copperbadge:

As far as I know – and I hope if I was pixelated one of you would tell me – I’ve never been shadowbanned or even threatened with same. Thus, I’ve never appealed the classification of my tumblr as containing adult content (I do make a lot of spreadsheets) because I was never informed that was on the table.  

And yet this appeared in my inbox this morning. 

It has the strangely distinct flavor of COMRADE. You will be pleased to know the secret police have examined your record of ideological purity and found you are not a deviant! Please continue to contribute to the glory of the Site! 

in case anyone’s not sure why i haven’t been around: it’s this sort of nonsense, and the fact that life’s too short. tumblr’s a huge hassle and i’ve got better things to do than deal with rampaging bots.

books-n-quotes:

“Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.”

— Albert Camus, The Fall
(via books-n-quotes)

badjokesbyjeff:

Twenty years from now, kids are gonna think “Baby it’s cold outside” is really weird, and we’re gonna have to explain that it has to be understood as a product of its time.

You see, it used to get cold outside

elfwreck:

nerdyseb:

elodieunderglass:

marthawells:

The myth that panic, looting, and antisocial behavior increases during the apocalypse (or apocalyptic-like scenarios) is in fact a myth—and has been solidly disproved by multiple scientific studies. The National Earthquake Hazards Reduction Program, a research group within the United States Federal Emergency Management Administration (FEMA), has produced research that shows over and over again that “disaster victims are assisted first by others in the immediate vicinity and surrounding area and only later by official public safety personnel […] The spontaneous provision of assistance is facilitated by the fact that when crises occur, they take place in the context of ongoing community life and daily routines—that is, they affect not isolated individuals but rather people who are embedded in networks of social relationships.” (Facing Hazards and Disasters: Understanding Human Dimensions, National Academy of Sciences, 2006). Humans do not, under the pressure of an emergency, socially collapse. Rather, they seem to display higher levels of social cohesion, despite what media or government agents might expect…or portray on TV. Humans, after the apocalypse, band together in collectives to help one another—and they do this spontaneously. Disaster response workers call it ‘spontaneous prosocial helping behavior’, and it saves lives.

I’ve been sharing this article a lot recently! I think it’s important

#stop believing capitalism’s myths about human nature#and start remembering that we are the descendants of the first animals to bury their dead with flowers#we are all alive because of kindness. because of cooperation. because of companionship. because of mutual aid.#we did not become the dominant species based on rugged individualism: we survived together. and that’s the only way forward. (via @robotmango)

The real reason the right-wingers like to push “individualism” - they’re terrified that, if people start helping each other and status is based on who is the most supportive and useful in their community, they’ll be known as abject failures. They like supporting a system where empathy is considered a disadvantage.

not-to-be-a-brit-but-tea:

saltystoat:

sinisterscientist:

sinisterscientist:

Bob Ross would have fucking LOVED minecraft

Its your world where you can do anything you want. You can put anything you want in it. You can put the happy little trees anywhere

This is the purest thing I’ve read today

i’m really soft today and this made me softer

millennial-review:

jade-kyo:

positive-memes:

Caught being good (again!)

I feel like Reeves is one of the few genuinely good people left in the world of celebrities

queeranarchism:

One of the problems of what I am for now going to call accountability culture (because it stretches far beyond call outs) is that it makes doing nothing or silently withdrawing the safe option.

We’ve made being accountable into a terrifying and humiliating and very public experience, so logically most people avoid it at all cost, which can create a kind of ‘always playing it safe’ approach.

If someone gets called out, cutting them out of your life is always going to be safer than deciding to help them change and having to defend that you’re still spending time with them.
If an organization abuses power, walking out makes sure you are not complicit, but also means there is one less conscientious person in that organization willing to stop the process.
If you never stand by people who experience a different kind of oppression than you, you can at least be sure never to be a ‘bad ally’.

If you keep your head down, you won’t have to be accountable for anything. If you withdraw at the first sign of ‘problematic’ things, you won’t have to be accountable for anything. If you never do the difficult work of trying to fix a messy situation, you won’t have to be accountable for anything. If you never make anything your responsibility, you won’t have to be accountable for anything.

This encourages a passive attitude where we care more about not being part of a problem than about solving the problem.

If we want to actually solve problems, we need for more space for making mistakes, for being flawed, for the struggle within the messy complicit processes of change. The willingness to engage in imperfect change should be acknowledged as a good thing. Passiveness and treating others as disposable to stay out of all controversy shouldn’t be rewarded.  

flawlessbeautyqueens:

Taraji P. Henson photographed by Robbie Fimmano for InStyle Magazine (January 2019)

copperbadge:

geekerypeekery:

bunny-butch:

markv5:

Котовьи общежития

Котовьи общежития

“Kitty dormitory”

@copperbadge

Stackable cats for all you urban-dwellers!

Russian nesting cats or….

CATRYOSHKAS

glumshoe:

slinkanorabundyblr:

glumshoe:

I do not doubt you, but my lips are as harsh and unforgiving as the bitter wind that blows through these streets… the rattling breath of a corrupted city.

Just mix sugar and coconut oil and stop being an edgy bitch.

The detective watched the thin ring of hot orange ash creep along the cigarette towards his fingers. If he did nothing, if he did not move, it might eventually reach his hand and burn the rough skin between his middle and index fingers. What did he care? It’d be just another scar from a world that handed out pain and suffering with the feverish enthusiasm of a sidewalk church pamphleteer.

Or perhaps it would give up and burn itself out before then.

A throat cleared on the other side of the desk, stirring him from his thoughts. “Aren’t you going to inhale that?” asked his new client. “You’re wasting a good smoke.”

The detective ground the cigarette into the ashtray, finally reuniting it with its fallen kin. “Nah,” he said. “I don’t smoke. Just like to watch ‘em burn.”

“Oh.” His client shifted his weight from one foot to the other and scratched the back of his neck. It was a nervous, artificial gesture, as fake the hair at the crown of his head. “I see.”

“That’s the history of humankind, isn’t it?” The last tendrils of smoke curled towards the ceiling. “Sitting by and watching the world burn, waiting to see if it’ll hurt you. Wouldn’t you agree, ah…?”

“Marshall. Stephan Marshall.” Marshall glanced at the sign on the detectives desk. “Is that… is that your real name…?”

“Damn shame, isn’t it?” The detective sighed. “Saved me from the prospect of marriage, though. There isn’t a girl in the world who’d want to be Mrs. Edgy Bitch.”

Marshall’s lips half-quirked into an uncertain smile. “Why don’t you change it? My offices deal with name-change requests all the time, it’s easy enough if you have the right form.”

Detective Edgy Bitch snorted at that and gestured at the door and the window behind him. “Bit late for that,” he said. “I already had all the frosted glass signage made up. Pain in the ass to have changed now.”

spiderlassie:

Piece of media: *uses an unconventional yet humorous speech pattern*

Me, an autism: oh goddamnit not again

shubbabang:

russianchaosgaygent:

shubbabang:

Hmmmmm, looks like I was somehow shadow banned. Not seeing my blog pop up in searches. Very cool, very cool.

Banished to the shadow realm, gotta beat staff in a Yu-Gi-Oh duel