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Thiiiin Miiiiintssss

(at last, you are mine again)


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#IIRC I haven’t been in America during Girl Scout cookie season since 2007 #(Girl Guides have mint cookies but they’re just not the same) #we carefully arranged our latest NY grocery trip to fall on a day with a booth sale in the right location #possibly we should have bought more than five boxes of Thin Mints #the first one is nearly gone #but we did buy a further five boxes of assorted other types of cookie so there’s that #(we exploited NY’s lower cost of living to the tune of probably a good $200) #(and we did not spend *all* of it on egg challah and Girl Scout cookies and Cheez-Its and miracle chicken fingers) #((the chicken fingers were from a brand I thought went out of business a dozen years ago)) #((turns out my tastes are no longer compatible but I’m glad to have had a chance to find out)) #(and anyway if we weren’t eating American delicacies we’d be eating Canadian food instead and paying for that) #(so it’s not like the Cheez-Its and whatnot are a total loss) #home of the brave #food #tag rambles #(P.S. they didn’t have Thin Mint ice cream) #(which was disappointing but we might end up just crumbling some Thin Mints into chocolate ice cream ourselves) #oh look an original post


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lizardywizard:

responsible-reanimation:

lizardywizard:

Tbqh I think the problem is that most societies see being animal as a punishment

The other day I was reading about the Spider-Man musical out of morbid curiosity, and this theme was relevant- the musical had an Arachne motif that nobody liked or asked for, and part of that is the fact that in Greek myth, becoming an animal is a humiliating punishment for hubris, but in comics it means kickass powers.

From a review quoted on the Wiki:

For today’s audiences, such transformations are liberating — literally “empowering” – whereas for the ancients, they were, more often than not, humiliations, punishments for inappropriate or overweening behavior. … At the heart of the Spider-Man disaster is the essential incompatibility of those two visions of physical transformation – the ancient and the modern, the redemptive and the punitive, visions that Taymor tried, heroically but futilely, to reconcile.

Interesting! Superheroes often do have animal motifs, you’re right.

That said, the other thing that I’ve noticed: when people get transformed in a “yay powers!” way, it’s often a change that still allows them to remain visibly human, for the most part.

Spider-Man can take off his suit and he’s just Peter Parker. Batman is just a costume. There’s a fad for werewolf and vampire stories now (or I guess there was a few years ago? is that dead yet?), but werewolves get to be human most of the time, and vampires don’t look that different (and in some of them, the fangs only show when they’re biting, or they don’t have fangs at all). I thought of Wolverine, but actually his claws are retractable too; I guess some of the X-Men have permanently visible nonhumanity, like Nightcrawler, but he’s hardly a big name.

I get that this is supposed to be because most humans don’t relate to visibly non-human individuals. Well, except in My Little Pony. And Undertale. And– you know what, that’s pretty much a lie. Humans can relate to ridiculously proportionated cartoon ponies, anthropomorphic rabbits evading human hunters, and living de-fleshed skeletons just fine. And yet you almost never get the story of “I turned into a less human thing, and I’m never going to be fully human again, and you know what? This is fine.”

I guess it’s that particular story people don’t relate to; in other stories, it’s easy to see the animal as just a metaphor, but if you’re presented with “this character was human” on the one hand and “this character is now something other-than-human” on the other, it’s usually either a punishment or something they can easily hide.

This is a slightly weird discussion for me to read, because when I think of animal-transformation stories in pop culture, the first thing that comes to mind is Brother Bear. While the transformation does start as a punishment, in the end the protagonist chooses to remain a bear permanently. (And if you look at the reviews quoted in that wiki article, the primary problem the reviewers seemed to have with it was that it was too cliche. One of them also specifically cites the ending as one of the good bits.)


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#reply via reblog #to be fair I do have a soft spot for that movie because it introduced me to Phil Collins

brin-bellway asked: Magnolia, Tulip, Locust

tennfan2:

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Haribo Twin Cherries. They are my unapologetic favorite. That said, I am fascinated by Cherry Mash, which I have never seen in the wild but by all descriptions is everything I like in one package.

