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Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.

Nazis are taking over my government, and like, not even just the Nazis we fucking elected! And I'm...making hamburgers? Because somebody has to make dinner? I just feel completely unhinged.

I think that's how random civillians generally feel in these situations. Someone's gotta make dinner.

If you're wondering, there is plenty to be done about it, and plenty being done about it already, even if it's not happening instantly in a way you can perceive.

Reblogging because this is an excellent article that both tells you about some of what's being done and breaks it down in a way that will help you understand and think about future action. Please read!

i do think the ways fiction affects reality are really interesting and nuanced but its hard to talk about it without accidentally aligning yourself with the kind of people who think all problematic books should be banned or whatever. like no i don't care about all that, i wanna talk about how the the movie jaws affected public perception of sharks, or how a lot of shooter games seem to reinforce the othering of middle eastern groups, or how finding nemo apparently inspired a rise in demand for pet clownfish, which ironically were often taken from the wild. it's never as simple as 'consuming bad media will make you bad' but the ways fiction shifts the culture are genuinely so fascinating dang it.

*these examples are anecdotal and likely more nuanced than this. please don't murder me with fish facts.

I can't remember which one of her stories it was even from, but my favourite Minna Canth moment was the one where a poor, long-suffering woman, absolutely ground to mince meat by brutal poverty, asks a priest why does God allow there to be so much suffering in the world. And the priest is like perhaps it is to help guide others into the light, to make them also understand the frailty of life.

And the woman is so stunned by this answer that she snaps out of her utter, shattered despair, and goes "with all due respect, Father, but if somebody needs to witness the suffering of others in order to understand that they should live their life right, then they have earned their place in Hell. With all due respect but that is how I believe."

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Realized I never posted this Honedge

So very crash!

Who’s going to go back to 2015 and tell past me all about how this meme became sentient and destroyed the government?

genuinely fucking horrifying to try and be more mindful about your plastic consumption

i'm making a conscious effort to try and buy more durable/biodegradable alternatives to plastic where i can and it's excruciating! everything's made of fucking plastic and nothing's made to last and you have to really dig to find anything durable that won't turn into hazardous microparticles in a landfill in five years when it inevitably breaks or wears out and even when you do manage to find it it's five times as expensive!

how are we meant to live like this? what are we doing?

how is everyone not out-of-their-minds mad about this every second of every day?

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love

Amazing how phone apps work these days. Accidentally fucked up on trying to check whether the nearest store in 5 min walking distance has a specific product, thought that there would be some sort of a "confirm payment" thing before it's too late, but instead fucked up and lost 9 euros to getting one single fucking thing delivered. The fucking delivery cost more than the product and I could not even cancel it because the confirmation e-mail didn't have a link where to fucking cancel it.

I am going to kill everyone in this room including myself.

Amazing how phone apps work these days. Accidentally fucked up on trying to check whether the nearest store in 5 min walking distance has a specific product, thought that there would be some sort of a "confirm payment" thing before it's too late, but instead fucked up and lost 9 euros to getting one single fucking thing delivered. The fucking delivery cost more than the product and I could not even cancel it because the confirmation e-mail didn't have a link where to fucking cancel it.

I am going to kill everyone in this room including myself.

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I think maybe the thing I like most about the human race is that we will invent something completely, utterly, blazingly stupid and then do it because it brings joy. This is so dumb. This is so awesome. This makes me so happy.

Dragongirl kidnaps a maid instead of a princess by mistake; comes back to her lair after a hunt to find the coins and gems in her hoard have been organized into neat piles sorted by type, value, and kingdom of origin.

Her princess is a little special but she'll keep her around.

WHUH??? THIS IS SO CUTE???

Every person has a right to due process.

It does not say citizen. It says person. Immigration status does not change your right to due process.

Republicans are fascists.