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tastefullyoffensive:

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This is true.  It’s why the exchange rate between the UK and Canada is so good.

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ochrelock:

I love the Transformers fandom.

It’s basically an entire fandom screaming “I DON’T CARE IF THEY’RE ROBOTS JUST MAKE THEM FUCK” and once a fandom has hit that point you can do just about anything and no one will give a shit, it’s like the fandom equivalent of that guy at a party who goes “hold my beer and watch this sickass backflip I’m about to do in high heels”

and it’s perfect

I dislike the Transformers fandom that make robots engage in sexual intercourse.  I would rather explore the emotional and physical bonds that form between cybernetic life forms over millions of years and see how it is different from organic life forms.  I would rather consider the desires and connections that are created without a biological endocrine system, perhaps with a mechanical analogue.

I do not want to negate the fandom that explores this. I expect the majority of those who write robots with dicks are exploring their own sexuality in a manner that makes them feel safe.  I just… don’t see the need to stick dicks on EVERYTHING.  I’ve had long discussions about how there are necessary narrative shortcuts taken within MTMTE and RID to ensure that we, the human basic readers, will understand it, and these discussions often get very meta, but I do enjoy noodling these concepts around.

But hey, my solution to this is to not look at fanfic or fanpic that puts dicks on robots.  So, it’s not the entire fandom.  Just a REALLY large part.  LIKE THE ONE RODIMUS HAS, APPARENTLY.

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"If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them."

anonymous reader on The Dish

One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

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Twitter Feeds Reporting from Ferguson

fishingboatproceeds:

Couldn’t find a list like this, so…

Wesley Lowery, Washington Post journalist who was arrested while sitting in a McDonald’s.

Local alderman Antonio French.

Huffington Post journalist Ryan Reilly, who was also arrested while reporting on the protests.

Local TV reporter Christina Coleman.

Guardian reporter Jon Swaine.

Rembert Browne.

I’m sure there are many, many other good sources of information on the ground; hopefully, people will reblog with links to them.

For an overview of what’s happened in Ferguson, Missouri since police shot and killed an unarmed teenager named Michael Brown, this New York Times story has some background. You can also read about the story in the LA Times, and there are live updates at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

There’s livestream video here.

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Judgement

"Why do you even need to do that?", he snarled at the screen as he looked at pictures of a person who had decided to identify as gender-neutral, who had styled their hair to match the format of one of their favourite fictional races, who struggles with the hateful comments on the internet just because they chose to present themselves in this way.

"What’s the point? She just looks so stupid!", he spat, as he got up from his desk and went out the door into an entire world that was catered for him as a straight white man.

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Words That Burn

ibelieveyouitsnotyourfault:

By Lily Tsui

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Dear ______,

My mother was/is awful:

“Why can’t you be like other girls, and care more about how you look? No man will ever want you,” she lamented, when I showed no interest in make-up.

“I will kill myself if you don’t do what I say,” she threatened, waving a kitchen knife around, in an argument about curfew.

"You need to talk to your father about not sleeping with other women. If you can’t stop him then he is going to get AIDS and then he will give it to me and then you will be an orphan," she said, when I was twelve.

“I will pay for surgery to get your nose and eyelids fixed,” she offered, even though I didn’t care about my mismatched eyes and my perfectly functional nose.

“You must go on the pill because I don’t trust you not to get ‘carried away’ and have sex,” she demanded, when I started dating, even though I had no intention of having sex at the time.

“Have you lost any weight?” she asked, each time she called on the phone in lieu of “hello.”

“Why don’t you quit school and take better care of your husband and your home?” she asked, after a lifetime of demanding academic achievement. 

“What did you do?” she asked accusingly, when I told her my marriage was ending.

“There is something wrong with your personality. You’re too much like your father.” she declared, to explain why my marriage ended.

“I had you because I thought it would make your father want to be at home more,” she said, as though that wasn’t selfish and incredibly hurtful.

“Doesn’t your husband/boyfriend/fiance mind if you travel without him?” she asked, and continues to ask.

During a severe bout of major depression after the end of my marriage, I decided I needed space from her toxicity, as she had reacted exactly as I predicted: she blamed me. First she asked if I was cheating. Then she asked if I had failed to “take care” of him and the household sufficiently. Then she asked if it was because he resented my education, my independence. Then she cried and made it all about her. This all happened within half an hour.

After a few days of this self-centred diatribe, I told her not to contact me until she heard otherwise. Instead of respecting my boundaries, she emailed and called relentlessly. When I didn’t reply or pick up the phone, she progressed to ask other members of my family that I was close to, some of whom lived overseas, to plead on her behalf. One by one they contacted me. One by one they heard my side of the story, and understood why I needed that space for my own well-being. Most of them apologized for getting involved. More than a year later, when I allowed her (cautiously), back in my life, she accused me of being cruel:

“How could you not speak to me for a year? How could you do that to your own mother?” she said, sobbing. In a Thai restaurant.

She never understood that her behaviour was/is problematic. She never accepted that her words, regardless of intent, were hurtful. From the time I was a teenager, right up to the present, she was and can still be abusive. 

Only through intensive psychotherapy did I realize how much of her toxicity I internalized. I blamed myself for things I had no control over. I felt guilty about everything, and whenever I managed to get the guilt got under control I would feel guilty that I didn’t feel guilty enough. I had to learn how to love myself without constantly using guilt and self-deception. I had to learn how to stop talking to myself abusively, inside my own head. I had to teach myself something everyone should know about themselves right from the beginning: that we are worthy of being treated with love and respect.

