pankenlewd:

been microdosing no-fap in 20-minute increments

andmaybegayer:

theconservativeotherkin:

spacemancharisma:

absolutely incredible shit going on in circles of the internet I don’t even know about

Say it to my snout not behind my tail, pussy

Translator’s Note: otherkin was a word originally invented to distinguish between elfkin and other non-human kins, at least partially because the elfenkind basically had this fantasy racism one level up.

We’ve been doing this for thirty years.

funereal-disease:

ladyofthelabirinth:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

Me: “You can’t ascribe human morality to non-human animals because they do not share our particular cognition and culture.”

Tumblr: “Why do you hate animism, huh? Why do you think humans are a separate species from other animals, you human supremacist?”

Me: “You wouldn’t marry a warthog because you know that its cognition is different from human cognition, it is a different species with different abilities and emotions, and it does not share your understanding of marriage and consent and culture. It’s different from you and you know this.”

Tumblr: “Well humans don’t all speak the same language, so…”

Of all the ridiculous arguments I’ve gotten into on Tumblr dot hell this one. This one might be. Might be the wildest.

I’M LOSING MY MIND 

“I’m trying to establish whether or not you think a sand hill crane is interchangeable with a human boyfriend”

junkworldusa:

clarificationsw:

whoisandyloam:

this is incomprehensible, reblog

headspace-hotel:

totallynotagentphilcoulson:

professional-shitposting:

ms-demeanor:

goodzillo:

how fucking arrogant can you be to think any eugenics program could ever weed out “fascist genetics”. even if the “dark triad” was a reliable precursor to fascist ideology and even if “dark triad traits” could be reliably linked to genotype (they aren’t and they can’t be), how fucking far to jupiter are you if you think you can remove it from a population of seven billion, let alone in some “anarchist” manner? how do you programmatically sterilize anyone in an “anarchist” manner?

Do you ever see some discourse float by and think “Maybe I’m not hanging out on the worst parts of Tumblr, actually”

jesus fucking christ

consistantly-changing:

consistantly-changing:

beardedmrbean:

chilicheesefries-fr:

Gift cards are tracked too, in case anyone thought they were clever like that.

[Image description: a photo of a printed PSA, titled “SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT!” The PSA says:

• A cashless society means no cash. Zero.
• If doesn’t mean mostly cashless and you can still use a ‘wee bit of cash here and there’.
• Cashless means fully digital, fully traceable, fully controlled.
• I think those who support a cashless society aren’t fully aware of what they’re asking for.

A CASHLESS SOCIETY MEANS:

• No more tuck-away cash for those preparing to leave domestic violence.
• No more purchases off marketplace unless you want to risk bank transfer fraud.
• No more garage sales.
• No more cash donations to hungry homeless you pass.
• No more cash slipped into the hands of a child from their grandparent.
• No more money in birthday cards.
• No more piggy banks or tooth fairy for your child.
• No more selling bits and pieces from your home that you no longer want/need for a bit of cash in return.
• Less choices of where you purchase based on affordability.

WHAT A CASHLESS SOCIETY DOES GUARANTEE:

• Banks have full control of every single cent you own.
• Every transaction you make is recorded.
• All your movements and actions are traceable.

The ifunny watermark is on the bottom right corner.]

[Tags in image: #also #cashless means you depend on power and electricity grids. to pay #not to mention server disturbances at banks #why would you complicate this?]

gsirvitor:

iridescentoracle:

barreboy:

whitepeopletwitter:

The bean jar

[My Chemical Romance voice]: When I was…. a young boy… my Father… had what he called the bean jar…

have i mentioned recently @allieinarden is the best

therealbeachfox:

Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.

It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.

To celebrate/comemorate the date, I’m sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I’ve written about this before. I’m not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.

This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.

Join me below, if you would.

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