I grew up in a church where, every sunday, we insisted that we were eating the honest and true instantiation of a 2000 year old god, and then washed it down with his 2000 year old blood.
vore is a fucking baby compared to catholicism, which once got in trouble with the roman empire because it kept eating the humans it claimed to worship.
Guys who complain about the friendzone often don’t care about their female friends’ personal boundaries, forcing their female friends build more walls up. A good cartoon.
– submitted by Gene
why is he tearing down a wall with an axe
i hate it when your put in the friendzone and made to tear down a wall
Mr. Gorbachev…tear down this friendzone
how you gonna draw some shit that makes you look like Jack Nicholson in The Shining and still feel like you’re the victim
I DON’T *CHOP* UNDERSTAND *CHOP* WHY *CHOP* YOU CAN’T *CHOP* JUST *CHOP* LET ME *CHOP* BONE YOU *CHOP* ON AN INDEFINITE *CHOP* EXCLUSIVE *CHOP* BASIS *CHOP* WHEN *CHOP* I’M *CHOP* SO *CHOP* NIIIIIIIIIIIICE *CHOP*
“I’m going to wall you up now, Fortunato.”
“Ha ha, and then what? 😉 ”
“For the love of God, Montresor!” -Cask of Amontifriendzone, Edgar Allan Poe
Incessantly, I heard a smacking, as of some entitled dipshit whacking, whacking on my chamber door.
Resignedly, I placed another layer, voicing a quiet, repeated prayer, “This dude thinks he’s a player, but I am not a point to score, he should fuck off and bother me no more.”
Quoth the friendzoned, “Fucking whore.”
– The Craven, by Edward Allen Bro
edgar allen bro
Oh my god
holy shit
“Nice guy!” said I, “Total dildo–nice guy still if nerd or dudebro, Whether reddit sent, or whether romcoms tossed thee here ashore, Barely known yet still entitled, holding now your Tom Waits vinyl, Begging me for something primal, tell me truly, I implore Is this–is this shit for fucking real? Tell me, tell me, I implore! Quoth the friendzoned, “Fucking whore.”
“Nice guy!” said I, “Total dildo–nice guy still if nerd or dudebro, By the mores that you abuse thus, by those films we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, by stalking me through Facebook, You have gained a twisted outlook of whom those tropes are for, Paint a rare and radiant dream girl whilst you remain a bore, Quoth the friendzoned, “Fucking whore.”
“Be that slur our sign of parting, creep or douche!” I shrieked, upstarting, “Get thee back to lonely anguish and your friend’s used comic store! Leave no white rose as a token of the lust you claim heartbroken, Leave my scathing words to soak in! Quit the name calling of ‘whore’, When you lust for every girl, but when they say nay they are whores! Quoth the friendzoned, “Fucking whore.”
And the friendzoned, never scoring, still imploring, still imploring, On some fetid old subreddit for a girl who will adore The nicer guys and not the “douchebags”, unaware that it’s a red flag To be his soulmate o’er him learning they both like the movie Thor To fuck him for being nerdy even though he is a bore, Then she says no–fucking whore.
that internal rhyme scheme is a fucking master class
do u guys understand how creepy the pledge of allegiance is though like every day when ur a kid everybody just chants how great america is every morning it’s creepy
You do that every morning???
EVERY MORNING.
wait
wait
is this a real thing i thought that was just in the simpsons
no son
Wait, other countries don’t do this.
*whispers* Not even Russia
I remember when my dad had a conversation with me
because I asked him what the Austrian pledge of allegiance was (because he’s from Austria)
and he said “we don’t have a pledge of allegiance”
and I said “why not?”
