

i think when actors need to leave a show for whatever reason but the character is important and doesnt need to be written off / writing them off would make the story worse i think they should just hire a new actor for the character but, and this is the crucial bit, hire a similar-looking actor of a different gender. Yeppp they look different bc they transitioned between seasons. Obviously
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1,000,000,000 OYSTERS TO FEED COMRADE MAMDANI’S NONBINARY NEW YORK HYPERCOMMUNE
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choccy-zefirka-deactivated20251:
Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of “faraway lands” went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go “yeah that might as well happen” and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn’t rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don’t think I’d believe something like that either if I didn’t live here.
I mean honestly everything that Arab traveler said lines up with the Arctic areas, except the white hair part, I don’t know where that originates from, or if it’s accurate
If I had to guess, maybe they had albinism? Or maybe it’s one of those cases where kids sometimes start out with one hair color and develop a different one when they get older. This is all conjecture, but something to consider.
Still really cool tho
guys, the traveler just wasnt used to blondes
Also, languages develop words for colors over time so they get grouped with the closest one. That’s why people with orange hair are called redheads. The word for red is generally the third color that gets a name. There wasn’t always a word for the color orange, but there have almost always been people with orange hair.
And the Romans in Rome were fascinated by the Celtic slaves brought back from the British Isles because of their fair hair and skin.
For the sake of “I would not believe it either if I didn’t live here” kind of context, this is a perfectly normal hair colour for children where I’m from. It darkens to a dark ash blond/sand brown when they grow up.
So what I learned from this is even in modern times, people don’t know or believe that Scandinavians are just that pale and blond without jumping to “albino” first
You wouldn’t have believed the 10th century Arab guy either.
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they need to invent clubbing for boring sober people who don’t like loud music or crowded group dancing. what’s the “she should be at the club” for this hypothetical not-me demographic.
roundup of various common suggestions in the notes:
- “the library”: a nice space to hang, granted, but not really the same fun social vibes.
- “the night-library that serves pink drinks and tea”: okay okay, now we’re cooking.
- “coffee shop”: a bit more social and rambunctious than the average library, but still too plain imo.
- “the museum”: still a tad too formal I feel like but definitely not opposed.
- “the book club”: again, not opposed, but book clubs do have the catch of requiring you to plan ahead and do some homework to really enjoy it, not a very “I’m bored on a friday and want to go do something fun” activity.
- “wine tasting”:
- “dnd/ttrpg nights”: unfortunately I’m stupid and am bad at these games. I mean unfortunately these hypothetical people are stupid and bad at these games.
- “arcades with cover fees at the door and then free games”: won’t even lie this sounds killer, gonna see if they have any of those in my area.
- “babe the club is wherever you feel confident in yourself, life is a club and I’m just chilling at a bus stop”: beautiful. poetic. heart warming. she should be at the bus stop.
first good suggestion on this post in years, FINALLY true equality
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boag:
My mom just told me when was my age she got pregnant while she had two different fwb situations going on and didn’t know who the dad was so she went to the guys separately and said “I’ll pay for half the abortion if you pay half” and collected half the money from each guy . Her mind
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really fucking boils my cabbages when the right is completely correct that something is a problem in society they’re just hyperbolically stupid about why.
eg falling birth rates are not a problem because something something the future of the white race and they’re a sign that modern women aren’t sufficiently interested in staying home and making babies. they are however a problem because a society with no economic safety net is not prepared to manage a demographic shift toward having more retired people than working people and they’re a sign that millions of adults in 2026 do not feel financially stable enough to add to their families
Weird Al Yankovic doesn’t do albums anymore because the musical monoculture has evaporated. Even the most popular Top 40 hits exist within narrow niches nowadays, with very little overlap between fans of different genres. He says it’s next to impossible to stay relevant with his parodies because by the time he’s written and produced one everyone has moved on to something else. There aren’t really any big summer songs that get played nationally, everyone just listens to their own curated playlists, so writing five or six parodies for an album would be an exercise in futility. He only does sporadic singles now, and that’s a damn shame.
For this reason, I propose he return to his roots in the 70s, 80s, and 90s, and start parodying classic songs he never got around to back in the day. He could release a throwback album called “What Did I Miss?” to capitalize on nostalgia. Instead of chasing a moving goalpost, he can go after existing tentpoles, win-win, instant brand recognition, eternal relevancy.
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I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school’s first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who’d awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes “oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts.” and I’m like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don’t like red. second of all look at me. there’s literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
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