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I'm RaeRae or Pickle or I don't even care call me whatever. I reblog a lot of Star Trek and The Avengers and various Bioware games. I also like Science. And Puns. And basically any random funny thing I can find. My blog is pretty much chaos and ineptitude so hey welcome to my flittle corner of fail on the internet 8D I also post a lot of stuff for Whazzit Weyrd which you should certainly check out. And shameless plug for my AO3 account.
There have been entire communities of people discussing where the teeth in cartoon ducks are coming from - are they usually hidden in fleshy “capsules” inside the beak and only pop out when needed, kinda similar to how claws work on cats? Are they always there, but not usually shown in stylization? And why do they have teeth like that anyway - have birds in those timelines never lost their dinosaur teeth? Are any of the humanoid cartoon animals even remotely related to the animals they represent, or are they shape shifters that just take the form of their various personal totem animals (also explaining rubber hose physics and body parts popping in and out of existence)?
Or does it simply operate on ‘Silent Hill’ rules, where your emotional state can translate into physical reality in some literal-metaphorical way, which seems most likely in a cartoon context?
Which answer is most terrifying?
On the bright side, imagine living in a world where it is socially acceptable to grow crushing- and rending-function body parts completely foreign to your (supposed) clade whenever you try to make a point
Lobster Claws of Facing Defeat After Contemplating Overwhelming Odds
I really think Rasputin lucked out, in that being remembered by history as some species of giant unkillable sex wizard is something most of us can only fruitlessly aspire to.
He didn’t luck out, he worked hard for that rep
he really didn’t though
he was just kind of a garden-variety creep, but the rumor mill did all the work for him and now he’s a banger disco song
to be fair, neither could Rasputin. Alexei very much continued to have haemophilia.
isn’t the current theory that he seemed to heal faster and have more spoons when Rasputin was around because Rasputin wouldn’t let the doctors give him aspirin, a blood thinner?
Ra Ra Rasputin Russia’s wellness scamming fiend
Fun fact: the conspirator who’d been made responsible for preparing the poison for Rasputin, Stanislaus de Lazovert, was a medical intern who’d studied under the exact same doctor who kept trying to treat Tsarevich Alexei’s hemophilia with aspirin.
Like, I feel like this should be taken into account when evaluating reports of Rasputin’s miraculous immunity to poison.
Did the guy who shot him also study under that doctor?
No, Felix Yusupov was just a useless nerd who thought he knew how murder worked because he’d read a book.
Based on the available historical evidence, the most likely sequence of events is as follows:
The conspirators attempt to kill Rasputin with poison-laced cakes, but fail; it’s unknown whether this is because de Lazovert fucked up the poison, because Rasputin – who had a well-known dislike of sweets – didn’t go in on the cakes as heavily as they expected, or just because a poisoned cake is a really stupid idea.
Seeing that the poison has failed, Yusupov gets Rasputin alone for a moment and shoots him once in the chest, causing him to fall senseless to the floor. Because he’s a useless nerd who thinks he knows how murder works because he read a book, Yusupov is unaware that a single handgun shot is very unlikely to be immediately fatal, and neglects to finish Rasputin off, instead leaving the room to confer with his fellow conspirators.
When the conspirators return to retrieve Rasputin’s body, he recovers from the shock of the initial gunshot and attacks them. Following some general panic, a third conspirator, Vladimir Purishkevich, opens up guns blazing; Purishkevich manages to miss several times in spite of being at point-blank range, but eventually strikes Rasputin in the head, killing him instantly.
The conspirators beat the shit out of Rasputin’s body just to be sure, then proceed to make a complete clownshow out of disposing of the corpse; the remainder of Rasputin’s injuries are sustained postmortem.
Pretty much everything else about Rasputin’s miraculous invincibility is invented whole cloth, much of it by Yusupov himself in order to build himself up in his own published memoirs.
(As icing on the incompetently poisoned cake, elements of Yusupov’s memoirs were later incorporated into the 1932 film Rasputin and the Empress, which led to Yusupov suing MGM Studios for libel because the film strongly implies that Rasputin was fucking Yusupov’s wife. The precedent set by that lawsuit is the reason those “similarities to any real person living or dead are coincidental” disclaimers exist.)
That last fact took me off at the knees.
The fact that my great grandfather was one of the men who tried to kill him makes this whole thing funnier
I will happily delete this if I’m derailing or taking away from the original message (initially I put this in the tags, but a friend asked me to reblog as text)
If you don’t want to pursue an autism or adhd diagnosis and you have access to a doctor or therapist you can get them to write you a note attesting to a symptom of your neurodivergence (rather than naming the condition itself) and stating the need for accommodation.
