kelgrid:

prokopetz:

Alternative to the tired old wizard-with-a-sugar-daddy interpretation of the patron/warlock relationship in Dungeons & Dragons:

• Clueless boss and long-suffering employee, whose powers are basically the magical equivalent of pilfering office supplies for personal use
  
  
• Scheming master and duplicitous apprentice who are totally open about their loathing for each other and are keen to see who betrays whom first
  
  
• Bureaucratic devil and soul-peddling diabolist with a contract a mile long, each honestly believing they’re getting the better of the other
  
  
• Glowering quartermaster and loose-cannon operative, whose record for getting results just barely justifies the expense of employing them
  
  
• Indifferent parent who pays their estranged offspring’s allowance like clockwork but otherwise prefers to deal with them as little as possible
  
  
• Vast, slumbering god-monster and amoral parabiologist who knows which spots to poke with a stick to provoke particular autonomic responses
  

You forgot the most important

(via thebigpalooka)

thebibliosphere:

thebibliosphere:

I just saw the phrase “whooping cough party” and I can’t… I can’t.

Okay, so here’s the thing. Whenever someone asks me “how are you still alive” my favorite flippancy is usually “spite”, but in all honesty it’s vaccines. Spite and vaccines.

And not just me being vaccinated, but everyone around me too, because there are some vaccines I cannot safely have and I rely on everyone else around me being vaccinated to avoid it.

Things like, oh, say, whooping cough, which I actually had as a child because I went to school with the victims of antivaxxers, and we all got super sick and coughed so hard the blood vessels in our eyes ruptured and every fit felt like you were going to die choking for breath.

And tonight, a friend of mine who happens to be a mother, hauled me into an argument on Facebook where people in her neighborhood group were hosting a “whooping cough party” cause one of their kids got sick, and the tag line was “come on over and get it over with lol”, and words cannot convey how much visceral hatred I had for this person in that moment. If I could have set them on fire with my brain, I probably would.

Because I can wholly remember sitting in bed clutching my little chest, desperate for the pain to stop, making that horrible wheezing sound, with tears streaming down my face, utterly convinced I was going to die if I couldn’t draw breath. And that went on for months because even with treatment, the cough can take up to three months to subside. And that is a horrible thing for a child to go through. I cannot stress enough how painful and terrifying it was and my parents for all their faults could do nothing. They’d done everything they could to keep me safe from other illnesses. I had all my other vaccines, I just couldn’t have that one.

And the thing is, you can get it again, it’s not a one time deal. You can get it more than once, and doctors actually recommend you get a booster shot for it every ten years, and I can’t do that. I cannot protect myself from it. I rely on other people being responsible, and taking the necessary steps to keep whooping cough outbreaks low, and the only way to do that is through regular routine inoculation.

And these fuckers are throwing a party??? What???

Let me be clear, it is through profound measures of willful ignorance, hubris, and yes privilege, that people have allowed for things like measles and whooping cough to make a come back. It is a privilege to live in a healthy society where you can expect all your children to make it out of infancy. It is a privilege to not die young from TB, it is a privilege that many people before you had to suffer for and work hard to bring about, all in the hopes that another child wouldn’t have to go into the iron lung from polio. And through the privilege of never having had to suffer, you have elected to do harm. You have elected to allow for the resurgence of mumps, and measles and coughs that sound like a death rattle in the lungs of infant children, and then you have the absolute audacity and malice in your souls to celebrate and throw “sickness parties” because you’d rather let your child suffer through unnecessary illness than be vaccinated?

How dare you. You have a moral and social obligation to protect your children and the people around you, and not only have you chosen to wave this responsibility, but you are actively endangering others?

How dare you.

And the thing is I know, I know in your own misguided way you think you are doing what is best for you child. But if the road to hell truly is paved with good intentions, I can tell you now with absolute certainty that you fuckers have got your own burning stars on the walk of shame.

Vaccinate your god damn kids. And get your booster shots while you’re at it. You might just save someone’s life without ever knowing or trying.

(Note: This is not aimed at people who cannot be vaccinated or whose children cannot be vaccinated. I know that struggle, I know it is real and I’m so sorry other people are putting you and your loved ones at risk.

Also yes, I know chickenpox parties used to be a thing, I went to one of them as a kid. Thankfully there is now a vaccine for that too! Isn’t living in the future neat!

And just so you know, if you come onto this post telling me that vaccines cause autism, you will be afflicted with the condition known as my foot up your ass. I will not engage on discourse over this, there is no discourse to be had. You are wrong. And that is the end of the discussion.)

(via boggmann)