mothermayhem:

commiekinkshamer:

basically emotional manipulation and guilt tripping as social justice praxis is pointless and not sustainable imo. it doesn’t promote real growth or solidarity if the entire basis of your activism is stemming from guilt or fear 

it’s also worth pointing out that it turns “social justice” into something uncomfortably like religion. it establishes patterns of behavior that you’re expected to follow, not necessarily because you understand them or agree with them, but because you are afraid of the consequences if you don’t. it turns communities of “activists” into self-aggrandizing moralistic pissing contests, where the pecking order is defined by who knows more of the rules, and who is more willing to enforce them on others (usually, by any means necessary). it encourages ideological purity and discourages debate, discussion, education, and subsequent individual and community growth.

ratguzzler:

pineappleklaxon:

moonlandingwasfaked:

snarthurt:

is paper a food?

in elementary school i knew this guy who ate paper so i would toss some to his desk to watch him eat it for my own amusement.

Will confirm I was a PAPER EATING GUY. I also once ingested a water bottle cap just for laughs/reactions.

Fuck. I at once miss school and curse its existence.

I was a PAPER EATING GUY.

theaudientvoid:

iwatobiokageyama:

p-curly:

isthistakenalready:

p-curly:

yeah ok but what does weaboo even mean

like who just said one day 

“YUP AND THEY WILL BE CALLED…

…the WEABOO.”

and everyone else went along with it

ok quick history lesson

so on 4chan the word “wapanese” was used to refer to dumb anime nerds. white boy wannabe japanese. makes sense.

A mod got pissed at it being used so much and said that the next person to use it would get banned, so the boards decided to use a silly nonsense word to replace it. 

by complete general consensus, the boards picked the word “weeaboo” from a perry bible comic.

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henceforth, “weeaboo” was used in replacement of “wapanese”. 

the end.

I have learned so much

this should be taught in history class

An object lesson in how attempting to censor words always fails.

Examining the chronology of the live shows

tazdelightful:

Join me in this week’s edition of “Let’s Pick Apart Dubious TAZ Canon!”

Live shows are kind of a weird area because 1.) they generally don’t hold a place within the main storyline, and 2.) they are live, so oftentimes the boys are just spinning improv without being able to stop and remember if what they’re saying jives with canon (and Griffin isn’t really able to slow down and correct them). So take this with a grain of salt. There are lines within the same episode that contradict each other, but I give the boys the benefit of the doubt with those. Being on stage is stressful!

This one got longer than I was expecting, but hey, it’s Sunday, let’s be chill. Read my episode-by-episode analysis under the cut! (Spoilers, obviously!)

Keep reading

lillaology:

egberts:

raylaxy:

egberts:

i went into a gamestop from another reality today

What happened?

so, i only went in to get the shiny silvally code. should’ve taken like a minute or two at most but i was in there for upwards of ten. it was deeply unsettling right off the bat when i walked in because it was quiet. like really quiet. the tv that plays the gaming news and the speaker that plays the ads weren’t running. the cashier says hello and i get in line to wait. it is dead silent. nobody in the store is making any noise except for the cashier, who is typing. she’s helping a little boy sell 12 PS4 games. the boys mom is walking back and forth behind him sipping her gas station brand cup of coffee. literally just walking back and forth from one end of the store to the other. all the while the entire store is silent, the kid is silent, the mom is silent… all 5 of the other full grown adults in this store are silent. and i’m the only one in line behind this kid, these other adults throughout the store are like standing in one space just staring and being quiet. they weren’t browsing, they weren’t talking. nobody was making any noise. i wasn’t making any noise. i was standing there thinking about how eerily silent it was in this gamestop and wondering what the hell was going on – hyper aware of every move i made because i didn’t want to make a noise and break the silence. this carried on for literally 10 minutes before another cashier came in through the front door and loudly exclaimed “i can’t leave you alone for five minutes.” he called me to the counter and asked me what i needed help with. it was like immediately the ambient noises of gamestop all returned at once and i stepped forward to get my code.

my favorite part of this is the implication that not only was the first cashier somehow responsible for the eerie silence to begin with but also that this has certainly happened before