renehta:

Rick Sanchez, Don Draper, and BoJack Horseman are three examples of a popular male character trope: the intelligent, talented, toxic, disconnected, detached man who fails to connect with others and is consistently and wildly self destructive in his quest to fill an emotional void with anything but human connection.

The problem with this character archetype is that a lot of people, a specific subset of men in particular, miss the entire point of the character.

They’re so easily sucked in by the flashy veneer of masculine bravado on the surface of these damaged characters that they fail to understand why the characters are presented this way: you do not want to be like them. You are not supposed to identify with them or find them relatable, you are not supposed to sincerely root for them, they are antiheros.

In spite of being the protagonist Rick, Don, and BoJack are almost never the “good guy” in any given scenario, they are almost always selfishly motivated, and explicitly harming innocent people for their own gain.

Idolizing and lionizing these characters as an ideal or something to aspire to entirely misses the concept of the characters, and worse, celebrates behavior that is explicitly shown to be toxic.

If you identify as “a Rick” then the entire concept of the show has gone completely over your head.

sadghoster87:

mood

daily-xefrostritoh:

cameoappearance:

jumpingjacktrash:

the45thpresidentialruger:

Never talk to me or my 42 trees again

it amuses me to see people being surprised/impressed/amused by this setup, because it’s extremely common on the plains. if you don’t plant a windbreak, your heating and cooling bills are huge, and storms do things like throw the lawnmower through the living room window, take the roof off, or cake the entire north side of the house with six inches of solid ice.

evergreens remain bendy even in the coldest weather, so – wait, no, not the coldest. i remember when i was a kid it got down to like -45 and the norway pines around my house were cracking like gunshots as the sap froze.

maples, incidentally, make that noise around -20f, and i hear it at least once every winter here in southern minnesota. but i only ever heard norway pines make it that one time.

so anyway that’s why we plant pine trees around our houses. because otherwise the wind would freaking kill us.

This is informative and perfectly sensible under the circumstances but I also cannot resist the temptation to compare it to planting stuff all around the boundary of your lot in The Sims

thisurlwasnttakenbutnowitis:

thisurlwasnttakenbutnowitis:

“There is a copy of the NES game Golf in the firmware of every Switch system”

Me: Oh haha, what a weird thing, probably some remnant from the debugging process -

“Since that was a game that Satoru Iwata programmed himself, this could have been intended as a way of saying that Iwata is spiritually a part of every Switch and is watching over and protecting every system.”

Me:

Oh my God, so hackers have found out the way to enable you to play the game. You know how?

On July 11th*, the date of Iwata’s passing, doing Iwata’s “directly to you” motion with the Joy-Cons on the home screen will play a sound clip of Iwata and launch the game.

(* Before you try this yourself, note that simply changing the date on your system will not work, as this runs off the Switch’s internal internet-synced clock, meaning that changing the date manually will only work if the system has never been connected to the internet)

I… I can’t…

drkshdwbnch:

railroadsoftware:

unexplainedthings:

you dont have to speak alien or be a telepath to know what hes thinking!

oh shit i crashed the saucer!

true!! we’ve all been there

wow this is fucking funny !!

fullhalalalchemist:

tofixtheshadows:

Look … I love, love Del Toro, The Shape of Water looks incredible, and it’s getting rave reviews, and I need to see it, but I absolutely can’t go to the movies. I just can’t sit down and watch that nice lady fuck Abe Sapien’s sexy cousin in a theater full of strangers. I’m not even going to be able to handle it myself 13 months from now when I get to watch it alone on my laptop. I love and respect all you freaks but I am not a monster fucker like the rest of you. And a fish? A fucking fish? You ever cut your hand by going against the grain of a fish’s scales? Hell no. Keep that away from my pussy. What’s his dick like? You don’t know. Could have spines. Not chancing it. 

not all of us are cowards

i love that the line is at “kno” meaning you typed that out but autocorrect initially made it “know” and you went back to delete the “W”