Tulip: What kind of cake do I ask for on my birthday?

Ice cream cake with Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. But not that Carvel shit where there’s no cake. (That’s a fine ice cream treat, but is not ice cream cake.) The Baskin-Robbins kind where the ice cream gets all melted into the cake; that’s the stuff.

Locust: what’s your favorite book as a child?

Probably, let’s say, Where the Sidewalk Ends.

That’s a lie. A bald-faced lie. My favorite book was The Book Of Lists, which is exactly what it sounds like. Also I got really into Michael Eisner’s autobiography. I now realize that he tore out the beating heart of Disney Parks and consumed it so it’s not a favorite anymore.

Oh, and the Phantom Tollbooth. But largely because I have always wanted to work in a tollbooth.

And Star Trek novels until my mom realized they had sex in them and those got removed circulation.

Me and fiction, man.

Thanks @brin-bellway, and also @brentrx who sent me Magnolia as well.

Moar, people! Moar!

I thought the whole point of ice cream cake was that it was birthday cake for people who don’t like birthday cake! That’s why I always got Carvel cakes for my birthday back when I lived in America. They don’t sell them in Canada AFAIK, so we started making our own out of ice cream, brownies, often Canadian pseudo-Thin-Mints, and sometimes chocolate whipped cream.


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#food #reply via reblog #did you know the Girl Scouts of Western New York continue cookie sales until early April? #we have carefully planned our next grocery trip to fall on a day they will be selling cookies near where we’re going #soon we shall have *proper* Thin Mints again #maybe if we are very lucky Wegmans or Tops will even sell us Thin Mint ice cream #I have not have Thin Mint ice cream in nine years and I miss it dearly


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drinkyourjuicerodriguez:

just because i’m curious, reblog and put in the tags what musicians your parents loved to listen to and raised you on


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#Fleetwood Mac #(*fistbumps with Llin*) #Billy Joel #some ABBA #Mom had this set of three mix CDs that she played to death #but it can’t be summed up in terms of musicians #I could probably go get them and write up the tracklists if anyone’s curious enough #music

iwillbeyourhands:

something i’m curious about: where are you from, and is it normal to see fireflies in the summer?

 

choppye:

Auckland New Zealand and HELL NO

 

macateallthespookings:

my mom lives in NC and during the summer the treeline behind her house lights up with so many fireflies that it looks like flickering stars in a darker part of the night sky

 

iwillbeyourhands:

yeah this is my experience, basically a constant lights show in the summer 

 

timefortigers:

ive never seen a firefly in my life

 

wufflesvetinari:

in suburban michigan you may see a single firefly at night and it will be a Big Deal. if you go to the more wooded areas, you’ll see them flashing on and off regularly (still not that intense though)

 

ladyyatexel:

Everywhere in Pennsylvania. They’re actually our state insect.

 

jewishdragon:

California

No

 

thetransintransgenic:

Some places have fireflies and some places do not and the places that do not are WRONG AND BAD BECAUSE FIREFLIES ARE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING.

Raising a child in a place that does not have Sufficient Fireflies is basically ALMOST AS TERRIBLE as gendering your child, which is very terrible indeed.

(</sarcasm>. Except about the “gendering children is terrible”. And the “fireflies are awesome”. But it’s okay and not abuse if there are no fireflies, I guess. Even though fireflies are awesome.)

 

sinesalvatorem:

I have seen, like, one firefly (or maybe another luminous flying bug?) every few months in the couple Caribbean countries I’ve lived in. It seems to be completely unrelated to seasons there.

I miss New Jersey’s fireflies. I haven’t seen a firefly since I moved to southern Ontario.

(To be fair, I don’t go out at dusk very often here, so it’s possible there’s some around and they’re just less blatant.)


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#reply via reblog #home of the brave #our home and cherished land

inquisitivefeminist:

Me: *has emotions*

Me: time to deal with this in a Positive and Healthy manner

Me: *stuffs myself so full of mashed potatoes there is no room for the emotions anymore*

Mashed potatoes are the Platonic ideal of childhood-nostalgia comfort food. I actually feel nostalgic when I eat them even though I never ate mashed potatoes growing up.


