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There's more context than that (source, emphasis mine):
The hearing was packed with speakers there to testify either for or against the bill. Most people were limited to two minutes, but the hearing lasted more than eight hours. Jones was there in support of the bill, but wasn’t intending to get up and speak. But after listening to nearly seven hours of testimony, he put his name down.
“I have very little knowledge of gay people and things like that there, so when I came here, my eyes were opened,” he told the state Assembly’s Health, Aging and Long-Term Care Committee just after 9 p.m. “I was one of the critics that sat on the side and made the decision there was only two genders, so I got an education that was unbelievable. And I don’t know just exactly how to say this, but my perspective for people has changed. … I’d like to apologize for being here, and I learned a very lot about this group of people.”
This guy wasn't there to voice support; on the contrary, he was intending to watch in silent support of anti-trans legislation. His mind was changed by hour after hour, people speaking for two minutes at a time in support of trans rights, learning things he didn't know or understand. These are the people to reach.
His grandson may have thought that this was possible, that his grandfather could be appealed to by hearing the real words of community members. If so, he was right.
Encourage your family to hear the stories of trans folks in your community and give them time to process what they hear and come to new conclusions. Don't tell them what to think. Many people, with new information, naturally come to new conclusions.
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shoutout to the guy who ran for "class president" (not a real role at this school) in 7th grade and just put up posters everywhere about how he would bring steam powered rail back. no other policy. hope you're doing well.
it's actually UNREAL to me that they still wear those stupid fucking wigs in british courts ill forget about it and then remember all of a sudden and black out like howwwww can you still be doing that!
THEY WHAT LMFAO
honestly just put me straight in the jail i don't even wanna bear witness to this
is anybody else seeing this
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How crazy would it be if they brought villain Mario back?
It'd have to be a misunderstanding or mind control sorta thing, but imagine.
Imagine slapping the shit outta Mario as DK in a 3D platformer.
If I'm remembering my Donkey Kong Lore™ correctly, Cranky Kong is the one who fought Mario in the arcade games. The only thing that would make this funnier is if it's him who does the Mario fights. Or if you just see them fighting in the background occasionally.
(I'm also just realizing how funny it is that Mario hasn't aged a day but his archrival is a wizened old man with a beard and a cane
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my kid has started to write stories and like, no lies, they’re funny as fuck
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actual dialogue:
“to your battle stations, boys! it’s time to line up and see who’s tall enough for the roller coaster to hell!! some of us may not survive this, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward.... paid.”
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“here’s a penny for your thoughts, and a quarter to not tell me them”
B A B E
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“everyone knows those quiet girls. the ones who never say anything at school unless a teacher makes them. the ones who you see every day but don’t know what they sound like when they laugh. lindsey is not one of those girls, but the teacher wishes she was.”
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“lindsey was always loud, especially when she was being kind. she didn’t smile at people to make them happier, she screamed all the reasons they shouldn’t be sad. it was hard not to listen.”
i can’t wait to read this book tbh
My Blorbo In Hesh
Your kid is going places
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The song showcased in the trailer for DELTARUNE Chapters 3-4 was actually shown to us far before it's use in the trailer itself! On the UNDERTALE 6th anniversary stream, Toby Fox presented this song as "Game Main Theme (Piano Sketch)" and said that he envisioned an "animated intro" while also telling us "The best part would have been at the end when everyone is running up the staircase as the silhouettes of the bosses from all the chapters show up, and the Knight, standing in a white door at the top of the stairs, turns around and looks down at them..."
This song would later turn into the theme you can hear in the trailer, along with similar visuals as to what Toby described!
(Note: I was unable to find a version of the trailer theme without the trailer sound effects! If you happen to have a clean version, please feel free to let me know so I can upload it!) I've always been a huge fan of this scrap, and instantly recognized it when it was used in the trailer!! Very glad it got to be finalized :3
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splatoon fans are like “you GOTTA listen to ‘freshwater freekin it’ that one is straight fire” and link you to a song composed of synthesized cat meows, first graders playing recorders, and vine booms. and then by the end you’re absolutely furious because they’re right
splatoon fans in the notes are behaving how you might expect
Its real now thanks op
i cannot BELIEVE
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"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
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it may have taken 30 years but this will hopefully turn out to be true
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was reading up on silk and dagger. am i just not enlightened enough yet to understand that half of all good worldbuilding starts with the author getting really, really horny
It helps to understand that Silk & Dagger is very specifically parodying how dark elves are depicted in the Forgotten Realms, a Dungeons & Dragons campaign setting which is a. essentially a romantic fantasy setting awkwardly pretending to be high fantasy because D&D players aren't ready for that conversation, and b. principally the brainchild of Ed Greenwood, a Canadian fantasy writer who has a decent shot at claiming the title of the horniest man alive. Like, this a parody whose source material is a fictional setting whose idea of challenging villainous queer-coding is having nations ruled by buxom middle-aged sorcerer-queens with interesting ideas about rehabilitative justice spanning the entire alignment grid. What Silk & Dagger is making text was just barely subtext to begin with, is what I mean to say.
Yeah Silk & Dagger is way less horny than a lot of OG Forgotten Realms lore regarding drow that it's riffing off, but it is a lot more up front about being sort of a sex-comedy.
We asked ourselves "What kind of conditions would produce a society and individuals actually like this?" and then "What would develop as a result?" And the answer is this.. sexy dominatrix libertarian nightmare world.
Yeah ever since I've heard that Ed Greenwood gave a lore dump about how breast milk tastes like for each race in the forgotten realms I definitely agree with the title of "horniest man alive" like wdym tiefling breast milk tastes spicy and like cinnamon rolls like wtf
What. Okay, no, I have a complaint.
Tieflings breast milk doesn't taste spicy and like cinnamon rolls. Like this ain't even me baulking at the idea that different forgotten realms kith get to have differently flavored breast milk. That's the premise: I can buy into near any premise long enough to write 200 words about how wrogn the execution of the idea is.
So, of all the core kith in the Forgotten realms, Tieflings are one of the most diverse, sporting 10 different variants (Elves have 14, Humans have a rather undeserved 11 (tho discounting variants outside the FO, they drop to 4 and 0 respectively), and tied with dragonborn).
And given the nature of the teifling variants is whole-ass who the origin of fiendish blood is, which conveys a difference betwixt variants large-enough to in my opin make them seporate kith by a standard definition, with Tiefling being an umbrella term for these different disperate Kiths designed by the writers to convey a shared political reality of unfair and prejudical treatment steming from the fiendish origin these people had no say in choosing and aren't in anyway affluenced by. SURELY, this is a group which would, lineage depending, sport more than one flavor of breast milk.
Like, I can buy Asmodael Teiflings have cinnimon flavor'd breast milk. That's whatever. But at the very, at the very least, Levistean teiflings' breast milk ought to have cool minty undertones and aftertastes like a shamrock shake.
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ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh
when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack
and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that
"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop
she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.
"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."
[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]
"no she didn't," C says
I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flocked inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."
[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]
"I never did before and she never followed me home!"
"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.
C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.
fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.
they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.
I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.
when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.