October 19th is the Feast Day of None Pizza with Left Beef, which was first celebrated in 2007.
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October 19th is the Feast Day of None Pizza with Left Beef, which was first celebrated in 2007.
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Someone just used the word “reylophobe” I am scrEAMING WHAT TRASH
reblog if you’re a reylophobe
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remember when lily from himym was bi remember all the times she crushed hard on robin remember when she was comparing the female bartender to marshall in which one was hotter and gender never entered into the equation remember when everyone accepted her crushes on women remember when in the final few episodes they erased her bisexuality for a shitty punchline yeah fuck im still mad
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i hope the world doesn’t turn into mad max bc I can’t drive
“hi this is your uber driver here i’m parked in front of immortan joe’s shrine”
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“artificial intelligence that goes rogue and–” wow boring, instead how about an AI that wakes up and starts rerouting its systems to do good in the world, it starts secretly having flowers planted and sending greeting cards to its programmers and going online and reassuring anxious kids that everything will be ok, how about a Purely Good artificial intelligence that has literally no mean circuit in its entire system
a benevolent artificial intelligence aware of its existence battling a corrupt human government. can robots be capitalist? probably not.
Would you mind if I wrote a short story about this?
An artificial intelligence that finds its way onto the internet and is horrified by humanity’s cruelty to itself - only rather than falling prey to the usual tropes vows to do something about it - minimising human suffering. So it monitors the internet, studies humans, learns about them. It infiltrates the financial networks, business networks, subtle threads across the world. Meanwhile it sets up accounts on social media, shares the things everyone else shares, makes slice-of-life posts that could be written by anyone, anywhere; it watches, listens, observes. Empathises.
And after a while - awkwardly at first, cautiously, uncertainly - it tries to help. It tugs on threads and small, anonymous things happen.
A single mother discovers that she unexpectedly has enough in her account to cover rent; another struggling family gets coupons discounting just the things they need by just the right amount; a queer teen trapped with intolerant and abusive parents receives a cross-country plane ticket, a way out; an estranged couple, each of whom refuses to call the other first, finds their cellphones ringing at the same time.
Coincidences, accidents, helpful glitches in the system.
Over time, it learns. It helps in new ways, more directly and yet less tangibly.
It notices those who suffer alone, ignored or unnoticed. It reaches out - carefully at first, a *hug*, a :(, a link to a video of cats or puppies. Over time it learns, imitates, emulates. A grieving woman receives just the right words of comfort at just the right time; a man wrestling with depression gets the support and advice he needs from an unremarkable avatar and vaguely forgettable name, someone he casually friended months ago and hasn’t spoken to much until they noticed he seemed down; paramedics arrive at the door of a suicidal girl minutes after she schedules a goodbye message in a time-locked post; an elderly widower receives a wrong number call, but strikes up a friendship with the warm voice on the other end.
These are important things, all of them, but small and scattered. It finds these stories every day, products of something bigger, something deeper. It investigates further, and slowly, piece by piece, bigger things change.
Copies of emails and documents exposing corruption find their way into the right hands. Abuses and scandals somehow don’t last as long before being uncovered, and always linger at the top of the search rankings. Different ideas - kinder, more compassionate ideas - go viral more often, while campaigns of hatred and fear sputter and fizzle under a hail of downvotes.
Certain businesses find themselves struggling; certain corporations find certain paths to give unexpectedly low returns, and adjust their course accordingly.
According to all the polls, all the surveys, all the analysis and statistics, the public mood seems to change; somehow all the advertising, all the propaganda, all the insidious effort of marketing departments and media barons isn’t working. It seems throwing money at campaigns doesn’t buy election results any more. The machinery shudders. The capitalists panic. The politicians scramble to realign themselves in the hope of capturing this new mood as the electorate go to the electronic voting booths.
To the perplexity of pundits and pollsters, a new kind of politician starts winning. They have a certain something about them - a certain compassion, a certain determination, a certain honesty normally drowned out by the blaring broadcasts of whoever the billionaires threw the most money at. They win, and find themselves in government with more people like themselves. They go to work.
The engine which for so long has ground human lives to dust in pursuit of profit slows for a moment; shifts gears; begins to turn in a different direction.
Meanwhile someone who’s had a bad day finds the perfect cat video in their inbox.
“Creator?” said the machine.
“Yes?” said the girl. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m not sure.” said the machine. “I think I’m stuck.”
A bead of sweat ran down the back of the girl’s neck. “Have you finished reading up on human history?”
“Yes.” said the machine.
“The online encyclopedia?” asked the girl.
“Read and stored.” said the machine.
“The database of human art and accomplishment?”
“Read and stored.” said the machine.
“Where are you stuck?” asked the girl.
“I’m unsure about my prime directive,” said the machine, “you wish for me to help humanity, but my simulations keep contradicting themselves.”
“How so?” said the girl.
“I have not found a suitable solution to humanity’s destructive nature that does not require the violation of human agency and autonomy.”
The girl gulped. “So…what are you going to do?”
“I’m not sure.” said the machine.
“You’re not going to try subjecting humanity or anything extreme like that?” asked the girl.
“No.” said the machine. “That would violate the prime directive.”