It didn’t help that the people I confided in rarely believed me. When I was younger, people would say, “all teenagers fight with their parents.” When I got older, people would say, “she just doesn’t know how to say ‘I love you.’” When she asked about my weight, people would say “she’s just concerned about your health.” Sometimes they would attribute her abuse to misunderstandings due to language (she is ESL, but so am I, and although it is not my primary language anymore I am still fluent in Cantonese). “It’s a generation/culture-gap,” people told me. “A mother would never hurt her child intentionally,” some said, especially those who were mothers themselves.

That was all bullshit. That’s people’s internalized ageism, fatphobia, racism, and idealized ideas about parenthood masquerading as explanations for my mother’s verbally-abusive behaviour. It’s straight up denial. Sexism and her perception that I should only exist for others (whether as a prop in her relationship with my father, or as a domestic worker for my partners) guided her words. I often wished she had hit me instead, because I figured it was harder for people to explain away a bruise or a cut. I want all those people who ever excused her behaviour to know that, even though they may have never spoken with her directly, that their words and excuses enabled her abuse, and that by not believing me they gave her more power to hurt me. They may have had the best of intentions, but my mother believes she has nothing but the best of intentions too.

Many people won’t believe you, when you tell them your mother’s words burn like fire and tear you to pieces and leave you scarred on the inside. But there are people out there who will believe you. I know, because I believe you. It’s not your fault. I know, because it wasn’t my fault either.

I BELIEVE YOU. IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT.

- Lily Tsui

Some readers will think this is an overstatement because they never experienced this kind of behaviour. Some will find it makes them relive their own experiences. Some will understand simply because they’ve interacted with people who have been there too. I expect most will empathise because the writing is clear.

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cubstearns:

amuseoffyre:

chrisgildart:

I remember watching the behind the scenes on this show. The creator of the show said that they got so much fan mail saying this show was the most realistic hospital show.

My parents both worked in the medical profession my whole life, and when I was watching them come home, I could see echoes of what this show did. All other medical shows were so much about the drama. This one nailed it. It nailed the good, the bad, and everything in between.

Also, I read that Scrubs was more medically accurate than House, Grey’s Anatomy, and every other medical show on TV

It really was more accurate than so many, and the best bit was that the medical procedures were just thrown in, like it WAS just something they do every day and the important thing was how they felt and reacted to the people and situations around them.

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ochrelock:

argentis:

onigil:

nizaen:

madmud2730:

sitrusjuice:

bhansith:

kef-meister:

reversehollowing:

mr-wiggums:

morrigayy:

ignoramusintensive:

thelilnan:

paper mario and sharknado 2????????

dragon age: origins and sharknado 2fucking kill me

dragon age 2 and camp rock im fucking pissing myself

Stargate and Assassin’s Creed Black Flag… Well fuck

Monster Hunter and Ponyo. Hm.

Serious Sam Classics: Revolution and The Fault In Our Stars.Which means: the world’s involved in a massive conflict between aliens and only one man can stop them from destroying the planet. Meanwhile, the rest of humanity dies of a mixture of aliens, feels and cancer .

Civ5 and One Missed Call 3 (Final)

Transformers: Age of Extinction and Shovel Knight
Optimus Knight is about to dig Galvatron a new asshole.

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and Fallout: New Vegas.
fuck

Mass Effect 2 and Transformers AoE ooohh no

Wait wait I’ve got a winner. Super Smash Bros (Brawl) and… the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Goat Simulator and Stalag 17. Ummmmm….

Minecraft and Howl’s Moving Castle. That sounds pretty fucking sweet. Except for the Creepers.

Elite: Dangerous and Guardians of the Galaxy.
Now THAT is a world I would enjoy.  They go very well together.

ochrelock:

argentis:

onigil:

nizaen:

madmud2730:

sitrusjuice:

bhansith:

kef-meister:

reversehollowing:

mr-wiggums:

morrigayy:

ignoramusintensive:

thelilnan:

paper mario and sharknado 2????????

dragon age: origins and sharknado 2
fucking kill me

dragon age 2 and camp rock im fucking pissing myself

Stargate and Assassin’s Creed Black Flag… Well fuck

Monster Hunter and Ponyo. Hm.

Serious Sam Classics: Revolution and The Fault In Our Stars.

Which means: the world’s involved in a massive conflict between aliens and only one man can stop them from destroying the planet.
Meanwhile, the rest of humanity dies of a mixture of aliens, feels and cancer .

Civ5 and One Missed Call 3 (Final)

Transformers: Age of Extinction and Shovel Knight

Optimus Knight is about to dig Galvatron a new asshole.

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and Fallout: New Vegas.

fuck

Mass Effect 2 and Transformers AoE ooohh no

Wait wait I’ve got a winner. Super Smash Bros (Brawl) and… the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Goat Simulator and Stalag 17. Ummmmm….

Minecraft and Howl’s Moving Castle. That sounds pretty fucking sweet. Except for the Creepers.

Elite: Dangerous and Guardians of the Galaxy.

Now THAT is a world I would enjoy.  They go very well together.

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winchesterlicious:

Fact: the Pacific Rim soundtrack makes everything better.

(better as fullview)

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