If you’re being excluded by a bunch of people because you said something racist, sexist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, fatphobic, or any number of things that hurt/offend marginalized people, it’s not because they’re “too uptight” or “don’t have a sense of humor.”
It’s because you’re being a…
Truth.
can we talk about how i was sitting there going ‘no no no i’m not ready to watch my krogan son die’
AND IF THAT WERE IN FACT THE CASE AND YOU WERE GOING TO BE BREAKING SHEPARD’S MAGICAL BUTT-HYMEN
no you don’t understand legion and i are getting space…
detail
Alchemy
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post apocalyptic
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nature
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This is of a measure of importance to any fellow Canadians out there.
I don’t think I need to remind anyone why this is a bad idea.
Basically, the bill gives full access to all information on your computer to whoever happens to be appointed to it at the time, at any time, without a warrant, without any warning or notification to you. They’re pushing for it “to catch pedophiles”, with the implication that anyone against the bill is either a pedophile or doesn’t care about the safety of the nation’s children. It’s insultingly obvious propaganda, and it’s got to stop.
Consider also that Harper has actually had people ushered away from his conservative party rallies for something as slight as having a photo taken with the leader of another party posted on Facebook.
Spread this around. Delete my words if you find them irrelevant, boring, or counterproductive, but please, spread this around.
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
MIKAYLA. THIS.
The straw hat. The goggling yellow eyes. The stare. The fluff. The owlyowlyowly. This owl is a kindred spirit, I can tell. Relevant to my interests. Yes.
Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Lindsay.
Tumblr what are you doing.
What is this, Tumblr?
What did you get all over my post? Explain yourself, Tumblr.There was none of this in my text post editor. When I go into the editor, to try and fix it, it vanishes.
I thought we were past this, Tumblr. I thought you had matured.
I’m not angry, Tumblr. I just think you should own up to this and take responsibility for your actions.
You made that mess, and I think you should clean it up, Tumblr.
And if you won’t, the least you can do is let me fix it. Stop trying to hide your silly little mistakes, Tumblr.
We both know what you did.
Yes.
Situation bleak.
Two minutes in, I already have radiation poisoning, a pack of wild deformed dogs nipping my heels, and a thing called an emission, sort of like a massive, intense storm that seems to pressurize the very air and drains your health, booming overhead as I struggle towards a rusted out boat for shelter, only to be mistaken for a mutant and shot at by a crazed wastelander with an itchy trigger finger. Not to be dissuaded from saving my own sorry hide by hiding out in what appears, to my sewer-crawling wet-behind-the-ears blinking-in-the-sunlight tunnel trash self, to be the only viable shelter for miles, I check my weapon and open the door a second time, ready to feed his brains to his damned dog. He trains his gun on me and I mirror the action as I step inside, turning only to pull the door shut behind me. I put my weapon away and decide to chat him up. As it turns out, he’s the guy I was sent looking for, and he’s going to help me find my way down to the place I heard one of the helicopters I’m looking for crashed. Well, whaddya know. So, I decided to rest there for a bit and wait out the emission.
How great is that? Noah’s an NPC who acts defensive and actually fires at you if you burst in through the door and startle him. He’s afraid of mutants. And he’s obviously a bit mad, but I appreciate the detail of his behaviour. I actually adore this.
The fact that the place I’m in right now looks like home is just great. I love seeing a more real scale in games, especially in a game set in an alternative version of this world. I like my wastelands desolate and unkind. I like the noise system, too, and the way it makes you wary of your own footsteps. I caught myself listening to my own steps quite intently, searching for any discrepancy, any sign that I was not alone. This game is already pretty neat, very immersive to someone like me who enjoys wandering around, exploring and trying to avoid conflict.
I must say, I don’t mind not being able to understand most of the non-conversation dialogue. As much as I’d love to be fluent in Russian and a dozen other beautiful languages, I’ve decided to appreciate the extra sense of isolation that comes from not understanding what others are saying when they’re talking amongst themselves or yelling at you from across the field as they try to gun you down. That said, the voice changeup that happens when the stalker’s sidekick stops whatever he’s saying and tells you to go talk to the boss is hilarious. Monsters attacking mid-dialogue is also hilarious. What have you done to me, entirety of previous gaming experience? Conversations don’t stop time, and horrible mutant dog creatures don’t stop for anyone!
I think I’m probably going to die a lot. I’m looking forward to various silly stories about being utterly destroyed by this game and cursing my way through it.
Also, I read somewhere that in this game vodka helps you deal with radiation sickness. That is hilarious and awesome. Going to go find some vodka.
Xylocopa caerulea “Blue Carpenter bee”
Hey Abstract! AbstractInvader! I told you I’d find them, didn’t I?
So much love. These are beautiful photos of beautiful creatures. I love bees, their little heart-shaped faces, their furry tufty legs, the arc of their abdomen. These bees are just something else, though. Stunning
There you have it, a hisser giving birth! These guys will be returned to the colony after the mother eats some food. 63 nymphs total in this litter.
Oh… Oh boy. I guess birth can be traumatic regardless of species but… Oh. And she’s okay? Well done?
This image set is so cool. It makes me feel a little bit itchy, but I can’t look away. Fascinating stuff. Is she nuzzling them? That’s really adorable.
This is the Mantle Woman. She seems to feed on nervous energy, and is drawn to the anxious, exhausted, and stressed out. As such, she hangs around schools, hospitals, and workplaces, but seems in the habit of drifting after the nervous, following them wherever they go, unless she encounters someone else of interest. Apart from the jitters, common characteristics in those she follows are difficult to decipher.
Feeding on excess nervous energy, she seems to emanate a sense of soothing. People who have been followed by her have reported feeling progressively more and more calm. That is, until they spot her.
The Mantle Woman seems more or less harmless, and is known to shy away from too much attention. She is, however, an unusual and startling sight by some standards, and her habit of fading slowly in and out of vision and passing through solid objects can be unnerving. If the person she is following reacts with an undue amount of shock, fear, or aggression, even though these energies could sustain her, she seems to become upset, perhaps ashamed. My speculation is that she’s bothered that she has upset someone. She seems well-meaning. Other entities with similar feeding patterns have come to rely on the shock of their appearance or voices to provoke fear and anxiety, but she seems to want only to help.
She is most visible at the in-between hours when both the sun and moon are in the sky or on their way to trading places, and best seen in one’s peripheral vision. Her voice is soft and with a great range of pitch, with a faint choral quality, muffled by her hands and mantle. She does not seem able to communicate vocally. However, this is not confirmed, and she is known to be shy, so she could just be waiting for an appropriate time to speak. I have never seen her mouth, and I do not know how many hands or feet she has. She floats, as though through water. Her feet often gently graze the ground, but never bear any weight. She appreciates manners and quiet.
She carries a faint scent of lavender, pine, fog, and ozone (the smell of rain), but I imagine that might be variable from person to person. This sort of entity often has some variable characteristic, be it smell or appearance or voice. I am currently studying her in an attempt to learn more. Her presence is a welcome one.
EDIT: You can see the image at a higher resolution in our gallery, linked in the source.
Still fiddling around with the Mantle Woman. Today it’s the colour of her legs. I’m fond of the red, it’s very striking, but I’m concerned it will draw attention away from the rest of the image… I’m trying to figure out a way of integrating the red a bit less… Aggressively. Might end up just using the full red. I just don’t want it to be distracting. We’ll see.
