notbroken-justasexual:

recreationalcannibalism:

corvidaedream:

last-person-on-earth type story where somehow pokemon go still works, so the survivor is amusing themselves catching pokemon to not feel so isolated and alone

and one day, on their screen, they see in the distance

someone has set up a lure.

They say you can tell your generation by your “what I was doing when…” story. If somebody can remember where they were when Kennedy got assassinated, then they’re a Baby Boomer. If you remember where you were when Kurt Cobain died, then you’re a… I dunno, Gen X or something. If you’re a Millennial, it’s September 11th, at least here in the US.

For me I’d have to say it was The Flash. Big, nasty, giant explosion. It happened miles and miles away – I think somewhere on the coast? But even as far inland as I was I saw it. I’d like to think that that was my defining “what I was doing when” thing for my generation. But it’s not like I can ask around to see if that’s really a thing. I’m kind of in a generation by myself these days.

Anyway I was eating cereal when it happened. Lucky Charms, of course, objectively the best cereal. I keep hoping I’ll find some one of these days. No luck yet, but I’ll keep looking.

The news was on, talking about mounting tensions and threats and increased NORAD presence. Same stuff they’d talked about for years so it’s not like I was paying attention. I was still cramming for my math test that day. Fuck trig. At least that came out of it, right, never having to do trig again?

Next thing you know there’s a huge flash of light from the kitchen windows and then nothing much at all.

Turns out it was a bomb. Who knew, right? Some real Fallout junk. I forget if it was an A-bomb or an H-bomb or something else. It didn’t seem to matter in all the other shit going on at the time.

The weeks after were the worst. The evacuation, the refugee camp. State of emergency. Checkpoints. More bombs, other places. I figured we’d be fine, since we were a no-dig-deal kind of state. Not much but corn around here, low population density, so no good bomb targets.

They kept saying that there’d be an EMP, that we should all brace for it. But it never came. Can I just tell you how crazy glad I am that never happened? I can lose everything else, alright, fine, but I’d fucking die without my phone. Even when shit was crazy, I had CandyCrush and Drake to keep my mind off of things.

The radiation did impact us after all, though. Apparently it moves and weather carries it. I never liked rain anyway. People started getting sick. My cousins, my parents, even the soldiers manning the checkpoints at the camp, even if they tried to hide it. I seemed to be the only one who wasn’t bothered. Sure my hair fell out, but I got over it. I didn’t shrivel up or start spitting blood like everyone else did.

Saying goodbye really sucked. In a sick kind of way, I wish it had taken longer, so I could have been with people for longer. But, no, I guess I don’t really wish that. Then I’d have kept seeing them suffer. Most people can’t even speak by the end of it, when they’ve got radiation sickness really bad they just grunt a lot. It’s not easy to watch.

When I realized I was the only one left I hung out for a while. Until the bodies started to smell. I know, I know, I should have buried them, but I’ve always been kinda’ small and stringy for my age. Not really the champion of the presidential fitness test over here. Instead I packed up some gear and started walking. I figured I’d find another camp by the end of the week.

But the only camps I found were the same story. Over and over. Lots of animals were dead too. But if I was somehow resistant or immune or whatever to the radiation, it couldn’t be just me. I couldn’t possibly be the only conveniently mutated weirdo in the world. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.

That… was a while ago.

It didn’t occur to me to keep track of time until I started noticing the seasons change. Since I started counting it’s been about two years. I’ve gotten pretty solid at living like this. I don’t see the bodies anymore, they’re all dried up or decomposed, even when I’m somewhere they ought to be. And animals turned out to be a lot more resistant than we ever were, so the hunting’s alright. I can start a fire. I raided a Bass Pro Shop and now I carry a tent around with me. I like to think of it as extreme camping.

Through it all, my phone’s been with me. I am way the fuck overdue for an upgrade, but I gotta say that that solar charger is the best purchase I ever fucking made. I wish I’d had the chance to download more apps and music before it all went to shit, though. I know all the words to every song I’ve got on here. I’ve demolished Candy Crush about a hundred times. PokemonGo is still my fave though.

