i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.
THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!
If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.
SO. DONT.
News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.
The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.
Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.
Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.
so i know that the point in prisoner of azkaban is that harry isn’t really seeing the grim its just sirius but honestly that doesnt change the facts like 1. sirius’s animagus form just happens to look exactly like the grim 2. the first time harry sees him he nearly gets merked by a triple decker bus 3. the second time harry sees him he falls 50 ft from the air 4. sirius’s friends and family are all dead by the end of the series.
not sayin my man is accidentally an omen of death but he kinda is, which tbh totally works for his brand
I’m not saying that you can’t like something and be critical of it at the same time, but I really don’t think that’s possible with this one because of the overwhelmingly awful things in this game.
It’s a David Cage game. David Cage has a long history of being a creep and an awful writer. From putting racism and rape fantasies in every single one of his games to letting his team make a nude model of Ellen Page without her consent which she tried to sue them over, it’s a wonder how Sony let this game happen. Maybe they wanted to fuck the twink cop like the rest of the internet.
His response to allegations that Quantic Dream had leveled against them is “I’m not homophobic, I know Ellen Page, judge me by my work” which is ironic because as previously stated Ellen Page shouldn’t be touching him with a ten foot pole, and because “his work” is worse than that of a pretentious film student.
DBH is ham-fisted with allegories to various oppressions, and they’re all done tastelessly, have the subtlety of a brick and they’re practically meaningless. The humans talk about how androids steal their jobs, there’s a scene where androids have to stand at the back of a bus, there’s a cop who doesn’t like his android partner and has slogans and merch on his desk that look like they belong to the average Ben Garrison audience, there’s a scene where the androids spray paint holograms with slogans from MartinLutherKingQuotesDotCom, a white android talks down to a black android about slavery, and there’s even android concentration camps at the end of the game. Despite this, Cage said that his story “is really about androids.” He doesn’t want the game to be political unless he gets praised, making it somehow shocking and stale at the same time.
Oh yeah, there’s a scene where an android woman and a kid who was an android the whole time have to strip down in one of the concentration camps.
It’s a David Cage game.
The twink droid that everyone wants to fuck is a slave catcher. Throughout the entire game, he’s chasing after runaway slaves and doesn’t have a redemption arc until the game’s almost over.
Also he has the choice to kill the only lesbian couple in the game. If he doesn’t, they’re only talked about once and never seen again, so the choice barely matters.
It’s a David Cage game.
Written and Directed by David Cage.
It’s a David Cage game.
It’s a David Cage game.
Apparently if you do shoot the lesbian androids, you get to see one of them horribly disfigured later on. Thanks Dave.
if you mention health in your recipe, i will assume the recipe is Austerity Food and does not taste very good. i will not give the recipe a chance. i will not try it. there are fifty thousand other search results. i will continue searching until i find a recipe that appears to be written with the intent of making food that tastes as good as possible, and also doesn’t expect me to do something like scramble three eggs in a single teaspoon of flavorless oil.
by the way, a piece of life advice: a generous splash of olive oil will keep the eggs from sticking to the pan (i know you burnt three or four batches before you got that pretty picture), taste really good (FAT IS FLAVOR say all the real chefs), is good for your heart (yes really), and if you’re on a diet (which you shouldn’t be) you can burn off that many calories by folding a basket of laundry. it’s not like you shanked an orphan. please calm the fuck down.
It takes far more than that to burn a “generous” amount of olive oil. While it may not be terrible for you, it’s still an increase in caloric intake.
i can’t believe i was reblogged by a blog with the tagline ‘anti fat acceptance, obesity kills’. i am honestly furious, and that’s hard to do on the internet these days.
take your pro-eating-disorder, anti-feminist, anti-health bullshit far away from my posts. SHAME KILLS.
fatphobia is the reason I didn’t know until Jesse started posting about it that most of my weight gain is from not getting ENOUGH calories.
fuck blogs like the one up there. fuck em.
since adding ~200 calories a day to my food intake i have had more energy, had an easier time working out, done longer and more productive workouts, and in 2 weeks i have gained noticeable muscle tone. not from trying to live on chia seeds and kale, but from eating regular food like egg and toast for breakfast, pbj and fruit for lunch, chicken and rice for supper, and adding a high-protein snack like yogurt and red bean jam or cheese and nuts.
diet culture is just purity theater. calorie counting is cargo cult medicine. your body wants to be active and healthy, stop punishing it and start cooperating with it.
i’m gonna bring this back. if you’re struggling with your weight, try ADDING a small snack to your daily intake. your body is probably in famine mode and conserving energy, storing every spare calorie as fat under the assumption that you’re experiencing famine conditions and the food is running out.
repeat: dieting convinces your body there’s a famine.
your body responds by hoarding calories.
this is an evolved survival trait.
you will be fat and fatigued because your metabolism is preparing for weeks or months with no food at all.
stop starving yourself. it’s not working.
The diet and fitness health industries are basically a two-man con. Diet says: you’re so fat, cut your calories. Fitness says: you’re so out of shape, you need to exercise more. So you cut your daily caloric intake to 1500, and you go to the gym, and you can barely go fifteen minutes before your heart is pounding and you can’t catch your breath and you’re about to fall off your treadmill, what is wrong with you? How do you fix this?