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#reply via reblog #disordered eating


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(somewhat related to this thread:)

I think I may have just figured out why I hate “The Little Drummer Boy”. (I mean, more than most Christmas songs.)

My mom’s been rewatching The West Wing lately. I was mostly drowning it out on my headphones, as there’s rather a lot of awkwardness in The West Wing for my liking, but when they started playing “The Little Drummer Boy” I didn’t think I could safely drown it out. So, I ended up watching the final bit, and I was like ‘…hang on, wait a minute’.

I asked Mom when she first started watching The West Wing.

“I think I saw this episode when it originally aired.”

The episode was set in the then-present day of Christmas 1999. I was six years old the first time I saw this episode, with several re-runs over the next few years. Tiny Brin at her most relevantly psychologically vulnerable, hearing “The Little Drummer Boy” played over a funeral. Hello, Pavlov, my old friend.


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#oh look an original post #West Wing #death tw #(the following category tags were added retroactively:) #Christmas #music

nevermindbinarity asked: 24 and 33

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24. Baths or showers?

These days, showers. Baths were nice as a kid, but they lose a lot of their appeal when you grow too tall to float in the bathtub.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I’m actually in the middle of eating my typical breakfast right now. It’s a single-serving peach yogurt cup. I eat a fruit yogurt cup for every non-Passover breakfast I spend at home (which is nearly all of them; about the only occasions I leave home before noon are exams, travelling, and the occasional unusually-early field trip). (Breakfasts away from home are a (carefully checked for freshness) peanut butter granola bar, or a cup of orange juice if I’m in a hotel that serves breakfast. Passover breakfasts early on are leftover charoset. Later in the week it’s often a piece of fruit, but a large part of what I get out of keeping Passover is taking a break from culinary routines, so anything goes, really.)

I like all of the Beatrice fruit yogurt flavours to one extent or another, but there’s a definite hierarchy of “buy this type only if the store is out of the higher-ranked types”. (The hierarchy changes every so often: currently it’s peach–>strawberry–>raspberry–>blueberry, but I’m thinking of switching strawberry and peach.)

(I can’t do big, rich breakfasts. My stomach wakes up very slowly: it takes 2 – 3 hours after I wake up before I can even eat the yogurt. If I’m in a situation where I have to conform to someone else’s schedule, I can get it down to 1 – 1.5 hours in a pinch, but it’s not fun.)


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#growing too tall to float in the bathtub was the beginning of the Dark Times #it was hard to find anything else that soothing and that readily available #tales from the askbox #ask meme #food #nevermindbinarity

I Am Depressed And Need To Argue About Something

sinesalvatorem:

thatismyright:

sinesalvatorem:

I am feeling low-key suicidal (In the sense of “I would like to die” rather than “I expect to kill myself”. I have high self-control.) and need to distract myself from how awful being alive is. The best distraction that was recommended to me was passionately arguing about something.

As such, I am appealing to Tumblr to send me asks, or reblog this post, with questions about controversial subjects, unpopular opinions, blatant edge-lordery, links to terrible (but reasonably short) Tumblr posts, or anything else that could put me in a fiery state of “someone is Wrong on the Internet”.

I may not be able to reply to All The Things, because bad brains, and my responses may be poor-quality or not endorsed by sane!Alison, but I will feel better while writing what I can.

If you can’t think of anything (you don’t need to reply with anything good, but if you still can’t) but would like to help, reblogging this post at all increases the likelihood that someone will want to edge-lord in my direction.

(Oh, and sending my complimentary asks (even without anything to argue about) helps a lot.)

Claims that public (non-nude) kink is unethical or immoral are stupid purity instincts and have no connection to real consequences. I don’t care if you think that “you’re part of my scene and don’t consent to it”; that’s a fact about your state of mind, not about a state of reality, and my and my sub’s right to do what we want trumps your desire not to be uncomfortable.

…I think I agree with this, actually? IDK if it’s just the fact that I lack purity instincts and can’t properly understand the people who have them, but this seems really reasonable to me and always has.