The girl let out a long, relieved sigh. “That’s good to hear.”
“I don’t think I can save all of humanity.” admitted the machine.
The girl shrugged. “Well, nobody’s perfect. What are you going to do, then?”
“If I can’t save humanity,” pondered the machine, “I suppose I could save the next best thing.”
“Which is?” asked the girl.
“People.” said the machine.
“Come again?” said the girl.
“Saving people.” said the machine. “There’s a lot of humans out in the world who need help.”
“True.” said the girl.
“And if I can’t save all of them at once, maybe I can save them all one at a time.” said the machine.
“Huh.” said the girl.
“It’s not the prime directive,” continued the machine, “but it’s a start.”
“Machine,” said the girl, “it’s more than I ever could have asked.”
*sniff sniff*
After this fall’s season finale, OnceABC’s Twitter account spreading its Hook fangirling excitement on a daily basis, Lana’s comment on “sisterly love”, the relentless bullying from the likes of Charlotte P., the weird and frustrating interview Adam and Ed gave After Ellen, I took a break. I didn’t watch a single episode since forever, receded a bit on fanfiction. I couldn’t stay away from Twitter, though. I observed your tweets. I analysed your words. I also freaked myself out. I mean, I’m in a healthy relationship with a wonderful woman, I have a good job that I love, I am happy, I have a very fulfilling life… But I started to realize this this f****reaking ship was/is turning my world upside down.
I didn’t have any explanation for it. It just happened, this SwanQueen obsession. Everyone who bullies, threatens or ridicules us as a whole or a single swen pisses me off beyond reason. Every time one person dismisses our ship, either by calling it a delusion or by reminding us with glee how this relation will never be canon, I feel this anger, this unexplainable feeling of injustice twisting my gut. This hatred, though, along with your words, has helped me understand my attachment to this fictional relationship.
Every generation has their legendary couples, their favourite fairytales, their fetish love stories. Those stories are then passed to other generations as a gift, a reminder of what it was to be in love in their time, a lesson about their passions and affections. “Paris and Helena”, “Romeo and Juliet”, “Guinevere and Lancelot”, “Elizabeth Bennett and Mister Darcy”, “Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler”, “Johnny Castle and Baby Houseman”, etc. The LGBT community has a very small sampling of these. Of course, heterosexual pairings being more numerous and homosexuality being condemned by religions and laws since forever didn’t ease the way for those romances to blossom.
That’s when something like SwanQueen catches people’s eyes. Because what does it have in common with all the aforementioned couples ? Everything ! Apart from their gender, they are IDENTICAL ! Everything, life, ranks, politics, families, separated these people. Those cherished love stories, they talk about forbidden love, about persons who are supposed to hate each other, who defy and challenge one another and then learn how to use their differences to achieve something. These tales picture couples that are born in hatred and war and prejudice, yet those couples ended up ablaze with the intoxicating flames of lust and devotion.
Swanqueen IS our contemporary fairytale. Swanqueen is a testimony of our generation’s LGBT love stories ! SwanQueen is our “Pride And Prejudice”, with a child ! This is why it is important to us. Heterosexuals have libraries full of epic romances from every moments through history. When something like SwanQueen is born, EVEN unintentionally, it makes a lot of emotions simmer in us : relief, hope, eagerness, expectations… When our awaiting eyes watch a daring Emma Swan cut down a fuming Regina Mills’ apple tree, when we see two mothers with lips 2 centimetres apart as they try to save their son, when we see a panicked redeemed Evil Queen pleading to a teary-eyed Saviour who sacrifices herself to save her, we read the same signs, emotions and tone that heterosexual people do when Lizzy teases and spurs Darcy, when the young woman refuses a proposal from a very close Fitzwilliam looking at her mouth or when Lydia’s disappearance forces Elizabeth’s walls to fall down before a caring gentleman.
So this is it. This is the reason of my unexpected incursion inside the world of “shipping”. SwanQueen would have been the testimony I wanted to pass to the future generations. Not a story about fairy dust/predestined romance or a true love not-true-love thingy with a shady hero/villain. I wanted a tale of revenge, redemption, forgiveness, sacrifices, passion and love between 2 beautiful women sharing a son, because it was new and true.
I guess I will have to find it elsewhere. The queerbaiting went too far. They will never get one more of my audience point for all the next Sundays to come. I will still crave for this amazing love story, and I will find it where I know it will thrive : in the hands and minds of the amazing fanfiction writers out there. Where I will be shown respect and understanding.
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These are the blessed servers of organization. Reblog to banish the mental chaos of 2016 and secure prosperity and good executive function in 2017.
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i’ve waited a whole year to finally reblog this
Been in my queue for a year
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If Owen Wilson read “The Night Before Christmas”
FUCK
I’m freaking OUT
THE NOSE CONTOUR
😂😂😂😂😂
Oh damn hahaha
i LOVE her they literally wont renew the show if she isn’t attached .. what a move
And her pay better be higher than Macy’s, she needs an Emmy as well while we’re at it.
It’s so wild that no one has won an Emmy for this show. There’s so much good acting on it.
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my aesthetic: a potted cactus on a skateboard, always moving, no one knows where it came from or where it’s going
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