Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
Calling all Brits on this hellsite.
We all saw Elon Musk do the nazi salute at the Trump inauguration. We know that he is influencing and fanning the flames of right wing political parties.
And that very well may include ours.
Because Elon Musk has pledged to donate $100 million to the Reform party. He has since mentioned that it might be hard to give such a large sum now.
But I don’t think we should take our chances. And I think we can agree that letting billionaires influence our countries politics is a terrible idea.
If you also agree here’s a link to a Parliament petition.
It calls for the government to remove loopholes that allow wealthy foreign individuals to make donations into UK political parties (e.g. by funnelling through UK registered companies).
As it is a parliament petition the government are required to debate it in parliament. But for that to happen it needs to reach 100,000 signatures.
Non British folk I’m afraid you guys can’t sign but I encourage you guys to reblog so that more people can see this.
"As soon as I discovered that comics were made by people, I wanted to be one of those people, even if I didn't have anywhere near their skill set. And I still don't think I have that skill set. But the language of comics is exciting to me... Comics are a very democratic medium, and you don't need much more than a pencil and paper, as a minimum." —Art Spiegelman speaking to Hyperallergic Discover the Pulitzer Prize–winning classic that is as as relevant and impactful today as it was forty years ago.
Hello, my friend is a Hecate devotee and they have been suffering through these seizures for years. Anything that anyone could do would be helpful. 🖤🖤
Please like and repost if you can as well.
#Repost @gogreensavegreen
You might be more than one. You might be different ones at different times. 🫶🏽🫶🏽 you might not be one of these. There are more roles 💪🏽 but this is an amazing intro.
You can’t just like the idea and envision yourself in one of these roles you have to figure out how to be about it ♥️🫶🏽
Via @deiloh & @fablefulart
Okay this is gong to sound condescending on several levels but:
There's a kind of cliche about training a dog - that if you want it to always come when it's called, you should never scream at or punish it when it does. Even if you just spent twenty minutes getting increasingly panicked thinking it was dead in the woods! Even if it had been trampling through the neighbors garden! It is very important that it's direct association is 'stopping whatever super interesting thing I was doing to go back to human = being praised and rewarded'. If the association is instead being screamed at or punished, the dog will be less enthusiastic to stop whatever fun thing it's doing to run to that.
I feel like a great many people would noticably improve their own lives if they started applying the same logic to how they treated other humans.
This needs to be talked about more, I’m sure my school wasn’t the only shitty one. We had no evac plans for our disabilities. We just had to stand next to the elevator and wait for help to come or for someone to call it drill and send us back, traumatised, to our classes.
When I moved to my college, they had to tell me what a personalised evacuation plan was. When we had a fire drill, my new teacher had to guide me out of the room as I shook in fear from the times we had sat upstairs on the third floor smelling smoke from a kitchen fire and not knowing how big that was or if someone was gonna come get us.
I was lucky, back then, that 2 sixteen year olds were in their last year, and had done this countless times before. They comforted me while I freaked out. That one was a drill. When there were fires, they were small and easily controlled, but when those came I was older, I comforted the younger students as we all stood there with the stench of burning filling our nostrils. Sometimes we’d move up the hall to the hallway balcony areas and lean over to see if the cafeteria was the culprit. We’d text friends outside asking for explanations, updates. Was it real, was it drill, where is the fire?
Sometimes I find myself beating myself up. Sometimes I say there was never any real threat, stop being dramatic.
But that’s not fair, no teenagers, no children, should have to spend a day every few months in fear waiting for a fire that might not be there. It’s cruel and it’s fucking lazy.