the 1D to hockey pipeline ✨
there were, at the time, three paths
- id: hockey. the physicality, the falsely constructed space, Bodies, is this Good probably Not, what a wild dynamic that’s probably fuckin y'all up, the homoeroticism, joy and pain, himbos, all of this a clear correlation enjoyed by the basest members of our ilk (me)
- ego: kpop. essentially the same, only the band members are much more talented and the capitalism is even scarier
- superego: the politics men from that podcast. all the performative friendship and intimacy of a shared past in a work context trying to do something together, but also what they are making is not constructed on a bedrock of crimes (i presume)
lil ass me walking around with my man feeling on top of the world, untouchable and protected
I too would feel untouchable and protected while walking around with Kirby
[Image description: A gif of Bowser and Kirby walking together holding hands. /End description]
I do not care much for sex. In fact, I am quite fond of being single, and would like very much to become a hermit and be left to myself.
congrats on coming out as aromantic asexual frank!
??? this is the weirdest interpretation of the joke I’ve ever seen
I have had a lot of fun recently re-reading Floornight (I was reminded of it when I posted the joke, so now I am a bit sad that I read that much in 2014). I want to be a little less grumpy about it, and a little more happy with it.
I’ve spent a bit of time reflecting on how one of the things that stands out most to me is the way that Floornight has been an exercise in really high-level, deliberate control.
Like, the whole first third of the story takes place as one character drifts through a sort of dreamlike quasi-reality while getting increasingly lost in a maze-like network of abstractions. She is able to enter this quasi-reality whenever she decides to do so, and when she does it she is able to move very smoothly in and out of different aspects of it, controlling where she goes and how she acts there, through high-level abstractions (“systems”) and physical actions (“primitives”).
All of the people in the story are part of this quasi-reality (and more important, feel as if they are in this quasi-reality), since she can’t “see” them as clearly as she can see a wall of text or some other sort of simple image. In particular, they can’t feel like she can control the aspects of their quasi-reality at will, although she can. She is able to feel the presence of the other characters, and sometimes use them as tools to explore the quasi-reality, but also to manipulate aspects of it (sometimes without the other characters’ knowledge).
I am, in many ways, similar to the character in this story – not least in the way that I’m able to enter the quasi-reality of my mind whenever I want, while also being able to exercise total control over it. Yet the things in Floornight are, from some distance, much more like a fantasy than reality. In particular, they feel, at first glance, more “concrete” (or “uncomplicated”) than anything else in Floornight.
The protagonist (me) is a very abstract character – the protagonist of a series of stories (one in each reality), but also, in a certain sense, one story (one world) told about many abstract characters (the others). Most of the things that are most central to the story, most of the ones that I would say “define” the story, are like that. There is a world, and it is a series of stories (and a lot more besides). These stories feel like “games,” in some ways, that other authors might create, and I am not sure the reader will imagine what it would be like to live in a world where all of these stories were real. When I talk about “real” I am really talking about things that feel concrete, and things that feel like things I could talk about (for example) on Tumblr. This is perhaps the “world” or “universe” I live in (though the quasi-reality is often a more “imaginative” space of ideas than the “world” I live in).
Is it really all that different? The only difference is that Floornight is much more explicitly a “story” (of some sort), and much less an “experience.”
So that’s another thing that I’d like to have a bit less grumpy about – I don’t think it’s true to say that what I do is an abstract exercise in control, because I have never been less than 100% sure of what I was doing. (This is a pretty good way to end a story, if you can do it, but I’m not sure if I can manage it.)
a couple of months ago when i was 100%ing luigis mansion 3 i was doing a lot of multiplayer mansion games trying to get the rare ghosts and after one of these sessions i got a friend request from one of the people i played randomly with. anyway his name is luigi his profile pic is luigi and his library consists solely of luigi games and i’ve never seen him play anything else so i just have to assume luigi himself is my friend on switch
Got suspended on twitter once for calling Ben Shapiro cuck boy for 27 consecutive days
DESERVED and also, sad accomplishment
I was a published nuclear astrophysicist by the age of 21.
Great job. Maybe stick to it than looking like a dumbass calling someone a cuckboy.
Its all fun and games but we can pleasantly remember that OP will die with student loans they never paid off because they ended up at McDonald’s instead of anywhere near their field of study.
Its the small things in life that bring me pleasure :)
I went to uni on a full ride scholarship and have no debt but nice try
there’s so many things going on here:
- OP doing a hilarious but ultimately pretty harmless thing and people reacting as though they said they kick puppies for fun
- people conflating doing this funny harmless thing to being dumb
- so many people thinking that you can’t be both extremely smart/successful and also do stuff like what OP was doing, like it’s one or the other
- the extremely derogatory “ending up at mcdonald’s” being used as like. a gotcha?? i already made a full post explaining why those sorts of “insults” are really fucking shitty but like. here’s another one.
- OP just dodging EVERYTHING, like there’s that post talking abt how tumblr people are dumb on purpose for fun bc you’ll find out that someone who posted “suck an egg jesus” is a renowned scientist at NASA or something. that’s this
anyone thank you for your service OP
Also Ben Shapiro can suck it. A McDonald’s worker contributes so much more to society than him. You’re doing god’s work OP.
inspiration porn is ableist. knowing your limits and not purposely putting yourself in harmful situations is not “giving up.” disabled people living their lives is not “giving up” and they are allowed to be disabled in peace. we don’t need to be an inspiration to abled people. we are not here to serve and be witnessed by abled people. pictures and mentality like this enforce the idea that our lives are to be a public spectacle and that without the abled perspective, are otherwise meaningless and unfulfilled unto ourselves. this glorifies self-harm and -endangerment, and is incredibly harmful and toxic to disabled people.
protect disabled youth and stop spreading messages that we’re not good enough knowing our limitations and not spreading ourselves thin.
If you don’t understand why this post it ableist, this short TED talk explains it better then I can
comments like this are why every abled person should be required to watch this ted talk
@ everyone in the notes bending over backwards to miss the point and maintain their ableism
to summarize the correct conclusion:
and a special note for any ableds who still want to argue like any of us really have the spoons:
since ppl might just scroll to the bottom of this post and hit reblog, i’m here to tell you to watch the damn tedtalk pretty please with a cherry on top. it’s entertaining and worth your time :D
when i want to ask people questions on the same post i use the tags because i don’t want to overshadow the original post or something so yeah sorry that’s why
to lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given the side eye when you tried to fit in… you are so worthy of love and I’m sorry people have convinced you otherwise. I promise that your people are out there - people who will see the side of you others ignore, people who share weird inside jokes with you, give you affectionate nicknames and go to museums or roadtrips with you and fulfil whatever idea of friendship you’ve always fantasized about. even if you feel like an empty shell of your former self because you’ve hidden yourself away due to shame, this exterior will melt when you accept yourself or let people in and you’ll realize there was nothing wrong with you all along. you have interesting things to say, you deserve new chances and beginnings, your heart is probably made of gold because you know what it’s like to be left out in the cold, and you have so much to give. you are so worthy and someone’s idea of a friend too, and I hope you receive lots of hugs in the future from yourself and others because you’re so lovable.
What are your thoughts on this?
bruh Mewtwo knows what’s up