You see a medical-looking neat little spray bottle on the table. The label says "wound spray". I tell you not to touch that. For some reason you spray some on yourself anyway and scream as a horrible smell fills the room and the chemical reaction of some unknown substance burns your skin right off. You scream and ask what the hell was that.
It's a wound spray, obviously. You spray some on your skin on the desired area, to instantly create a wound.
I’m relatively new to the concept of plurality and headmates and systems but I think I might have thought of something funny and if it is okay I would like to share it. Would anyone in the community be willing to peer review
you've all seen Listers, right? the self-published youtube documentary? about writing down the birds that you look at?
it's subtitled "A Glimpse Into Extreme Birdwatching," an inaccurately voyeuristic title, because the glimpse is at Themselves.
two unemployed brothers (one an unemployed videographer, one nonspecifically unemployed who has a ferocious new interest in birds) decide: firstly, they are now birders. secondly, to start their birding adventure in a maximalist way by doing A For-Real Big Year.
what's a Big Year? they don't know, they just heard of it now. oh, what's that? they're going and seeing the greatest number of birds from Jan 1 to Dec 31 in the lower 48 by way of their shitass van. they also have about my own exact knowledge of birds, which is: there are bald eagles, great blue herons, crows, and a lot of small brown birds which are all called "sparrows."
a youtube comment correctly remarks that it's like watching oldschool skating videos, where you got maybe 480p of the finally-stomped kickflip down the stairwell, but the joy isn't in that, it's of the camera following the guy as he jumps into the bushes with three cheering friends. they are uniquely new to birding AND uniquely good at cinematography.
the documentary works because These Guys Love Birds. they love birds so much. they are signing up to rare-bird-sighting email lists. they are taking hour-long detours to find a kind of grackle that they later learn lives in every single gas station dumpster they've passed. they're interviewing just about everyone they come across, from award-winning birders to a guy walking down a freeway. they have an instinct for jon bois style stupid-but-emotional bits—they are calling every defunct bird hotline in old birding guides to see if any of them can give them a tip about a local bird; or to see if any of them are still connected at all. they are making fun of quails.
this all works WELL. it is beautiful wildlife cinematography cut with handheld camcorder-quality ski bum video. it is what documentary is for.
Danny, age seventeen, sneaking onto the Watchtower and finding the most hidden tucked away corner he can. He builds himself a shrine there. It's not a grave, because it doesn't hold his body, but it's the closest he'll ever get. And it's among the stars, among other heroes. Now, finally, he can sleep peacefully.
I need a fic where Tim and Damian have been trying to get along better, but they kept getting into fights, or insulting each other, or wrecking Alfred's kitchen. Eventually, after having gone through many hobbies with no success, Tim is so done.
"Wonder when you'll get tired of behaving like an ass and turn into a real boy," Tim huffed, shaking his head.
Damian glared at him, "What is that supposed to mean?!"
Tim opened his mouth to snap back, but then he realized; Damian hadn't gotten the reference. Of course Damian didn't get the reference, Tim didn't think Ra's Al Ghul was the kind of grandpa that considered watching Pinocchio necessary for his grandson.
So Tim's next idea of bonding is to watch movies together. Damian liked Pinocchio well enough, though Tim could tell it wasn't totally up his alley.
Tim considered what Damian liked, and convinced him to watch Bambi together.
my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.
This is it! This is what social media/smart tech have done! They’ve rotted away any distinction between private and public.
Yes, we do have the right to make demands on public behavior. Of course we do. Have you never heard of laws and etiquette? I’m not allowed to grocery shop naked. You can’t rummage through my purse. I can’t have a work meeting in the middle of a movie theatre.
I remember when it was taboo simply to answer your cell phone in public. The person answering would apologize and try to go to a more private area. Then public calls were normalized. Then putting people on speaker. Then listening to music without headphones. Do you know how many times I have hiked up a mountain or driven to the beach, only to be met with someone blaring shitty top 40 music from their portable speaker, because Heaven forbid you go one hour without noise?
Old woman yells at cloud and all that, but I can’t believe someone is not only admitting this behavior, but saying it’s a good thing! No one likes you! You’re a menace!
Mensah and SecUnit commiserate about how tough it can be wrangling PresAux in non-emergencies. How can the survey team be so good in an emergency and so poorly organised outside of it? Where is Pin-Lee?!
“It should not be this hard,” Mensah groans, her head in her hands. “It’s just a social event, how difficult can it be to just reply to your messages in a timely fashion?”
“I agree, it’s inconsiderate.” Murderbot was sprawled on her office couch, staring at the ceiling.
“I just want to run this stupid Dungeons and Dragons campaign once with all the players present, is that too much to ask?”
I was trying to get into my house but couldn’t find my keys. A nice old lady passing by saw that I was struggling, and she unlocked the door for me. I thanked her and went in, and didn’t even question how or why she had the key to my house.
