zmavli:

dickgirlsdaily:

discoursedrome:

they’re always bringing experts or activists on the news to agitate about porn and there’s a standard script for this that’s like “I think sex education is important, I’m not anti-sex, but so much of this porn is violent and misogynistic if not outright illegal, and it’s far too accessible to our children”

I want to see someone finally be brave enough to say that the government should just make its own porn for teenagers that accords with community values, so they don’t have to go to these shady places to get it. I think the government porn would probably be pretty bad but I would be so eager to hear about the process of designing it. there would be so many stakeholders and consultations. in canada it would have to be bilingual

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BILINGUAL CANADIAN PORN NOW

how would they do it? just subtitles? or do the actors need to say the french line immediately followed by the english line and vice versa? or will there be a voiceover? will it be published twice, with the second having been dubbed?


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #our home and cherished land #politics cw? #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

nyancrimew:

transgayhawkeyepierce:

Everyone reblog with your most unemployable traits

okay so-


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #high context jokes #maybe #I guess future historians deciphering the monolith may or may not recognise Maia Arson Crimew here #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

mihai-florescu:

“college is the best years of your life” “college is for meeting new people and expanding your mind” wrong. college is for discovering new types of grief. also the timeloop


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#unfortunately true #I graduated almost three years ago and I have still not escaped the timeloop #and I have certainly been discovering new types of grief about it #adventures in University Land #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

aspharon:

The new Lego D&D set was revealed yesterday and it includes the CUTEST painting ever, obsessed

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#Lego #adorable #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

seat-safety-switch:

In Canada, we’re famous for our bilingualism. Sure, there’s other bilingual countries out there. Some might even be tri- or quadrilingual. We don’t know, and our media doesn’t tell us. All we do know is that when you pick up a cereal box from the shelf, you get to learn what the French name of the cereal is. It’s Cheerios. Couldn’t have guessed that.

All this means that, throughout your life in Anglo Canada, you are constantly getting a subliminal reinforcement of French. One day, you discover that you can actually read a reasonable amount of the microwave installation instructions despite having pulled the wrong manual out of the box. Shortly after that, you begin to feel a curiosity for this mysterious other culture. And by that, I mean you want to go buy a French car.

Unfortunately for me and my fellow Canucks, options for French cars are few and far between. The overwhelming hegemony of the Americans mean that the absolute weirdest stuff we get is made in Romania under contract to Germans using Japanese robots. Why do we not have Citroëns? There is no valid reason, other than the fact that they went nearly bankrupt the last time they tried to sell their cars here. That’s not supposed to discourage you, silly, General Motors has gone bankrupt three or four times while I’ve been writing these sentences!

So, if you’re out there, French automakers, please bring your weird cars to my country. We can go get a steamé and a Pepsi, and we can find out if the interior of your car holds up well to poutine gravy stains. It probably doesn’t, but that’s okay, I’ll still take the depreciated Francomobile and enjoy opulent luxury comfort on my way back to my home province, where the only French we use is to incorrectly pronounce the phrase “croissaint-wich” at the airport Burger King.


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#our home and cherished land #language #storytime #this is exactly what living in Canada is like #the signs at the airport are like ”n’oubliez pas oú est votre voiture!” and you’re like ”okay‚ sure‚ I won’t– wait” #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

maklodes:

benevolentgh0st:

a couple weeks ago this guy posted in the chicago pagan facebook group saying that he’s a djinn and that there’s a portal between here and egypt and only he and one other person had the power to close it and there was going to be a massive sandstorm… like dude, close the fucking portal, why are you even telling us this

Surely it would be far better to build a protective structure around one or both sides of the portal than to close it! Getting from Chicago O’Hare Airport to Cairo International Airport takes almost 14 hours last time I looked, and there’s an hour layover in Istanbul. (This was the best flight I saw on Google. Many are far worse!) Think of the potential of giving the US Midwest a direct link to Northeast Africa. A flight from Cairo to Rome is 3 hours and 25 minutes! You’d rather give that up than throw together some quick concrete and corrugated steel structure that could stop a sandstorm?

(Maybe the sandstorm is too imminent to do this, but even in that case, if the portal can’t be reopened, I’m inclined to think that it would be better in the long run to just evacuate Chicagoans in the area of the portal, ride out the sandstorm, and then prepare better in the future and exploit the portal’s potential.)


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#yeah pretty much #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

eiko-chatter:

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gay skating prom outfit!

bonus: blurry picture of my LED hair butterfly (project with @regexkind (she did most of the work))

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#first thought: oh Eiko would love this #second thought: *looks at OP’s username* oh. #yes. she certainly would. #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

cheeseanonioncrisps:

A murder mystery film set in a medieval village. After an outbreak of plague, the villagers make the decision to shut their borders so as to protect the disease from spreading (see the real life case of the village of Eyam). As the disease decimates the population, however, some bodies start showing up that very obviously were not killed by plague.

Since nobody has been in or out since the outbreak began, the killer has to be somebody in the local community.

The village constable (who is essentially just Some Guy, because being a medieval constable was a bit like getting jury duty, if jury duty gave you the power to arrest people) struggles to investigate the crime without exposing himself to the disease, and to maintain order as the plague-stricken villagers begin to turn on each other.

The killer strikes repeatedly, seemingly taking advantage of the empty streets and forced isolation to strike without witnesses. As with any other murder mystery, the audience is given exactly the same information to solve the crime as the detective.

Except, that is, whenever another character is killed, at which point we cut to the present day where said character’s remains are being carefully examined by a team of modern archaeologists and historians who are also trying to figure out why so many of the people in this plague-pit died from blunt force trauma.

The archaeologists and historians, btw, are real experts who haven’t been allowed to read the script. The filmmakers just give them a model of the victim’s remains, along with some artefacts, and they have to treat it like a real case and give their real opinion on how they think this person died.

We then cut back to the past, where the constable is trying to do the same thing. Unlike the archaeologists, he doesn’t have the advantage of modern tech and medical knowledge to examine the body, but he does have a more complete crime scene (since certain clues obviously wouldn’t survive to be dug up in the modern day) and personal knowledge from having probably known the victim.

The audience then gets a more complete picture than either group, and an insight into both the strengths and limits of modern archaeology, explaining what we can and can’t learn from studying a person’s remains.

At the end of the film, after the killer is revealed and the main plot is resolved, we then get to see the archaeologists get shown the actual scenes where their ‘victims’ were killed, so they can see how well their conclusions match up with what ‘really’ happened.


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#story ideas I will never write #murder cw #illness tw #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once