"if you put too many people together they start shooting each other!!" that just sounds like usamerican projection, but okay
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also: western lib: *sees an apartment building in a socialist country*
western lib: is this a gulag??
i love the 'imagine the energy consumed by this building' because like. it's actually very clear and obvious that a building of many apartments will require less energy than the same number of detached houses, since it shares services and thermal inertia
imagine going to visit so many of your friends and they're like only a few floors away or maybe right next door
imagine the tenant's union that this kind of place can form 😍
The ideal living arrangement, according to the people on this post lmao
If you like this idea then go live there, go live that dream.
I personally will live like a human instead of a lab rat, I want to be able to go outside and touch grass and listen to the wind blow through the trees.
Usamericans are so suburbpoisoned they don't realize you can just. Walk out of an apartment building. You aren't stuck inside.
People on this website talk about creating self-sustaining communes and working together and making accessible walkable cities and then see a close knit community in China with walkable shops nearby to every home and call it inhumane
Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.
OH MY GODS THEY SAID IT
Really a big fan on how this movie was not a “Technology bad” it was “Monopolies and companies abusing technology to grow their empire bad”
Absolutely adore this movie
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reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3
Where do I copy-paste these to? "My filters"? "My Rules"?
'my filters'! if you look closely you'll notice the format is different between the two pages. the (website)(##)(additional text) format goes in filters
Look, I know facile trope inversion is for weenies, but I still really want to see a JRPG-style game where the shouty teenage boy who gives long speeches about the power of friendship is the fragile healer and the girl with the gentle piano-and-strings theme song and self-sacrificing “must save everyone” attitude is the melee tank. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here.
I’m not even being ironic – I honestly think it would work better that way. Like, let’s put power-of-friendship boy in a position where he actually needs to rely on his friends to get anything done, rather than just talking about how they’ve inspired him while he solos the final boss. And as for Little Miss Messiah Complex, well, tell me you can’t perfectly picture how the standard tank protagonist move where you intercept a blow meant for a critically wounded party member, facetank a fucktillion points of damage, then get back up again with one hit point and a voice quip about how the baddies will have to do better than that would play out under her idiom. You can see it, right?
People in the notes are looking at the second one saying “that’s just She-Ra, that’s just–” no, it isn’t. Gentle piano-and-strings theme song, remember? It’s essential that each archetype’s stock personality remain intact, and only the role changes.
She’s sweet. She’s humble. She wears homespun dresses and grows pretty flowers in her free time. She has that vibe that says “I’m going to die halfway through the game to make my boyfriend sad”, except that doesn’t happen, because the baddies don’t have a big enough gun.
I want to see the obligatory scene where the bad guy’s army is burning down her Beloved Peasant Village™, and she’s standing between the evil commander and a group of soulful orphans, begging with tears in her eyes for him to see that there’s already been enough death – except when he callously rejects her entreaties and moves to backhand her out of the way, she catches his armoured fist mid-swing, without even the faintest tremor of effort, and in a tone of infinite patience informs him: “You misunderstand, sir: it’s not our lives I’m pleading for.”
And then she punches people until all the soldiers run away and feels conflicted about it afterwards.
Okay guys hear me out.
A soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do.
Like, so many people with their right palms all black, waiting for that one handshake.
People who have black knuckles who are scared for years that they end up punching their soulmate or something and end up coming home with their knuckles turned all shades of red and blue and purple without them noticing because sometimes your hands just brush together.
Someone having a very visible black palm on their cheek that they try to cover up because people will just know they will be slapped one day.
Just
consider the possibilities.
a handprint on your upper arm that bursts into colors during a fight you’re having with a close friend because you tried to walk away and they grabbed you–you never noticed that you never touched them until right now
twin handprints on your chest because your soulmate happens to be the paramedic who steps in to give you chest compressions that one time you almost died
a handprint on your palm but it’s not upside down like a handshake would be, you’re puzzled until you give someone a high five and the colors appear
someone you just met brushes a leaf off your shirt–RIGHT WHERE YOUR HANDPRINT IS YOU ALWAYS WONDERED WHY IT WAS ON YOUR PEC
I actually love this one a lot
Someone who is born with no mark at all–what a tragedy! But one day, a dear friend offers to braid their hair. They’re not even half done before they gasp and let it drop–their black palms and fingers are afire with color–
–and so is the half-done plait, bright against solid black hair.
Someone who is born with a small mark on their wrist. They don’t know what it means, they guess that perhaps their soulmate will tap them on the wrist to get their attention. Some strangers have tried. It’s pretty bothersome to be on the bus, wanting to be left alone, and have someone try their luck.
Then one day, they’re scheduled for an invasive surgery. They’re lying on the operating table, unconscious. The team of surgeons look at the mark knowingly. Then, as a matter of procedure, they each tap the wrist. It is better to have a discoloured wrist and avoid discoloured organs.
Can you imagine the Missed Connections websites?
“I handed you your receipt and someone called my name and by the time I saw my hand you were gone”
“You helped me pick up my things at the subway station, then had to run”
“YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU SLAPPED MY ASS AT THE METAL CONCERT WHEN THE SHOW STARTED. MEET ME OUTSIDE THE DENNY’S. I’M GONNA SLAP YOU BACK WITH A DEAD FISH. <3”
imagine hiring an assassin and they talk to you in a customer service voice
"Hello, how can I help you today? Wonderful, can I get a first and last name? And how would I spell that? Awesome. And would you happen to have an address for this individual? And place of work? Fantastic.
Now, I'm going to give you a number, and I'm going to ask that you send in a photo of your target alongside any additional information you may have- family members, security, combat training, medical conditions, just anything you can think of that might be helpful.
Wonderful, you are all good. All we need now is a piece of government-issued ID, for insurance purposes, and a location for payment pickup. We accept cash, gold, processed uranium, and etransfer.
I'm sorry, we don't take american express.
Good, okay, so it looks like we are all set- when the job is complete, you will be notified VIA discreet codeword that a stranger will whisper to you on a crowded street.
We do not issue receipts, but if you'd like, I can arrange for a specific breed of tropical flower to be sent to your home address. Our associates will be able to validate it should the need arises.
And is that everything you were looking for today? Great! Thank you for coming to us. Have a nice day!"
Alternatively,
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid the Pope is a high-status target that is beyond our area of service.
Yes, I- no, I'm sorry, I'm not able to do that for you.
Okay. Okay. Yes, I understand.
Sir, if you're going to use that sort of language, you should know that our HR department does operate in a hands-on capacity.
Wonderful. You take care."
They create a perfectly normal call cemter staffed by decidedly amoral college students and paying them at least 4x minimum wage.
hiring manager: you’re not concerned about the ah, services we offer?
a college student who has eaten ramen twice a day for the past year: for $25/hour i’ll pull the trigger myself
Look, the difference between Assassins and Customer Service is that Assassins are paid a lot of money to kill people and Customer Service isn’t being paid nearly enough not to.
Now there’s an assassin story I haven’t heard!