tooies:

felipe-kuso:

tooies:

it should be 100% legal to go in abandoned buildings. like nobody is using it for anything why can’t i go in

Isn’t this how you get murdered?

no. it’s how you get poisoned by mold or crushed by broken floorboards or whatever but there aren’t murderers just hanging out in every abandoned building like cockroaches

tricktster:

around when I first started dating my boyfriend i bought myself this novelty blanket that looks like a photorealistic tortilla because I am SUCH A SUCKER for novelty shit. when he saw it in person for the first time his eyes lit up, which should have been a warning sign for the indignities to come.

so he’s a first responder and his day shifts start obnoxiously early as far as I, a pampered corporate asshole, am concerned. almost invariably when he’s at my place there will be an alarm at an hour that is downright unconscionable that will make him wake up and roll out of bed to get ready and will simultaneously make me burrow under the pillows grumbling about how surely nobody actually NEEDS their lives saved this early in the morning, after which I will promptly attempt to go back to sleep

he is a clever man and he knows this is when i am most vulnerable to attack.

every single time we do this dance, he quietly dresses, packs up, goes about getting ready to leave, and then when i have juuuust fallen back asleep, he returns with the tortilla blanket. He finds it no matter where I have hidden it.

He then creeps silently up to my side of the bed and uses his superior speed, strength, and reflexes to wrap me up in it incredibly tightly while i am still dazed and sputtering, so that i cannot move my legs or arms and am reduced to humiliating halfhearted magikarp flops that do not deter him from at least attempting to kiss my forehead.

then he goes to my bedroom door, opens it, then pauses, turns around, looks at me, the soft human filling of the facsimile of an enormous burrito he has just constructed, and says in his best romantic lead voice “I’ll see you soon, beans.”

you cannot understand how devastating it is to my ego that i am beans.

wiisagi-maiingan:

wiisagi-maiingan:

Amazing how every guide on interacting with police, including ones that are explicitly pro-cop, are indistinguishable from guides on how to avoid being attacked by a wild animal.

Don’t make any sudden movements, avoid eye contact, stay calm or you WILL die. Wait, what do you mean this is advice for interacting with a human being and not a hungry bear?

“Keep your hands on the steering wheel and don’t have anything in them, a police officer might mistake a cellphone for a weapon.” Okay, should I also hold my hand out for him to sniff when he approaches so that he knows I’m not a threat?

creekfiend:

creekfiend:

oh my god this New Yorker article about the Titan holy fucking shit fuck???

The Titan Submersible Was “An Accident Waiting to Happen”

Interviews and e-mails with expedition leaders and employees reveal how OceanGate ignored desperate warnings from inside and outside the com

The New Yorker

Some notes: 1. the electrical system was designed by engineering undergrads who were working as interns. 2. because it is illegal to take passengers on an unclassed experimental submersible, they called the passengers “mission specialists” & instead of buying tickets they made donations. 3. the satellite beacon was held onto the outside of the sub with zip ties. 4. when Lochridge (the whistleblower) quit, Stockton Rush asked HIS FINANCE DIRECTOR if she wanted to be the pilot and she was like “sir I am an accountant” and the experience of having her boss ask his accountant to be the pilot made her so freaked out that she ALSO quit the company 5. the carbon fiber used to make the hull was bought from a deep discount from Boeing because it was past its expiry date for use in airplanes

AND MUCH, MUCH MORE

anarchistmemecollective:

zack-the-robot:

hesperocyon-lesbian:

self-loving-vampire:

reblog to kill god faster

quick before his health bar resets & he switches to his second attack pattern!

gwydionmisha:

headspace-hotel:

dramaticowl:

explorerrowan:

angiethewitch:

eco-socialism:

hey a local town actually did this!

they planted berries, root vegetables, leafy greens, herbs, all sorts. they label each plant and the sign said “free to take, leave some for others to enjoy!”

and people did. they took a bit, but left some for others.

it also fed the homeless people living around there.

bearing in mind this is a tourist town, so i half expected to see the plants gone. but nope, there’s always some left.

people aren’t naturally selfish, and they will share. the initiative works

And honestly? Most people who don’t need it won’t bother to stop and pick fruit. It’s only people who actually need it who will devote the time. People with money still have grocery stores.

[Image description: tweet by Black Botanist @CreativeTiana: transcript follows]

I was talking to someone about planting food and fruit trees in public spaces and they were like “Why so everyone can steal the food?”

And I was like “See, that’s the problem right there. Why should taking food off a public tree be stealing?”

“Urban food forest” is something I’m hearing more and more. Do some poking around, there may be an opportunity to help with or start something like this near you.

I live in a region where there are random blackberry brambles just around urban areas.  It is bizarre to imagine people thinking picking some fruit is stealing.  No one has time or energy or thorn tolerance to pick all the berries.  People just grab a handful or too usually in all the places I’ve lived in two states where this is a thing.

I love the idea of expanding it to more hinds of things.

sharkpunks:

foulserpent:

i want to be a conventionally attractive wealthy skinny ciswoman so i can go on the bachelor and make it all the way thru the competition, and when the guy proposes to me i just like leap towards him and close my teeth around his neck and bite as hard as i can. just absolute animal brutality like shaking his neck like a ragdoll, growling ripping tearing etc, and then before anyone can stop me immediately run into traffic and die so no one ever gets the chance to understand why that happened

flowers-but-gay: