Ppl be like “ I want an actual male gem, not just Steven.”
Jeez, it’s like having only one character
to represent your whole gender
in a group composed all of another gender
is a bit upsetting huh?
I wonder
what
that’s like
no really
can you
even imagine
what this lack of representation
MUST
FEEL
LIKE
This
post
isn’t
long
enough
none of the listed shows are named after the one female character, either
it’s actually physically impossible for me to not reblog this post.
I want to say I’ve reblogged this before, but I’m reblogging again for the brilliant addition of, “None of the listed shows are named after the one female character, either” because FUCKING THANK YOU.
mmmmmhm.
Every time I reblog this, there are new shows on the list.
Wow
it’s almost
as though
this happens
almost constantly
But normally you don’t notice, because it’s not about you.
If I stop rebloging this, assume that I am dead
I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect anybody’s existence.
Dean: You should want to date my friend Castiel. He’s so handsome, loyal, sweet, so cute. He’s a major dork, but in an endearing way, and such a badass. Honestly, if I were into men-
Them: Okay yeah, I totally want to date him
Dean: …..Back the fuck off
To cure the case of Mondays, imagine Varric Tethras walking into the Hawke Estate. In search for his friend, he walks in on the love interest, naked and posing seductively for the Champion’s arrival. Both obviously expecting Hawke, their eyes meet in awkward horror.
***
Varric: Look, Blondie, I know mage freedom is a high priority, but if you’re gonna make things work with Hawke, you might want to invest in personal grooming. I know this great shop…
Anders: Get. Out.
***
Varric: …Elf.
Fenris: Varric…
Varric: …Not gonna lie, I WAS curious how far those markings went.
Fenris: You saw the opportunity to make this more awkward, and you took it.
***
Varric: Hey, Rivainni, what’s going on?
Isabela: Oh, nothing new. Just…
Varric: Hanging out?
Isabela: Boo. That was too easy.
Varric: Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.
Isabela: And me with only one dagger. How embarrassing.
***
Merrill: You must think I’m very silly.
Varric: Never, Daisy. We just need to bring some accentuating light in here. You want Hawke to actually see you, right?
Merrill: But what if someone else looks out a window?
Varric: On the second floor, I think you only have to worry about birds crashing on the glass.
***
Sebastian: Oh! Um…hello, Varric. Fancy meeting you here.
Varric: By the Maker, I will never be clean again.
The King’s Arms. The Bell and Bucket. The Black Bull Inn. The Beggar’s Bridge. A pub’s name is part of its soul, often highly unique, often hundreds of years old, often with a story behind it. A simple computer program couldn’t hope to give a proper name to a pub. But what if it tried?
Timothea Armour asked me to find out, as part of a project called “The Last Hour!” on the cultural peculiarities of pubs, commissioned by Collective, a gallery in Scotland. I’ve been training a type of computer program called a neural network to generate names for all kinds of things – guinea pigs, craft beers, and paint colors. Neural networks are a bit different from regular computer programs: In the usual kind of computer programming, a human invents rules that a computer has to follow. With neural networks, however, the human only gives the computer some examples to learn from, and the computer invents its own rules about how to make more examples.
After just a little bit of time training, the neural network had made some progress – after all, it starts with no idea of whether it’s supposed to be generating prose or musical notation or Finnish grocery lists. It had to form its own rules about capitalization, and line breaks, and which letters go with which other letters. And these names – well, some of them – are already identifiable as possibly pub-like, though at this stage none of them are usable.
Euceseeettigwtird Arms Tea Posh Basei Innery Ga iral Ferk Thod Inn Inn Darn Funk Inn Alan Ars Swoos Loveles Noms Lick Aams Tteat Armharoh Hams Olk Ars Hotle Moveam Treee Slamlongs Arms Roll Brrew keg Arme Horel Booge Houne Arse Inn Tumen Poodes Cavel Coundor Horse Baak Hotey Bead Inn Fl Wlofler Arms Oleetrar Moor Corore oad Bite & Chuts Wotee Vonehscon Cresks Arms
After the neural network has looked through the list of names about 11 times, it has made a bit more progress. These mostly sound like pub names, though there’s definitely still something off about them.
Tostars Inn Liad Cush House Blawky Arms Stons Of Horse Blaksigth Arms Whistle Plan Hotel Bracken of Crovn Coksarnss Hotel Vulck fod Lick Bool House Many Inn Horshy Ban Crownreal Top Drock of Conshersland Prickhomidd Arms Bill Inn Dhodalgoat Hotel Facg Manf Hell Hotel
By 17 times through the dataset, the neural network still doesn’t quite have the knack for this.