“honey, think about what training your children to mindlessly pledge to a flag, without really knowing what they’re talking about, sounds like to Austrians”
just engaged in an extremely petty silent war throughout the church service i was playing organ for, which is arguably very much not in the christian spirit but it was VERY fun
i say silent war, it was a pianist vs organist war, which is probably the least silent a war could be. but at no point was war explicitly verbally declared
what happened was the pianist playing some of the hymns and mid service music came up to me as i was practising beforehand and said to me, in a very patronising “i am a middle aged man and you are but a young woman so i know more than you” way, “that gloria is very difficult isn’t it!!”. so i was like ha, not really 🙂 and he decided to grill me on my whole musical past and tell me how he was incorporating beethoven’s ninth into his pre service improv and other such pretentious things
so naturally being a competitive and petty person i decided i would absolutely have to outdo him, which was not easy considering he was playing a decent keyboard and i was playing a tiny pipe organ that often performs as if someone just kicked it down several flights of stairs
and thus throughout the service we escalated in playing ridiculously flourishy accompaniments, a battle which culminated in him physically dancing down the aisles during my last hymn shaking a maraca with total haphazard glee, which i countered by becoming maybe the first person to force several jazzy glissandi into an 11:30am pipe organ rendition of “sing hosanna”. i enjoyed every second
In 1943, a team of ingenious Italian doctors invented a deadly, contagious virus called Syndrome K to protect Jews from annihilation. On October 16 of that year, as Nazis closed in to liquidate Rome’s Jewish ghetto, many runaways hid in the 450-year-old Fatebenefratelli Hospital. There, anti-Fascist doctors including Adriano Ossicini, Vittorio Sacerdoti and Giovanni Borromeo created a gruesome, imaginary disease.
The doctors instructed “patients” to cough very loudly and told Nazis that the disease was extremely dangerous, disfiguring and molto contagioso. Soldiers were so alarmed by the list of symptoms and incessant coughing that they left without inspecting the patients. It’s estimated that a few dozen lives were saved by this brilliant scheme.
The doctors were later honored for their heroic actions, and Fatebenefratelli Hospital was declared a “House of Life” by the International Raoul Wallenberg Foundation.
I am so absolutely pissed off that i never learned this in school
Another little-known story: Carlo Angela, another anti-fascist doctor, hid fellow anti-fascists and Jewish people in his mental health clinic, forging medical cards, changing names and nationalities.
A guy called Giorgio Perlasca changed his name to ‘Jorge’ and pretended to be the Spanish consul-general in Budapest. Using extraterritorial conventions, he proceeded to literally bullshit his wayinto saving more than 5,000 lives. Also, this happened:
In December 1944, Perlasca rescued two boys from being herded onto a freight train in defiance of a German lieutenant colonel on the scene. The Swedish diplomat-rescuer Raoul Wallenberg, also present there, later told Perlasca that the officer who had challenged him was Adolf Eichmann.
And there were so many small gestures that were never widely known – someone ‘losing’ a list of names, or ‘misplacing’ it, or having it ‘stolen by unknowns’. “Oh, we can’t get those Jews for you, they fled and we think they are now refugees in, uhhh… Monaco. Yes. All of them. What do you mean, too many to hide there? You’re not doubting my word, are you?? Rude.”
There were the people who hid them in their houses, and there was that Black Shirt who showed up at my grandmother’s apartment block and, pretending not to have noticed the dozen or so heads peering from the windows, he LOUDLY informed the concierge that THEY WOULD BE THERE THE NEXT MORNING TO CHECK IF THERE WAS ANYONE THERE WHO SHOULDN’T BE, THIS IS STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL BY THE WAY, I REPEAT, TOMORROW MORNING, STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL DON’T TELL ANYONE. (That night, the nearby church had more rough sleepers than usual. It’s hard when you lose your house to a bombing, isn’t it?)
Armed Resistance is often celebrated and for good reason, but these are good reminders that you don’t need to hold a gun and shoot to make a difference. Resistance can be losing a list of names, forging paperwork, claim you have “no knowledge whatsoever of the people you’re looking for would this face lie to you”, pretending you’re the official of a foreign country (admittedly, not as easy), let information slip by and reach the right people. It’s in the small things and everyone can do their part.
In short:
… And if you don’t see helpers, it’s time to be one.
I set out to do some Mako Mori fan art, and originally I thought it would be more portrait-like – something where she is bigger on the page – but as I started sketching, it became clear that a Kaiju needed to be involved. The kaiju shown here isn’t any particular one from Pacific Rim, just inspired by the general design of the creatures.
Does this scene make any sense? Yes and no? Clearly, it’s suicide to fight Kaiju without a Jaeger, but would Mako Mori do it? Maybe it’s a dream? Or maybe it’s about an idea.
On another note, it may be time for me to either get a faster computer, or stop working at such high DPI if I’m going to be using this many textures. This bad boy came in at 867MB by the time I finished it!!
kore ga revue! 