Diet says: You’re so fat! Cut calories!
Fitness says: You’re so out of shape! Exercise more!
You need energy to exercise. The energy content of food is measured in calories.
It’s a brilliant way to part people from their money, and also slowly suck all the vitality out of them. Like, seriously. The average adult human burns over a calorie a minute just paying the metabolic rent on having a warm-blooded body. There are 1440 minutes in a day. If you want to get fit, that’s a great goal, but don’t do it while cutting your caloric intake down to starvation levels. Calories are literally energy. You need energy to exercise. You need energy to live.
this is a great addition. between all my disabilities, it’s hard for me to get enough food, even with barb and seebs helping. when i’m having a good day and can fill in the gaps myself, and i get up somewhere near the 2600 calories an adult male my age needs, i get this amazing rush of energy. if i can keep this up a few days running, i noticeably put on muscle.
after that last run of prednisone ended, when i was feeling so healthy, i ate everything in sight for a solid three or four days. a week later, when they weighed me at the clinic, i’d lost ten pounds.
why? because instead of having to twist my own arm to exercise, i stayed an extra fifteen minutes in the pool, then took a walk in the evening. just because i felt energetic! i helped more with chores, played more with the cats, got next to seebs more, and in general just did more stuff, then slept better at night and woke up easier in the morning.
now, a lot of that was the prednisone. but my arms are bigger and i can lift more than two weeks ago, and that doesn’t come out of a blister pak.
eat enough. you will exercise more.
by the way – if you’re about to add a comment reminding everyone not to stuff their face with cake, or flatly stating that something i’ve said is wrong without providing any evidence or counterargument, ask yourself what your motivation is.
because the comments and reblogs are absolutely full of those, and the smug/desperate combo going on there is really telling. do you need to identify yourself as being on the socially acceptable side of this ‘debate’? do you need to double down on calorie restriction to justify the effort and suffering you’ve already done? do you just feel like taking a cheap shot at what you percieve to be an easy target?
if i remind you that i’m not a soft, anxious, plump young woman like the one you probably envision when you see fat-acceptance posts, does that change how you feel? if i point out that i’m an adult male built along the lines of maui from moana, does your urge to argue fade?
the diet industry is an industry built on misogyny.
fat-shaming is bullying disguised as concern trolling disguised as friendly advice. fat people are an Acceptable Target because we’re seen as weak. weak-willed, physically weak, morally weak. the fact that this is not true is something a lot of people don’t want to hear because we’re the only ones left you can make mean jokes about in public. and now we want to take away that last precious outlet for petty assholes’ innate cruelty. of course they’re gonna fight us on it.
ask yourself if that’s you. ask yourself if that’s what’s making you feel like this issue is about you and requires your commentary. because if it was REALLY about being so very very concerned about our health, you’d listen when we told you what goddamn works, you ankle-gnawing garbage trolls.
This is why you should have a cat y’all. Egyptians believed that cats repelled evil spirits.
Cats are evil spirits. They’re just the strongest so all others must bow to their greatness.
Actually according to legend, cats are guardians of the Underworld. So once you are dead if you try to sneak back into the land of the living they send you back where you came from. They protect the living from the dead.
If you ever wonder why a cat stares off into the wild blue yonder and then bolts off for “no reason…”
That cat even looks like it’s accusing him of something like wait a Fucking minute here are you dead did you really think you could slip that shit passed me
I don’t know where you get your sources but cats were not fucking “guardians of the underworld”; this movie is based on EGYPT, cats were common domestic pets by the time Egypt unified, and they were representations of the goddess Bastet, ex goddess of warfare (formerly asociated with a lioness ), post-unification protector goddess. Cats were guardians of houses because they embodied the representation of Bastet, the “EYE of Ra”, the one that tells ra whatever happens. If a cat saw an evil spirit, it would tell Ra, and Ra would smite down the fucker in an instant. Bastet was also feared by evil spirits because she was the only one to be able to harm the evil snake Apep and save Ra’s ass, so you bet someone that escaped Anubis’ judgement and Osiris’ preservation would do well to fear Bastet out of fear of being caught by said gods. They were seen as this as well because they disposed of rats and snakes (perhaps an egyptian once saw a cat killing a snake and went “OH BAST JUST KILLED APEP” and that’s how the mythos started), so they were useful animals to keep as pets, revered, adored, mourned when they died, and if you killed one you received death penalty.
The only animal seen as a “guardian of the underworld” were jackals, because they embodied Anubis and were seen near tombs, but that’s because they entered said tombs to try and eat the corpses and the egyptians based their entire Anubis lore on them.
So yeah, if you were an evil emperor that escaped the process of the gods you once worshipped, unleashed curses around the world disrespecting your own pantheon, and you came across an avatar of the goddess of Warfare that could also call upon Ra to pulverize you with sunlight, and have your soul sundered by Osiris and weighted by Anubis to go to your rightful place as someone who perished AGES ago, you would shit on your pants as well.