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Ancient Greek Punishment: UI Edition is an odd little experience that allows you to reenact the punishments bestowed by ancient Greek gods in UI form!

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im a huge Shuro hater btw i hate fucking bitchass guts!!!!!!!! fuck you you piece of shitttttttttttttt Shuro x Laois is the funniest thing in the world because i cannot imagine a worse fit they literally beat the shit out of each other in a rage Shuro literally hates Laois' guts because he's a fuckheaddddddddddd

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The landlord fears the urban oyster mushroom farmer

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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.

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israel: *investigates its own war crimes and the murder of 2000+ palestinians* israel: it was lawful and i’m innocent

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I had a very interesting discussion about theater and film the other day. My parents and I were talking about Little Shop of Horrors and, specifically, about the ending of the musical versus the ending of the (1986) movie. In the musical, the story ends with the main characters getting eaten by the plant and everybody dying. The movie was originally going to end the same way, but audience reactions were so negative that they were forced to shoot a happy ending where the plant is destroyed and the main characters survive. Frank Oz, who directed the movie, later said something I think is very interesting:

I learned a lesson: in a stage play, you kill the leads and they come out for a bow — in a movie, they don’t come out for a bow, they’re dead. They’re gone and so the audience lost the people they loved, as opposed to the theater audience where they knew the two people who played Audrey and Seymour were still alive. They loved those people, and they hated us for it.

That’s a real gem of a thought in and of itself, a really interesting consequence of the fact that theater is alive in a way that film isn’t. A stage play always ends with a tangible reminder that it’s all just fiction, just a performance, and this serves to gently return the audience to the real world. Movies don’t have that, which really changes the way you’re affected by the story’s conclusion. Neat!

But here’s what’s really cool: I asked my dad (who is a dramaturge) what he had to say about it, and he pointed out that there is actually an equivalent technique in film: the blooper reel. When a movie plays bloopers while the credits are rolling, it’s accomplishing the exact same thing: it reminds you that the characters are actually just played by actors, who are alive and well and probably having a lot of fun, even if the fictional characters suffered. How cool is that!?

Now I’m really fascinated by the possibility of using bloopers to lessen the impact of a tragic ending in a tragicomedy…

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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)

baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*

my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.

baby: ighbu.

sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!

baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!

sister: exactly!

baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.

my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?

baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.

[a split second goes by]

baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.

me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?

baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.

me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?

baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.

*pronounced like "on" without the n

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People always bring up the “yelling fire in a movie theater” analogy as an example of a reasonable restriction on free speech, even though it’s entirely unreasonable.

You know where that analogy comes from? The Supreme Court used it in Schenck v. US (1919) to justify jailing a man who passed out fliers which encouraged young men to resist the draft during World War I. Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes said “The most stringent protection of free speech would not protect a man falsely shouting fire in a theatre and causing a panic” to make the case that there were certain circumstances in which free speech could reasonably be limited. Except the activist in question was accurately shouting fire in a crowded theater, he was informing others about a real threat to their lives caused by government policy.

His sentence was upheld because the court found his actions posed “a clear and present danger that they will bring about the substantive evils that Congress has a right to prevent”- the evil of draft dodging during a pointless war. The government has the right to decide whether the fire is real or not. And somehow this disgrace has come to be seen as a reasonable limit on the right to dissent.

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(Will, in his room again, chilling on bed)

*le portal open*

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if someone says they dont want to be touched

dont touch them

dont fucking touch them

actually dont touch them

dont continue to fucking touch them after they make it clear they are uncomfortable

THIS ISNT FUCKING HARD DONT FUCKING TOUCH THEM

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old sparkledogs and cat ocs in the files of old computers. wings extended forever in flight, tears frozen on their face from an event in a backstory long forgotten

the drawings made of others characters, in folders on a forgotten friend's computer, forever visiting, immortalized in drawings of silly inside jokes and gift-giving between amateurly-drawn colorful animals

a colorful cast, lined up in a row in a half-finished microsoft paint bitmap–smiling faces filled only most-of-the-way with the fill bucket tool. the comic text says "happy birthday!!!" the drawing was never finished, the gift was never sent. its they've been their birthday for 13 years in their eyes and they've never stopped smiling

colors paint-bucket-filled into downloaded free bases–folders of which still sit unused, waiting to spark new ideas, in a long-forgotten folder. most of them the well-known default colors until their artist realized how to use the custom color button

forever in a looping animation, only a third of the way finished–the artist wanted to animate like they saw online, those four frames probably took them weeks of frustration before the project was dropped–but their character is still running, for the rest of time, at 3 frames per second

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hearing about CEOs getting million dollar bonuses knowing my elderly coworker is having to save up $60 to get her daughter the gift she wants when she works full time makes me want to start killing rich people with my bare hands. like i'm sorry I can't sit around and act like this should be normal just because it is. the way corporations are run is fundamentally terrible. it's not even just wages, like the entire fucking thing is built to create as much suffering as possible, shareholders and all

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I’m so emotional about dinosaur stuffed animals,,, there are these creatures, extinct long before any of us were alive, but we found their bones and their eggs and their footprints. And we made drawings and models of what they could’ve looked like. And we made them into stuffed animals so we could hold them. We made them soft so we could love them. I’m sobbing

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If you're in the need for some kind of magical artifact of magic for your setting, consider Fresnel Lenses which are used in lighthouses:

These things are Alive.