kontextmaschine

Think when the mimosa goes I’m gonna replace it with a wisteria standard, which’ll still have the thick cascading color effect (especially starting from a base behind a retaining wall feet above the sidewalk) but not climb enough to compete with the other canopies around

(A “standard” is something not naturally a “tree” grown shaped into a tree form. The “smoke tree” already out front is really a smoke bush standard. Wisterias are vines, training them to standard has them growing a “trunk” up a support pole and spreading from there.)

evilvillain123456789:

When I was 15, a christian cyber-witch on deviantart cursed me heavily as a result of my slight interest in drawings of women turning into armchairs that I accidentally let slip during a debate we were having. She made it so, any image I masturbate to will disappear from both the internet and all devices overnight, and to this day I use it regularly on the selfies that my more unsightly mutuals upload

andhetakesandhetakesandhetakes:

it’s 2023 and there’s still one useful app that no one has developed called “Why is there a helicopter here” that when you see a helicopter in the area tells you what they are doing up there

echohousehold:

o1ie:

o1ie:

brb going outside to wistfully observe the reflections of the shop lights in the wet streets

thats what im fucking talking about

good post, op

powerburial:

The Femme Fatale: You know, for a detective, you’re quite clueless.

The Clueless Detective: What the fuck? Why would you say that to me?

fortooate:

fakehistory:

Founding Fathers react after seeing John Hancock’s signature on the Declaration of Independence. (1776 - Colorized)

orteil42:

we regret to inform you. our sincerest apologies for exposing you to knowledge

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play-now-my-lord:

truck hitting a monster blunt

xenosagaepisodeone:

a dumb throwaway seasonal anime being a dumb throwaway seasonal anime doesn’t mean it’s above criticism (even if being dumb is “the point”), but I feel as if the 5 hours that paid(?) contributors for a blog titled Anime Feminist spent watching a series called Onimai: My Older Brother is Now My Sister⁉️ would have been better used watching something more ambitious

aeryxi:

admiraltx:

YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGS

iteratedextras:

iteratedextras:

For the record, “eradicate transgenderism” is roughly the same sort of thing as “abolish whiteness.”

In fact, I’d wager that “eradicate transgenderism” was inspired by “abolish whiteness.” Someone watched the dumb justifications for “abolish whiteness” and decided they didn’t want to miss out on the fun of “I’m not touching you!” eliminationist rhetoric.

Fuck, man, imagine if instead of “The Day of the Rake,” some guy rolled up on you like “we’re going to disestablish Canadians.”

“the problem of transsexualism would best be served by morally mandating it out of existence” – Janice Raymond, 1979

determinate-negation:

kushblazer666:

whatever take any of you may struggle to make sense of this with, some central european guy in probably 1905 already explained this exact phenomenon based on clinical material with patients, this is why everyone should get into psychoanalysis

afloweroutofstone:

Bro what

neo-soulless:

ca314159bara:

gordon ramsay: fuck me, is that a fucking past version of myself? from before i tried the main course?
waiter: side effect of the house’s special sauce, sorry sir
gordon ramsay: jesus christ now he’s coming over here
gordon ramsay: who the fuck are you, why do you look like me
gordon ramsay, ignoring gordon ramsay: god damnit, this obviously didn’t happen in my original timeline
waiter: sometimes the chef doesn’t put enough tomatoes and the time loop isn’t perfectly stable
gordon ramsay: not perfectly stable love? i know this isn’t your fault but this is a fucking paradox! my past self is obviously not going to have the sauce in the first place now, and this version of myself will never come to be! it’s unsanitary! please bring the chef here i need to have a word with him
both gordon ramsays, in perfect unison, looking at the camera: bloody hell, my notions of causality crushed and for what, some soggy fucking pasta?

Alright, I did a half-session of smashing on Blueberry Hill, about the maximum practical with the new accelerated fatigue. Yeah, about 2.5 left.

Then came back and opened the window next to my chair for the first time this year.