auntymana:

>:D

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i saw someone discover this halfway into my lane earlier today :D :D :D

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the-real-seebs:

firstperson-plural:

the-real-seebs:

firstperson-plural:

vastderp:

the-real-seebs:

That is actually worse than what I had previously heard, and I would sorta like sources for it, although… well, it’s believable.

minor correction: sybil was originally presented as nonfiction, with some details fictionalized to protect the privacy of the subject, shirley mason. it was a big fat hoax, but you can still find it shelved in the 616s at your local library. 

By the stars, people. We are sick. We have a severe mental illness. And if me and my system mates discussing our illness bothers you, just leave it alone. Leave US alone. My identity will not change no matter how much you mock it. Your false perception of DID is not my fault. -Jim

Except you keep coming over and reblogging our posts and talking to us, so, uhm… No?

This is also really funny, because this post didn’t refer to you or quote you or anything, and yet, weren’t you accusing me of “stalking” your blog for looking at the top post on the blog I’d just had a conversation with?

This is just sort of sad, really.

Forgive me for responding to attacks on my character.

Hey, you can respond however you want.

But let’s look at the events:

1. You approached me from out of the blue to ask me to justify a thing I said.
2. When I answered this in a way you didn’t like, and commented on what was at the time the very topmost post on your blog, you accused me of “stalking” your blog.
3. You then continued to browse around related things looking for more things that had been said so you could argue with them.

The problem here is not that you have a mental illness. The problem is that you are a hypocritical asshole. You try to break out totally inappropriate concepts like “stalking” for things that are not even a tiny little bit like stalking, which helps trivialize the experiences of people who deal with actual stalking, and then you demonstrate that you don’t even a tiny bit actually feel that the rules of behavior you were advocating are rules you personally follow. You also use a lot of manipulative language. “Forgive me for responding to attacks on my character”, you say, but the fact is, all I’m doing is factually describing your hypocritical behavior.

But I do note: “my” character. That’s sort of the point, isn’t it? You don’t need to ask which person I’m criticizing. The “alters” do not have distinct “character”. There aren’t attacks on “Jim” or attacks on some other person; there’s just attacks on you. You know who people are criticizing. You don’t have any doubts at all. Because there’s only one of you.

I know there’s folks around here who have legitimate DID, and people like you are just shitting all over them by doing this godawful half-assed job of pretending to be like them so you can be “cool”. Go the fuck away.

“my character”

my walk-in factive G-RODD just told me to tell you he’s saying “NOPE” while laughing and drinking a scotch on the rocks

captioned-vines:

everythingisterrible:

Cool Cat learns to stand up for himself

Cool cat: [shrill voice] “I’m not afraid of you anymore!”

Bully: [monotone] “I’m a bully, and I don’t like your sand castle!”

Cool cat: [shouting] “Leave us alone right now!”

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dr-archeville:

ayellowbirds:

amroyounes:

African HeroRats detect landmines.

Using positive reinforcement behavior that is respectful of the animals, African pouched rats are taught to identify the explosives, receiving treats for their efforts. After months of training, the rats are set a test and accredited as HeroRats if they pass.

The pouched rats are perfect for the job; intelligent with a keen sense of smell, they are small enough not to trigger mines and large enough to be easily identifiable in the field. No rat has been killed in a minefield.
Banana for scale

The rats can clear two hundred square meters in just 20 minutes. It would take humans with metal detectors five days to cover the same area.

The rats live for up to eight years, but retire after six and live out their twilight years eating avocados, apples and bananas, and being regularly patted by their handlers.

look at these wonderful rats saving lives and enjoying nanners.

Thank you, not-so-tiny rat friends!

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kurloz38: iirc the rest of the crowd were down at the river filling up and placing sandbags to protect Froggy Bottoms from the flood. y’know, like jesus would want us to do XD

mid-childan-puella-magi:

vastderp:

HOLY SHIT AUDREY LOOK WHAT I FOUND 

IT’S THE GOD BOTHERERS

THEY RECORDED US LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF AT THEM 

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT WE’RE YOUTUBE CRAZY FAMOUS

GOD DAAAAAAAMN

That’s you at 2:55?

You have a wonderful cackle. 

i am very pleased wih the resonance of our witchy cawings.

jumpingjacktrash:

it’s amazing to me how many action heroes, once capable of saving worlds and even universes, are now reduced to trying to convince tumblr dot com that they’re inhabiting the bodies of white american teens. what villain did this to them? who’s next???

can you imagine this au being picked up by canon and presented as part of the marvel universe

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HOLY SHIT AUDREY LOOK WHAT I FOUND 

IT’S THE GOD BOTHERERS

THEY RECORDED US LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF AT THEM 

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT WE’RE YOUTUBE CRAZY FAMOUS

GOD DAAAAAAAMN

injured my squawk box Politely Agreeing with some god botherers after they catcalled me saying ‘homosexuality is wicked’ on the street.

*contented smile*

wooooorth it

snitchanon:

jumpingjacktrash:

it’s amazing to me how many action heroes, once capable of saving worlds and even universes, are now reduced to trying to convince tumblr dot com that they’re inhabiting the bodies of white american teens. what villain did this to them? who’s next???

I’M SECRETLY VASTDERP TRAPPED IN THE BODY OF A- OH GOD WHY ARE THERE SO MANY TENTACLES.

SURPRISE! :D :D :D

jumpingjacktrash:

the-real-seebs:

firstperson-plural:

The freedom.

There’s nothing around you for light years, just a water color of lights streaming past, the swirl of nebulae, the twinkle of distant galaxies. There’s the silence, not a sound but the hum of the engines and the faint purring of the warp core beneath your feet.

And on the longer missions, with nothing to do but go,  the freedom to literally point at a star on the horizon and say, “let’s go to that one.”

-Jim

Okay, this is even worse.

The warp core is not “beneath your feet” on the bridge of the NCC 1701-C. And I don’t think it purrs, either. Also, “the hum of the engines”, which engines? You don’t have the warp core and the impulse drives going at once, generally?

Also, this comes across very much like someone who has seen sci-fi television, but never actually been in space. Space is not a “water color of lights streaming past”. It’s basically black.

Also… uhm. “a star on the horizon”. Horizon? What is this “horizon” of which you speak? Hint: It is part of the planet you are on. There is no “horizon” in space.

Please pick a character you’re more qualified for. Or alternatively, get one of those Trek books and do some reading.

oh my god this is the best fictionkin ever.

fuk u im a tribble

the-real-seebs:

That is actually worse than what I had previously heard, and I would sorta like sources for it, although… well, it’s believable.

minor correction: sybil was originally presented as nonfiction, with some details fictionalized to protect the privacy of the subject, shirley mason. it was a big fat hoax, but you can still find it shelved in the 616s at your local library. 

(Source: elmesza, via thesquidcakebake)

gummypron:

clock-heart said: #me when gummy posts art