Oh yea, he never turned off his mic. Pretty sure I heard his mom come down with tang and Oreos and he cussed her out

Oh hey it’s that mean voice in my head

Okay but here me out, what if we 10^43 more monkeys to balance out the speed?

In fact, let’s push this to an extreme. We get enough monkeys that their mass turns them all into one black hole. Inside the black hole, the laws of physics get all fucked. Next we need to somehow dissolve the event horizon as explained in This Kurzgesagt video. Once that happens and we are left with a bare singularity, anything can pop out of it, including a copy of Hamlet.

The monkeys, however, will very likely be dead.

It reminds me of this old man named Adolf, who when asked why he didn’t change his name after WW2, he said “I’m not going to let an asshole with a stupid mustache take away my name”

100%

I know I’ve even taken more extreme stances outwardly than I actually believed because I didn’t want to be outcast by my friend group.

Oddly enough when I became more comfortable to speak my mind in a non-threatening manor to those who trust me, I did get my close circle to show that they weren’t as extreme as they presented themselves either.

It’s almost as if social media has only intensified tribalism by giving us two dimensional views of the people we interact with. Our in-group has a diverse set of reasonable ideas, whereas the outgroup is a brainwashed monolith of everything we hate.

They sure do pal.

Wait people have multiple accounts?

I would also consider the logistics of war. There’s a military saying: novices study tactics, experts study logistics.

How long would it take to train a wizard to get to that level vs. a muggle with a gun? It feels like the classic knight vs. armed peasant situation.

That plus being able to cut off food supplies or infrastructure- just saying the US military was able to take out sadams military capabilities faster than he could react.

The reason Hermione is sworn to secrecy about the wizarding world is that they know if muggles found out there was a deep state, the revolution would be swift.

I’m in this photo and I don’t like it

Idk, meeting an absolute stranger that you texted with for a day or so with the pressure and expectation of romance just sounds like a recipe for failure.

Starting a romance with someone you already have some history with or share a community with seems more plausible. I used to click with someone and then immediately run home to find out if they were available or not so I could find out if it was safe to develop a crush.

How was eHarmony different that tinder or bumble? I never used it.

Twisted a vertebrae and broke a collarbone here.

I get that cramping feeling you get in your neck when you run in crisp cold air and are filling your lungs completely and quickly because you are so out of breath but you are pushing yourself to just get up the hill and down the driveway so you can get home and slam the door behind you, lock the top dead bolt, lock the door knob, drag your prized armoire to block the door, it needs to be firm. Then take all your other furniture to baracade the back door, garage door, and the door to the garden. You desperately begin taking apart chairs and taking cubbards and doors off their hinges. You need any extra piece of wood to hammer into the wall to block the windows. You are panting and heaving, feeling nauseous from exhaustion, but you know stopping is not an option. You cannot slow down, you need to make the most of every second, he who hesitates is lost, but he who rests is dead. You keep thinking “10% faster, 10% faster, please God not like this, 10% faster”. It’s at that moment, when you feel that aching and pulling of your collarbone that you realize you were too late. The pit in your stomach filling like a water balloon, your throat tightening and eyes beginning to water. You were no longer keeping him out, you were now keeping him in. You knew he was faster, stronger, and more cleverer than you, but you had to at least try. Any glimpse of survival is extinguished, your fate was all but sealed long ago. It was always going to be this way, it was always going to be Shia LaBeouf.

Also it feels like someone stabbed me in the back from time to time. Thank God for weed.

Man I just turned 30 on Monday

We killed god and replaced it with Google.

What I find so interesting about painting people you disagree with as a monolith is that it naturally makes the argument you are against contradictory.

One group of people cheers Uber and you disagree with that.

Then another group of people (granted there will be some overlap) decry Uber later on.

These are two different people, but when you treat them as one, you’re bound to see your opposition as being contradictory at best and contrarian at worst.

Ofc! Have fun, be safe, and don’t actually eat people!

I would take a step back: why are fetishes a thing? It’s a difficult thing to research, especially since western society is reluctant to talk openly (or even privately to researchers) about their sex life. In this thread people talked about how childhood trauma could be a factor in kink, and that would make sense.

I can tell you from my experience, types of fetishes are not a biological response so much as social response. For me, I know many of my fetishes are simply based on the fact that it’s a social taboo. If people walked around in gimp suits and nipple clips all the time in public, I would find that kink far less interesting.

My guess is good as any, but I think if being kinky with a partner has an evolutionary advantage, it would be about social cohesion. When you show someone this dark side of you that you would never show other people, you strengthen a bond with your partner (assuming they are into it as well).

In the case of vore fetish, my partner doesn’t actually want to be eaten, rather she likes this version of submission where she is seen as “delicious”. Once sex is over and we return to our senses, we maintain our sense of self preservation.

Personally I would never eat someone else, but playing this role is fun for me since I can get into a Dom role and do something society would frown upon if it was real.

With that said, I find in any kink play, aftercare is SUPER important. We say fucked up things while having sex all the time, but afterwards we make sure to assure eachother it was just an act. Communication during and then afterwards is so important to reinforcing the relationship when enjoying kink play.

My partner chooses the bear bc she has a vore fetish and gets turned on at the thought of being eaten.

Not anymore, dudes been meme’d