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couldnt decide what thomas should wear for halloween! nico's the nerdy one who decided the theme ofc
A saucy-ish sketch of Cody that had to be cropped (envision if you will, his fingers in the waist band of his blacks, and a "happy to see you" shape. Who said that 🧍🏼)
nearly had a medical emergency today because - and i cannot stress enough how little i am making this up - a helicopter landed in front of an open grain silo while i was getting off my ship and i am deathly allergic to the wheat that said helicopters rotor blades proceeded to blast in my face at full force. the cosmic forces are plotting against me ass situation to be in
The whumpee biting the caretaker. Not hard enough to bleed, but enough to deter anyone less stubborn from staying.
Held. Deep diving, as I often do, I learned that the observations leading to this insight about mother/baby womb singing were observed in a specific context. Captivity. A mother dolphin who gave birth at Six Flags Discovery Kingdom. From the pictures I would say a bottlenose dolphin, but even the website doesn’t name the species. It matters to me that this practice of singing, communal listening, was observed not in the open ocean but in the confines of captive dolphin birth. I think of Debbie Africa, who gave birth secretly in prison, how the other women prisoners used sounds to shield her birth process. They protected the two of them from guards so that she and the baby were able to share precious time together, undetected for days. I think of Assata Shakur too, impossibly conceiving and giving birth to her daughter while a political prisoner, mostly in solitary confinement. And how she listened to her angry daughter, and the dreams of her grandmother when they told her she could be free. They could be together. And a community of freedom fighters made the demand and the dream real. I think of captive birth, which is an everyday occurrence in the United States of America. In the US, the state shackles prisoners giving birth, and takes children away from prisoners almost immediately. What do they sing in the time of the womb? I think of the children of asylum seekers separated from their parents in cages at the border. How does a chorus of grief and loss evolve to share crucial information? How are the over five million US children with parents in prison, the uncounted children in cages at the border, held? Named?
And I think about you and what you remember. What you keep close for as long as you can. I think about repetition and code, and when we prioritize what communication and why. And how we ever learn our names in this mess. And the need that makes us generalize and identify. Become specific and vague. I think about the dolphin mother and what she needed to say. Her own name, in her own way. And what else under strict observation?
If it was me. If it was you. I would say this in the way I could say it, in the too short time, in the high-pitched emergence. Remember this feeling, there is something called love. I would say remember, there is something called freedom, even if you can’t see it. There is me calling you, in a world I don’t control. There is something called freedom, and you know how to call it. Even here in the holding pattern, here in the hold, remember remember. You are. You are held. Named.
Alexis Pauline Gumbs, Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons From Marine Mammals
[emphasis mine]
Auguste' little squire
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"I'd do anything not to give you up."
When Nimona returned, Ballister thoroughly enjoyed playing with her
Ambrosius was also happy for the two of them, but some lonely thoughts still bubbled up in his mind...
Fortunately, Ballister knew how to balance their time and appease his cute puppy boyfriend🐕
Good times make soft men? Good. Soft men make me hard.
The Jellybean Juice adventure continues! This mom is filled with determination!
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This is part 6!!
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everyone always asks wheres ganondorf, and how to defeat ganondorf, but no one ever asks hows ganondorf :(
thomas doesnt like his halloween costume
So you know those dumb little wordcloud things?
You know, where like, they go through your blog and find the words you use most often, and then spit out stylized text with the most often used words as the biggest ones so you can embed or screenshot them or whatever?
I FUCKING HATE THOSE.
Like, the idea is really cool in theory. A standardized analysis generating an artifact characteristic of you, easily digestible at a glance.
Except in practice everyone's word cloud ends up being "like, people, think, want, make, get..." -- i.e. basically just a bag of the most common words in the english language (presuming they speak mostly english).
But what I actually want is a collection of words I use more than the average person does. And while we're at it, also a collection of words I use less than the average person does.
So anyway I made that:
It's on Siikr now. New blogs don't get it yet, only blogs that were indexed as of a few days ago (still working on optimizations to allow for real time generation).
The words in green are the words you use weirdly often.
The words in red are the words you suspiciously seem to avoid.
In both cases, the bigger the word, the more weird your usage of it is relative to all of the other blogs in Siikr's index. This is limited to the most extreme 100 words in both directions.
Hovering over a word gives you some statistics about how much it should appear in your blog vs how much it actually appears in your blog.
So that's fun and everything -- but it can and very well might get even more fun.
Because generating this meant creating a list of all of the words used by every blog, and storing a bunch of numbers per word per blog. Currently, that's ~9 million associations over ~57k words.
Every blog->word relation stores frequency statistics, and every word itself keeps a running average of its frequency across all blogs.
Which means we could in theory (and almost certainly will in practice), treat each word as a dimension in a 57 thousand dimensional space.
Then treat each user as a point in that 57 thousand dimensional space, where their coordinates in the space are (user_word_freq - avg_word_freq).
From there, we can measure the distance (as cosine similarity, or euclidean distance, or even just raw inner product) between users, and return for your blog, an ordered list of:
Dopplegangers - blogs most like yours (closest to your blog in 57k dimensional word frequency space).
Foils- blogs least like yours (furthest from yours in 57k dimensional word frequency space).
Manic Pixie Dream Friends - blogs that overuse the same words you overuse (closest to your blog in 57k freq-space with respect to only positive vector components)
Least Like Un-You - blogs that avoid the same words you avoid (closest to your blog in 57k freq space with respect to just the negative vector components)
One of the best compliments I receive is when my DnD group forgets that I’m playing both characters in an exchange.
