so jealous of people in massachusetts. how does it feel to live my dream

weeaboo but for boston specifically

i have like 10 mutuals and like 3 of them are from massachusetts

i just think it’s nice there

Official Post of Massachusetts

Concept: You walk outside one night and notice that there are two full moons. A few hours go by and they don’t seem to move.

You stare up at them.

They blink.

You blink back. It’s only polite to return the greeting of the Big Night Cat.

I meant for this to be all spooky and ominous, but fuck it, this is way better. I love the Big Night Cat. She is beautiful. I support her.

hand slipped so heres a gif

Reblog to respect the Big Night Cat

Art by @checanty (Jana Heidersdorf), illustrating a poem by W.B. Yeats.

I reblogged it from here in 2015.

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

Also like. It used to be like that. I think some people forget we had a relatively ad-free internet.

Not only was the internet mostly ad-free, but online ads were almost always presumed to be scams. We would specifically install pop-up blockers because we were so distrusting of ads. Even if they weren't straight up malware, we didn't want people trying to get our money and our data (which is the point of legitimate ads). When did we stop caring?

*teleports behind you*

*teleports behind you*

*teleports behind me behind you*

WHY IS THERE A GIF FOR THIS

Common tree shrew

"But how can you justify a player character with a (non-disinherited) noble background in a dungeon-crawling fantasy game" well, the most obvious approach is a fantasy setting whose nobility practices cognatic primogeniture where, instead of "first son inherits, second son goes into the military, third son becomes a priest", it's "first son inherits, second son goes into the military, third some becomes an adventurer". From the player's perspective, it handily explains why the title comes with little material support from the family; from the family's perspective, there's an unspoken understanding that most of the spare heirs will be eaten by a dragon (or whatever), thereby simplifying the inheritance situation, and the few survivors will become great assets.

(There is, of course, the possibility that a surviving third son, having grown powerful and understandably harbouring some slight resentment, will come back, kill his elder brothers with dark magic, and take over the dynasty, but in practice this almost never happens.)

I am such a huge horse nerd and I apologize. :( But I’m really tired of seeing girths that are halfway down a horse’s stomach. This may not be interesting to anyone who is not me, but I like to draw fancy saddles and ridiculously long shanks on bits. Also, horses are the only animal I can draw, so I take advantage of that.

I hope this helps some frustrated non-horsey artists in at least some small way. Remember, when in doubt, add some buckles and some rings. :)

@horsefigureoftheday here’s a cheat sheet on horse tack.

THANK YOU

I am such a huge horse nerd and I apologize. :( But I’m really tired of seeing girths that are halfway down a horse’s stomach. This may not be interesting to anyone who is not me, but I like to draw fancy saddles and ridiculously long shanks on bits. Also, horses are the only animal I can draw, so I take advantage of that.

I hope this helps some frustrated non-horsey artists in at least some small way. Remember, when in doubt, add some buckles and some rings. :)

@horsefigureoftheday here’s a cheat sheet on horse tack.

THANK YOU

Im finally free of work for the holidays! Have some more dragons

Knitting, 2021 - by Joseph Ford, English

this is one of a [series] and they're all fantastic

joseph ford is the photographer and the knitter who made the pieces is nina dodd (ninadoddknits.com)

Likes to charge reblogs to FUCKING cast

Please for the love of god. You should be able to change controls WITHOUT TAKING YOUR EYES OF THE ROAD. There is no reason to have to look at a SCREEEN while DRIVING

Dear passengers, please be advised that due to the rain, the airport is wet.

Thanks to Terminal 2's micro climate it is still raining inside, even though it stopped outside!

Isn't that cool?

I love that he apparently got the job because he looked so pathetic that children truly believed he would be unable to solve puzzles created by a cartoon dog without their assistance.

Richard M. Wright, “Rehearsing Consent Culture: Revolutionary Playtime” in the anthology Ask: Building Consent Culture edited by Kitty Stryker

This is also, btw, how the US drastically reduced drunk driving in the US. Telling people they shouldn’t drive when intoxicated made absolutely zero difference. A slogan-and-ad-campaign for “Friends don’t let friends drive drunk!” changed drinking culture. Going after the bystanders is quite often the most effective thing to do in any social change.

#empower people to make the changes they want to see#don’t feed their fear that they are one wrong decision away from being the evil they despise (tags via @rum-and-shattered-dreams)

movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….

girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.

if it were me having to repeat my dead father’s instructions on destroying the death star:

I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–” “Ten,” I said. “What?” “J. J is ten,” I said again. He stared at me. “I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him. Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.” He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room. I looked at the wall for a while. He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time. So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is. “It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were” “Sit down,” he said. I sat. Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been counted

ADHD version: A friend asked, on a field trip, why I knew the scientific name for Caltha palustris, “Well, we did that [one week long] field ID course [three years previously] and we saw it in one of the bogs”.

This, I was informed, is very much not a normal reason to remember the scientific name of a plant for the rest of your life.

It took me five whole years to learn when my partner’s birthday is.

I can remember specific details about games I played over two decades ago that I have not played since.

I once forgot it was my birthday. On my birthday. And when my sister (Who lived several hours away) jumped out of hiding and yelled happy birthday, I looked around to see who she was talking to.

I hated having to take a second language in school, and more so I hated the options the school had available; German, Latin, French, and Spanish. (I would later find American Sign Language clicked well) I took Spanish because my older sister did and that meant I’d have help if I needed it. I cheated on most of my tests though as if I needed to remember phrases I would just Draw on the paper something. Often unrelated. I couldn’t read the phrase but I knew the answer associated with it and with key words matched the drawing, and because I doodled all over everything in school including assignments it wasn’t suspicious that I had drawings and doodles in range of my sight.

I don’t remember my left and right naturally, as any time I need it I immediately remember my third grade teacher smacking the chalk board with each hand; “LEFT! RIGHT!” and the sound of the smack because the chalk was in one of his hands so one hand made a ‘tick’ on impact while the other didn’t

I only remember which hand is my left and which is my right because we watched an educational show in first grade and I distinctly remember the man speaking in an accent as he said “which hand makes the letter ‘L’?”

Naturally, sometimes I forget which way the letter L is supposed to be facing.

This is despite the fact that my last name begins with the letter L.

This is despite the

fact that my last name begins

with the letter L.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I once had to order some stuff for my lab and went to put my name on the form and wrote “Derin Edala”. Simple slip, understandable, I spend a lot of time online; I erased it and went to write my –

I couldn’t remember my government name.

To complete the form I just wrote the names of everyone who worked in my laboratory until I got to the one that I recognised as mine.

I remember role play scenarios like I'm physically there, whether it's text or in person tabletop. Obviously I'm not perfect, but I'm who the GM goes to for "what the players should feasibly remember" in between long delays in playing.

Like what do you /mean/ you haven't sectioned off part of your brain to remember what color wallpaper we put up while saving our friends in Not-Atlantis???

But also, I forgot my lunch on the counter before leaving this morning.