Whoneas Grey Hotel Hotel Hotel Trlety Eln’s Arms Phite Meathord Green Head Hotel Bhickloy Farp Arms Wharberb Bark Hirlamion Crapy Grile & Fumthorse Male Dora Rey Ofe White Bear Pivsing Jambork Hotel Cumperlel Watersy Head Ox Cadder Inn Bar of El Carhey Orb Boak Hotel Inn Whee Blinf Plowde Tree Bleak Clad Angely Arms
By 21 times through the dataset, the neural network has shown some signs of improvement, but most of the names still need work.
Elden Mens Collick Inn King Brad Inn Load Hotel Torn House Inn Rob Inn Thanes of Lampel Gurn uf Staneton Hell Garled Blorge Roods Cocket Horn Blawde Inn House Inn Tivern Got Blewe Wot n Arms Hotel Arm Savers
The names eventually get more consistently pronounceable, and very occasionally, even believable. But mostly, they’re a bit substandard. At this stage, the neural network has had 35 tries at the original dataset, and still thinks “Bill” is a pretty good name for a pub.
Green Green Frown Arms Plucksick Bill Horse Long Bog Lede Lick Hotel Farter Inn Ports Bean Fin Dune The Beelly Gam Tha Dlee Fark House Phan House Naw Old Mess Now and Inn Fripy Whee Bore Inn Ladside Inn Hogs Thee Inn Shur Hiad House Hotel Hotel Old Ash Ox Horse Inn Bleak Clab Bark Inn Blisksmerd Shorthood Rat Horses Wheee Travel Sham New Shins Ferp’s Brel
Forty times through the dataset, and it also has not relented on its odd preference for rude-sounding names. The pubs of northeast England are in general a lot more innocuous than this.
F’ing Hotel The Gland Greene Old Farders Arms King Shams Bliyffinge The Blande Tree Blink Bear Gole Clown Hotel Hall of Sprong Firdwock Hotel Dur & Thimpers Dorty Hounds Phage Farm Ox Kings Kingfarter Mantle
I’m not even trying here. As the neural network progresses in its training, the proportion of terrible pub names only increases.
Bollock Hotel Flee Sun Farm Pubber Arms Blanding Weed Willey Farters Red Hotel F Kings Moldy Goine Pant Cabber Hell Castle Stan Crown & Three Hotel Grey Trip
Now that the neural network has gone through the dataset a hundred times, I can only conclude: don’t use a computer to name your next pub.
Belle Inn Crow’s Rest Mingside Arms Crown & Fathous Stonebredde Arms Old Festerlan Burn Horse Hotel Doss of Wulling of Stank Shore’s Castle Crustle Hotel Lick Inn Odd Lingwion Lambles Loons Hall Thringeron Arms Flint Horse The All House Dean & Funtling Old Hell Kick Jolly Trocks Wallow Arms
Were there worse names that I didn’t include here? You bet there were. There are two ways to see them: 1) After Sept 22, 2017, look for the “Last Hour!” newspaper in pubs all over Edinburgh, Scotland, where you can find a version of this article that includes the rudest names as well. 2) Follow this link and I’ll email those names to you now. They’re quite rude, though.
when someone you trust finally touches you and you realize youve been starved for physical affection all your life
given that cheetahs exist in such a state of constant anxiety that zoos give them therapy dogs to help them out, I move that the Cheetah becomes the Official Animal of Generalized Anxiety Disorder
IDK if I’ve mentioned this before, but since there’s talk of how to approach an accurate/nuanced translation of the word “baka” in anime on my dash, I thought I’d share one of my other favorite bits of oft-overlooked translating-Japanese nuance and how it applies to Sailor Moon.
Basically every Sailor Moon fan knows Sailor Moon’s catchphrase, “tuski ni kawatte oshiokyo!” which translates more or less into “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!”
The fun part, that I learned a few years back from my half-Japanese friend who has, since high school, lived full time in Japan, is the “oshiokyo” bit.
Oshiokyo does, in a literal sense, mean “I’ll punish you”. It’s a perfectly fine translation. But what it doesn’t get across is that the main people who use the phrase are parents, especially mothers, and it’s primarily used against children.
There’s not a perfect English equivalent, but it carries a similar tone to “someone’s getting a spanking!” or “you’re going into time out!” or “you’re in big trouble, missy!”
Basically, it’s not particularly threatening, and anyone who would think it was would be pretty childish. The fact that Usagi uses it as a legitimate threat is adorable in how much is reveals her age. It’s also badass and kind of condescending in that she’s basically treating the villains as unruly children instead of legitimate threats.
So there you go. Take this information and put new joy into one of the most well-trod parts of the Sailor Moon universe.
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