthy of exploration.

Time and time again, I hear people argue that men who wrote the literary classics knew how to write love/sex without making it “distracting” from the core literary thread. Ladies, however, remain the damned mob of scribbling women who can’t write a single kiss scene without it ruining an otherwise worthwhile story.

Can we really compare 1984 and The Hunger Games? I think so, on some level. They’re the same genre. They explore similar themes of destructive totalitarian governments and oppressed citizens. There’s love, hate, betrayal, destruction, misery. It’s not a far stretch, really.

Can they ever play on the same field? Well, I don’t know. We don’t really let them, do we? 1984 is removed because it’s an academic classic engrained in our curriculum because somewhere down the line someone thought it was worth it. We don’t have to give THG that distinction. We can write it off.

(And before people argue that 1984 is THE dystopian novel, I’ll just remind you that dystopia in fiction existed decades earlier)

Can we argue they’re the same quality with the same teaching potential? Yeah, I think we can. They’re different, certainly, but we have a tendency to write off modern literature as lacking when compared to the classics. We do it in art, in literature, in music… always. Nothing that’s made today is ever good enough to compare. Except that it is, and some of the art we create today WILL survive and WILL be “classic” a century from now. It all depends on how the cards shake out, doesn’t it?

Anyway. I’m rambling. This is why I don’t try to make elaborate arguments on Twitter. That’s what my Tumblr’s for.

THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEM. If people want to make counter-arguments, that’s cool. I laid my cards on the table. Let it lead to wherever.

I DID enjoy these thoughts very much!

I freaking *love* these thoughts.

*slow clap*

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sugarelixir:

programmingfreedom:

zombie-fangirl:

oddest-one-out:

thingsandstuffbutmostlystuff:

merelynonsense:

sushinfood:

amorphinetoast:

eatmoreramen:

sardonicpuppeteer:

wnycradiolab:

If you’re interested in color theory, or you like beautifully-designed little games, or you just feel like being bad at something today (OH MY GOD SLOW DOWN TOO MANY COLORS), try this.
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3.6.
Fuck.

7.0 
wait is that good or

8.4 rad

8.2
9 9 6 9 8 8
complimentary fucked me over

8.9 aww yuss

7.2 yuss… i think

7.7 yeaaa

7.7 too!

haha the teacher showed this during preproduction today XD

9.3~

9.2! I’m pretty happy with that.

sugarelixir:

programmingfreedom:

zombie-fangirl:

oddest-one-out:

thingsandstuffbutmostlystuff:

merelynonsense:

sushinfood:

amorphinetoast:

eatmoreramen:

sardonicpuppeteer:

wnycradiolab:

If you’re interested in color theory, or you like beautifully-designed little games, or you just feel like being bad at something today (OH MY GOD SLOW DOWN TOO MANY COLORS), try this.

(via Metafilter)

3.6.

Fuck.

7.0 

wait is that good or

8.4 rad

8.2

9 9 6 9 8 8

complimentary fucked me over

8.9 aww yuss

7.2 yuss… i think

7.7 yeaaa

7.7 too!

haha the teacher showed this during preproduction today XD

9.3~

9.2! I’m pretty happy with that.

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