headspace-hotel:

joomju:

1stsana:

theriversdaughter:

ex-evil-genius:

pastelpinkcheeks:

thelasagnamanifesto:

One time this man approached me in a bar talking in Spanish. So I assumed he was Spanish and we started speaking, we had a whole ass conversation and at some point he was like. So what part of Spain are you from? And I said well I’m Italian actually. What part of Spain are you from? And he was like. I’m Greek.

One time I was in Argentina and I was so tired of trying to speak Spanish because I’m not very good at it lmao so I broke into exasperated English and the retail seller girl quickly understood me and engaged me in conversation. We talked for a while, she introduced me to a makeup brand, and then I decided to buy it. While she was packaging the purchase, she asked me if I were from the US or perhaps the UK and I just said “oh no I’m Brazilian hahah” and she looked me straight in the eyes and said, in clear Portuguese, “I’m Brazilian too”

When my dad went to China on a work trip, his Mandarin speaking wasn’t great but his listening was fine (his first language is Cantonese) and he encountered a German guy who had moved to China to work. My dad knew how to speak German because he studied it in university (but wasn’t great when it came to listening to new vocab he hadn’t studied before), and the German guy knew Mandarin because he lived and worked in China, so they had a conversation where my dad spoke to the German guy in German and the guy responded in Mandarin. I’m sure it confused a lot of their coworkers who just saw the Asian guy speaking German and the white guy speaking Mandarin.

Some years ago, I worked for a manufacturing company that had a service depot in China.  One of the engineers from the main office here in the US spent most of his time at the depot.  The problem was that he didn’t speak *any* of the various Chinese languages, and no one at the depot spoke any English.

They all, however, spoke Spanish.

I love the world

I was working at a fast food restaurant and a very lost Sikh man showed up in a turban. He was a bit overwhelmed by the food choices.

One of the ladies from the kitchen nudged me away from the cash “I got this”, and another lady quickly took over at the grill. Lady at the cash was… Tamil? Maybe? The lady at the grill was Nepalese. They chatted with the Sikh man, told him what food options met his dietary/religious constraints, and reassured him that the food was made properly. He left feeling happy and welcome in my city.

After he left they told me that they were all speaking Hindi, which was a second/third language for all of them.

We should have this everywhere forever

jezebelgoldstone:

thewayfindsyou:

bjornwilde:

tiktoks-for-tired-tots:

Better with sound

I HAVE GUARDED THIS DOMAIN FOR OVER A DECADE. FROM PEST, FIRE AND BRIMSTONE. AND YOU DARE SAY NO MORE TREATS??!?

*the opening of O Fortuna, perfectly timed, plays in the background*

jagalart:

hibiscus and plum

youre-dreaming-302:

unashamedly-enthusiastic:

inthefallofasparrow:

inthefallofasparrow:

inthefallofasparrow:

inthefallofasparrow:

dyatlovpassingprivilege:

@poopybuttbrain coming in with the context!

#i did some investigating #turns out this is a collaborative AU storytelling effort from multiple users that is loosely based on a historical gold mine in the US

#inspiration seems to be from the old goldmining town of Delamar in Lincoln County of Nevada #the idjit who ran the mine (Captain Joseph De Lamar) #thought it’d be fine to mill gold out of quartzite rock without using enough water to stop the dust particles from becoming airborne #even it miners Wore masks the quartz dust was so small it passed through and embedded in peoples lungs causing silicosis #(go look up silicosis if you don’t already know) #ANYWAY #old mate De Lamar was paying miners so well that a bunch of them were willing to work even in the highly polluted conditions #except it didn’t just effect the workers because the dust formed a haze over the whole mining town and everyone who lived in it #so the bodies kept piling up and people are starting to call the mine “the widow maker”’ and shit #and De Lamar sells the mine once he’s happy with his tidy profit from exploiting the labour and lives of all these folx #which btw is SO MANY OMG

#so yeah the post is basically like: let’s do speculative fiction about a Delamar situation if it were to happen today in an era of memes #added on a bit of extra flair and dystopian world building to boot and voila we get this here post

#nice #i can appreciate the “yes and” vibe. it’s giving goncharov. it’s giving Holes but by Margaret Atwood kind of vibe. #unreality #collaborative worldbuilding #speculative fiction

animentality:

sga-owns-my-soul:

hotchocolatewithsex:

jewfrogs:

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

i had to phone a taxi today, scary

every time i see this post i think of that person who posted on reddit that they wanted to go to subway for the first time but they were scared they would say the wrong thing so someone gave them step by step instructions for the entire process and what all the choices would be and when they would ask what question and i just think

someone will

someone out there will see you and say “yes. the world is scary. but let me hold your hand and show you how to do it anyways”

everyone needs that someone, and everyone can be that someone

writterings:

sharkface:

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it’s very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

here’s some instructions for anyone who doesn’t know how to opt out:

1. login in on desktop, it’s not available on mobile yet
2. click “Account”
3. click on your blog
4. go to “Blog Settings”
5. go to “Visibility”
6. Scroll down to the bottom option
7. turn the toggle ON, not off

you will have to do this individually for each sideblog you have too, no way to do it for each account in one go

nebulow:

It almost seems like non-disabled people have a harder time accepting when a chronically disabled person will never get better - and maybe even deteriorate over time, than the affected person has.

“Aww don’t lose hope”

There is no hope to be had? Stop pushing your toxic positivity down my throat when I have come to terms with my situation and am grieving already.

Losing hope is what has given me an ounce of peace of mind. This is what life is now. It’s not your grief, it’s mine.

paulgadzikowski:

trist-pkmngal:

thebyrchentwigges:

missmollyetc:

cumaeansibyl:

thelaughingman1:

delicatelytoobear:

hobbit-hole:

femmefaramir:

older lotr illustrations sometimes depict éowyn wearing ridiculously small armour. apart from the problem general sexualisation of the only female character (who really does anything), there’s another hilarious thought:

éowyn pretended to be dernhelm, a man. to fit in, she must have worn men’s armor. so the armor in the illustrations is normal for rohirrim.

therefore, all the rohirrim rode to war just like that:

there’s a thundering sound in the distance as the rohirrim ride into war but rather than hoofbeats it’s the collective sound of all their cheeks clapping

the artist for this particular piece is Frank Frazetta and to be fair to him this is how he drew the orcs armor 

so the rohirrim comment is probably not that far off

That’s a man who just straight up had a problem with the concept of wearing pants into battle, and I respect that

male or female

hero or villain

sea or land

even in the snow

I guarantee you Frazetta’s Rohirrim were 100% pants-free

Good Old Frank. That man loved bodies and hated clothes so much

Frank Frazetta was the reason He-Man was designed like that; the producers conduct a study to see what art appeal the most to children, and Frank’s work came out on top in popularity. So everyone in He-Man is dressed the way they are directly because of Frazetta.