We’ve been playing with the same DM for years and have legacy characters that pop in sometimes but also in our last campaign I took over a really pivotal NPC in order to romance my wife harder. So I end up having a lot of talking to myself scenes because characters need to resolve their differences or bond.
I initially worried about having conversations with myself but my party is always excited about it and routinely forget that I’m both people. They view my characters as discrete entities and I think that just about the highest praise imaginable.
Today when discussing a book scene my beloved said, “I’m excited to put in Nastya yelling at Orion, we didn’t get that in game.” In game the party watched Nastya chewing out Orion and I described body language because the content of the argument was secret and because their accents are hard to switch between.
“Yeah, I didn’t have the fortitude for that one.”
My wife paused before going, “Oh yeahhhh, both of them are you. I forgot.”
I can’t state enough how beneficial it was to work at the sex shop as my first retail job. We were encouraged to practice shutting down inappropriate behavior and it became a well practiced skill set. I had a flat stare, icy tones of disapproval, and a demeanor of untouchable scorn to back it all up. I could get the most hardened of perverts to back off or leave in a matter of sentences if they harassed staff or other customers.
When I moved on to selling mattresses I came prepared to handle pretty much any situation with the unruffled calm of someone who has asked Santa to stop touching himself and leave. To my vast surprise it was a skill I needed on the regular at the mattress store. For whatever reason men thought it was the height of entertainment to sexually harass me because I was young and cheerful.
They would always quickly learn they’d picked the wrong target.
One day a man strolled in, sizing me up as he came. He saw a young, tiny, afab person alone in the store and came to a stop way too close. He used his height to leer down at me and said, “I’m looking for a new headboard. Which ones are the best for sex?”
It was so stupid. He looked down at me with half lidded eyes and the grin of a man who owns an unmarked white van. He probably expected me to laugh uncomfortably or act flustered. He wanted to feel tall and powerful or maybe even sexy.
He was not expecting what he got. My face stretched into what could technically be described as a smile but was more accurately a threat display. The temperature in the room plummeted as I dropped all warmth in my demeanor. He took a half step back, suddenly aware that he was alone in a room with me.
“Well, sir, that depends on what kind of sex you’re having. If you are looking for a headboard that is grippeable, I suggest this model. The metal is rounded and wouldn’t hurt a hand gripping it tightly. However if you want something that you can secure with restraints, I recommend this wooden one as the slats are wide and quite sturdy.”
He looked liked I’d hit him over the head with a board and stared down at me blankly, taken aback by the authoritative way that I discussed the merits of his lackluster sex life. I met his eyes, a veiled threat in mine, and said, “Which one will you be purchasing?”
He tucked his tail between his legs and bought the metal one. I pulled up a thin layer of friendliness as I rang him up but he had the chastened air of a man who just ran straight into an iron pole.
Another time a man crawled up onto a tempurpedic and thrusted into an invisible partner. He gave a cocky look over his shoulder, sure that he was going to discomfit me as he asked, “How are these babies for fucking?”
I gave him a deadpan look and and said, “That depends on if you’re someone who has to rely on the bounce of springs for your thrusts. Memory foam beds are nicer on knees and joints for positions like doggy style but they absorb a lot of kinetic energy.”
He visibly deflated and got down off the bed with a vaguely ashamed air.
He bought a spring mattress.
Sorry if it’s a little cramped- had to make this all fit in ten photos. Hope you guys like it….. and again…. sorry Andrew
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"we want to protect the kids!!"
— in a way that will also protect them from their parents & guardians right?
"what"
— if a parent or guardian wanted to abuse their child, would what you're trying to do make it harder for them?
"..."
— *pulls out a chart that shows 76% of abused children were victimized by a parent or legal guardian* will what you're advocating for make it easier for the majority child abusers, which is overwhelmingly parents & guardians, to get away with abuse?
"idk what this has to do with anything we just want to restrict children's freedoms more & give parents more control over them. you know. to protect them from adults who want to abuse them"
Every. Single. Time.
Whumpee trying to do the classic "duck into the bathroom so they can treat their hidden wound(s) without anyone finding out" but all the bathrooms are occupied and they're worsening by the second while they wait for somebody to finish up. Bonus points if whoever's in the bathroom eventually comes out to find them collapsed outside the door
Some guy in an avengers Tshirt I just met at a coffee shop: so who's your favorite superhero?
Me too exhausted to explain there's more than one Robin: Batman
Guy: oh! Did you watch the Joker movie? It was surprisingly good for a DC film haha
Me: yeah it was something
Guy: you know they really fucked up on Justice League, but I've got to say Wonder Woman was better than Captain Marvel. Like, we get it, "yay girl power." That's great but it was so over the top. It totally ostracized half of it's audience.
Me: wow really
Guy: yeah. You know, you seem pretty chill. Maybe we could hang out sometime and watch some decent superhero movies? You know, Marvel movies haha
Me: i never asked, who's your favorite hero?
Guy: Iron Man. Like Batman but richer and cooler haha
Me: you know, Batman's rule? No killing?
Guy: yeah?
Me: i have no such rule. Lindsey, I found another one. My usual, please
Lindsey, the barista: *hands me my sword*
Guy: wow that's a poor replica of the God Killer blade, it should have more- *beheaded*
Me: thank god that's over
Lindsey: yeah. Hey want to watch Birds of Prey with me sometime?
Me: oh? You mean like as... a date?
Her: well yeah... is that okay?
Me: of course it's okay! all this time, all these years, i never knew you felt that way
Her: i don't keep a replica of Wonder Woman's sword under the counter for just anyone
Me: i never thought about it that way
Her: *writes her number on the forehead of dead guy* text me ;)
this hit me like a truck