It’s something my therapist told me about when we were still working in offices. I have sensory processing issues and on multiple occasions the noise in my office was so bad I broke the skin on my hand clenching my fist.
This work-around of course won’t fix structural ableism and relies on you having access to a doctor/therapist who actually gives a crap, so still might only help a couple of folks.
As much as I mildly despair about the functionality of Tumblr, I’m forever grateful we don’t have the creative interface of other social media platforms.
I keep seeing youtubers talking about how the new algorithm on their creative dash is so detrimental to their mental health, both in terms of how they feel about themselves as creators and the content they make—dreading to find out their performance rating, regardless of whether they enjoyed it or not. And it’s the same across multiple other platforms, TickTock, Facebook, Instagram. Fuck, I’ve even seen people with business accounts complaining on Twitter.
And then there’s Tumblr. Where sometimes you can’t find your own posts even though you know you tagged it, time stamps are hidden in the ellipses at the top right hand corner of the post, your bread recipe keeps getting flagged as porn, too much punctuation causes asks not to send, and checking your activity feed causes the app to crash. You want to know your trending numbers? You want to know what’s performing well? Fuck you, guess.
18k notes, and 99.999% of them are people finding out we have time stamps.
The heavy metal guitar solo intro music just petered off into the jurassic park theme sjsnsjejwkms
Oh this man is a himbo. Excellent.
Wait is this man a priest or a pastor 🤔 if he’s a priest then the title is false advertising
I’m speechless
[gun fire]
[raptor screeches]
She’s talking abt how he turned into a dinosaur and ate the guy who was trying to rob her
“I don’t believe you! Dinosaurs never existed, and even if they did, I didn’t turn into one!”
Solidarity
Me: bro they better keep this shit platonic
[Carol and Priest looking at each other, smiling lightly after sharing an embrace, tension building]
Me: 😒
[Carol and Priest share a massive high five]
Me: oh??? 😏😌
He’s literally reading a book called Crime
Velocifather: father stewart, what if i told you i was…different
Father Stewart: you’re not THAT different. they’re are plenty of people like that in the church
Bro i can’t even describe this vietnam war flashback…..there’s 5 guys in jeans and thrifted military jackets in what is clearly someone’s backyard……a bloody helmet on a garden fence is meant to symbolize how many brothers in arms they’ve lost…..they just stuck a blond wig on the old priest to show how young he was back then…….his gf just showed up and stepped on a land mine and died….which is why he joined the priesthood…the editing feels like a fever dream
How can you talk about this movie without showing the fucking dinosaur
sometimes there’s videos that make me happy to exist on this planet
i’d reblog this even if it was a still image
I know it’s a sesame street clip but seriously, who is the target audience for this?
Parents watching it with their kids, I guess?
literally everyone
Everyone. No, really… everyone.
For adults, the appeal is Sir Patrick Stewart doing a kid’s educational bit in full Shakespearean dress and style; there’s a delightful cognitive dissonance between the very serious presentation and the very simple content.
For very small children, it’s educational: this is the letter “B”; here’s how it’s shaped; here’s some words you know that start with it. Oh, and here’s a word you may not be familiar with that starts with it, so you can recognize that it’s the sound that matters, and not whatever other connection you made between the other two words.
For older kids: you’ve probably heard that “to be or not to be?” speech, or at least part of it, so you can enjoy some of the parody the adults are watching. Also, here’s how to describe how a letter is made - how to teach young siblings who don’t read yet, how to explain both the shape and the sound.
For kids with dyslexia: here’s how you differentiate a “B” from a P or D or E. You may have to go slowly and look carefully at the exact shapes that make up the whole, but there are differences and you can learn to recognize them.
For teens or young college students: In addition to whichever parts of those are relevant to you, here’s what Shakespearean acting sounds like. Here’s how to enunciate clearly and slowly, so your audience can understand terms they may not recognize and still follow the gist of what you’re saying. If you’re reading Shakespeare in school, try sounding it out like this and see if that helps it make sense.
For new RenFaire workers: Here’s how to pronounce “zounds.”
One of the most glorious things in the world is Shakespearean actors doing stuff like this.
me n the girls walkin into target headed straight to the clearance bread rack
jerrod how long did it take you to photoshop all that bread
Did it the lazy easy way:
It may be less than stellar, but I have a strict personal rule: “don’t put longer than 30 minutes’ effort into a fetish joke”. The second you hit 30:01, the exposure becomes lethal and the fetish becomes unironic.
FETISH?????????
god i wish i were you
Whitch part is the fetish? Bread or Pokémon?
I’m so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but it’s the bread
These ten ducklings were found orphaned and they were brought to a pet duck called Stella who had just hatched nine of her own two weeks prior. She immediately claimed the ten as her own.
