Tweet 1: Men, for all of history: Women and gays aren’t allowed Women and gays: Create something inclusive for everyone who isn’t a bigot Men: That’s gatekeeping
Tweet 2:
Men, for all of history: We’d be fine with you making your own games and comics and cartoons, we just want to keep the existing stuff for only us! Women and gays: Make new media for everyone Men: Not like that
Tweet 3: Men, for all of history: Never show any interest in cartoons and toys aimed at girls Women and gays: Revitalize an 80’s toy ad cartoon and make it current for the times Men: We are deeply concerned about this reimagining of our most favorite beloved character, where are her tits
Tweet 4:
Men: If media aimed at young girls doesn’t show exclusively women that I would like to fuck, how are these young girls going to know to grow up into women that I want to fuck? Misandry, also rainbow hair is poison
Tweet 5:
Men: Respond to this thread with Not All Men, Ur Using a Broad Tipped Brush, Ur Generalizing, etc Me: Yeah no shit, oh yeah also you’re muted now have being mad quietly
i had to watch this like 5 times because of no captions but lmao if someone makes a transcript for this it would be bomb
transcript: “So we have these Santas at work, right, okay? We have black and we have white Santas. And they’re like creepy, five-foot tall, lifelike animatronic… like, Santas that hold plates of cookies and milk, and they kinda look like they could wake up and come to life and murder you in your sleep– and they don’t include batteries, but we have these Santas. Like nothing screams ‘festive holiday cheer’ like a big, hulking Santa. Um. Nothin’ will jingle your jangles more. So, um, this woman comes in and she’s like, “Do you have these?” and I’m like, “Oh my god, yeah!” So a couple weeks ago we sold out of our white Santas, and we are down to like, three black Santas. And so, I take her to the aisle, I show her the Santas, and the first thing out of her mouth is, “I’m not racist, but…” and I’m like, well, I can’t– I’m not in the position to decide if you are or not, but if like– if I could use context clues and infer, uh, I would say maybe that you might be. And three, we’re talking about Santa. Like– (stuttering) did we switch subjects? And so, um, I’m in like, I– the next thing that pops out of her mouth is like, “This is not right.” and I’m like, okay, I’m sorry, but this is what the picture was. And she’s like, “No. Santa is white.” And I’m like, oh no, okay. Okay. So I’m in– I’m about to tell her, I’m like, mid-sentence, like, “I’m sorry, do you want me to go call another store, do you need me to, like, write you a raincheck just in case we we get any more.” And she’s like, “This is wrong, I want them taken down.” She interrupts me, says that, and I’m like, (pause). I like, look around, and I’m like, is she talking to me? Is this, like, my own, like, personal hell? But like, of course it is. So, um, I’m like, “I can’t take these Santas down.” And she’s like, “Why not?!” And I’m like, “You either have to buy them, or take them down yourself.” And that was like, the stupidest thing I could have ever said, because– (sighs) she takes this bag, with like, Jesus’s face, like, slammed right in the middle as a design– it’s big– she takes it off her shoulder, and starts beating these black Santas! She starts beating these Santas down, they were like, falling down… and I’m like, oh my god! What– what is happening? So like, I step in the middle of her and these Santas and I’m like, “Ma’am, ma’am, you need to leave, you need to stop, or I’m going to have to call someone.” So she like, stops, and she’s like, beet red, and like, huffin’ and puffin’, and she like, looks at me and I can tell she’s just trying to get like, a one-liner in, and she’s like, “The Santa I know is white.” And then she walks away. And I’m like, well– I’m processing what’s happening, while also thinking, like, the Santa you know? Santa’s not real. So unless you’re using an ouija board to contact good old Kris Kringle, um, from like, B.C. or whenever, I’m like, that’s pretty impressive, but how ya doin’ that. And, um, I– the last thought that ran through my mind is that, I’m like, I would hate to be in the room with her when she finds out that Jesus is not white.”
I think many of us need a space for softness, kindness and warmth these days. It’s so easy to fall into nihilism and hopelessness the way things are now, and difficult to remember that we’ve still got eachother. You deserve a space to recharge and feel loved and welcome.
Hey if I ever like or reblog something from your intra-fandom nemesis or whatever pls don’t hate me or think I’m taking sides because straight up I don’t know wtf kind of Greek tragedies are playing out in this fandom half the time
Don’t put it back, its an aggressive invasive species
Christ
That’s a lot of nuggets right there
can u imagine going noodlin and this chomps down on you oh my god
Duuuuude!! Catfish grow to the amount of food there is which means the river these guys came from must be plentiful as fuck, or it’s eating the native species. PSA: do NOT catch and release catfish. The fuckers will screw with the rivers ecosystem if they’re not native to the area. These are the sort of size fish that WILL have a go at eating people as well, they will probs chock but yeah. Catfish have little to no sight, since they’re bottom feeders they scout for food mostly using their feelers, and just swallow whatever they think can fit in their mouths.
I watch a lot of Jeremy Wades River Monsters when I’m bored. The shit he films is ridiculous and I love it.
Edit: Cat fish are also cannibals if there’s no other food source.
Big Gay Dracula Does a Shitpost 