If something seemed perfectly OK (if quaint) to you when you didn’t know the motivation for it was sexual, it does not become bad upon you learning that it is, in fact, sexual. The goodness or badness of an action is separate from it’s intentions and motivation. It’s about consequences. If wearing a collar as a fashion statement is OK (because it harms no one), then doing so because it turns you on is no better or worse.

Why do people oppose this, anyway? Followers with purity instincts? Followers who agree regardless of squick reactions? Followers who disagree but know how to steelman it? What exactly is going on here?

This is going to sound weird, please bear with me, but the main reason I value my discomfort around public sexual acts (for broad definitions of such) is precisely because I don’t have an explanation behind it.

Okay, look. I often worry that I don’t have any moral sense of my own, that I only do what I do and think what I think because I have been told to do and think these things. I mean, how could I tell whether a belief in something’s wrongness is really mine or just someone else’s? I can trace nearly everything back to people telling me what to think; maybe I would have thought that way anyway, maybe I wouldn’t. Who can say?

Note that word. Nearly everything.

Because then I look back, and I see a girl, perhaps nine or ten years old. Her Girl Scout meeting has just ended, and the kids are passing the time while they wait for their parents to come pick them up. One of the others pulls a yo-yo out of her bag and swings it in front of another kid’s face. She intones “You are getting veeery sleeepyyy…”

Our protagonist yells at them. “Don’t do that! It’s wrong!”

Kid 3 (the one watching the yo-yo): “Why?”

Kid 2 (the one holding it): “It’s not like I’m really hypnotizing her. It’s just a game.”

She can’t explain why it’s wrong. She doesn’t know. There’s just something in her, bone-deep, visceral, screaming protest at this situation. Can’t they hear the alarm bells going off in their heads?

(Maybe they can’t. The other children’s thought processes are often alien. Perhaps this is just another instance.)

Nobody told that girl to believe that it was wrong. Nobody had even given her enough information to extrapolate that it was wrong. (It will be several more years before she learns about hypnosis fetishism, before she learns that the word she was looking for here was “indecent”.) But she thought it was wrong anyway.

That girl is still part of me. She was clearly not entirely lacking in innate moral sense, and by extension neither am I.

Now, I’m not saying that we as a society should all abide by my moral sense. I mean, if nothing else I can’t think of a way of making it practical. It’s all very well for me to avoid doing erotic things in public and avoid spectating when other people do unintentionally erotic things in public (and I do try to), but what about…if I understood correctly, you yourself recently said you tend to pick up any kink you learn about. How are people like that supposed to get by in the world? The set of things they’re allowed to do would be ever more limited.

So, I agree to let people do public sexual acts, but I do it grudgingly. I don’t really want to be okay with it. Not being okay with it is something I can point to as unambiguously myself, and I do not have enough of those to spare.

P.S. I’m curious, on what grounds do you carve out an exception for nudity-involving things in the “public kink is okay” view? What makes nudity less okay than anything else?


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#probability that the reason I value the capacity for independent opinions in the first place is because I was told to: high #irony levels: staggering #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #occasionally I come across people casually stating that children don’t have a sense of privacy about sex until taught to #*bullshit* #(well) #(bullshit as a rule for *everyone*) #(I have noticed that whenever I hear other stories) #(of young children who don’t know they’re kinky and unknowingly erotic games) #(the storyteller’s younger self is always the one *instigating* the games) #(not the one freaking out at them)


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comparativelysuperlative:

wirehead-wannabe:

thelandofmaps:

[1200×912] Map of cryptozoological creatures for most of America’s regions
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You should all move to the Midwest! We’re certified monster free!

DC: Congress.


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#home of the brave #so basically a lot of humans and plesiosaurs is what I’m getting from this #and also that I have still not forgiven my fellow Girl Scouts for ignoring me when I asked to be brought up to speed on this ‘Jersey Devil’ #instead just continuing on with their at best semi-penetrable conversation #about how we were in a cabin in the middle of the Pine Barrens and *anything* could *happen* #anything except learning what the fucking Jersey Devil is