It’s funny. I never got into the hype when it came out but it’s been the best thing I’ve had out here since all that bad stuff happened. When I was walking, looking for people, it gave me something to keep me busy on the road. And when I figured out that there were no people, just me, well, I started to go a little funny in the head for a bit. But having something to do kept me walking.

The loneliness is the worst part these days. But the Pokemon… they help. I know they aren’t real. And I know that, someday, the satellite that keeps this dumb thing running is going to fall out of the sky or spin out into space. But until then I’ve got my team. I’ve got all my little buddies.

I don’t think I’ll ever catch ‘em all. They’ve got those special ones you can only get in Australia and stuff. And I don’t know how to trick my phone into thinking I’m in those places. I’d Google it, but the real web’s been out forages now. But I’m pretty sure I’ve caught everything that isn’t gated.

Do you have any idea of how many fucking rattatas there are in the world? It’s ridiculous. But even they’re good to see. Just another little friend to pick up out here. Just me and the pokemon. The Pokemon Master At The End Of The Universe. Suck it, Ash.

It was fun for a while to just take all the gyms and make them mine. A team of one, slowly taking over the world. Then I started to feel like I was making the other two team extinct and that made me feel weird, so I just beef up my own gyms now. Unless I feel like red’s getting too big for their britches and need to knock them down a peg and stick a Magikarp up there. Just for the fun of it.

I’ve got a pretty solid team. For a while I tried to specialize. Only fire types for a while. When I got sick of that I tried for only bug types. But then I got all up in my head about it and didn’t want to feel like I was leaving any of them behind. I know they’re not real. I know. But, man, I need them. I know I do. Is it so wrong to feel like, maybe, in some weird way, they kind of need me, too? After all, I’m the only one left in the world to play. When I go, they go.

It was easier one I got all the items. I’ve seen more of the Professor than I ever wanted to. I try to conserve my stuff for when I’m in a good area, like in some old city ruins. Like now. Pokestops all over the place, way better than out along the highway. My own poke-city to play with. A city of pokemon. A world of pokemon. And me.

That’s funny.

What are those pink petals doing? I haven’t dropped a lure in ages. There’s no way I did it by mistake, I’m not cracking up that much…

I didn’t drop that lure. I really really didn’t drop that lure.
Who dropped that lure?

@blogsfromtheapocalypse

chefpyro:

shorthalt:

castleships:

do you ever think about how legendary pokemon might be their equivalent of cryptids in the pokemon world like ‘okay sure trainer you say you got a picture of a moltres but that just looks like you lit a rubber chicken on fire, that’s probably a hoax.’ ‘everyone knows that mewtwo is just a dude in a suit.’ ‘my grandmother’s aron got taken by deoxys my aunt got it on video’ 

*tumblr blogger in pokemon world voice* ho-oh is gay and also my dad

jirachi is real and sucked my dick behind a pokemart

Study shows Millennial Men do not think of women as their equals

doctornanitesreblogs:

iveseenthetruth:

doctornanitesreblogs:

cutiequeercris:

karadin:

A majority of millennial men failed to see women as equals, according to the study, which looked at how college biology students viewed their classmates’ intelligence and achievements, the Harvard Business Review reported.

Among the findings:

  • In every biology class surveyed, a man was seen as the most celebrated student, even in instances where women earned significantly better grades.
  • Men were also found to overestimate the intelligence of their male classmates over that of female ones.
  • Men continued exaggerating their assessments of the male peers, despite unequivocal evidence that their female peers were performing better.
  • Women, conversely, weren’t found to display a bias: Their assessments of fellow classmates tended to be spot-on.

The National Institutes of Health researchers pointed out that female STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) majors drop out at significantly higher rates than their male counterparts.

“The reasons for this difference are complex, and one possible contributing factor is the social environment women experience in the classroom,” they wrote.

Still, scores of men are under the impression that they’ve become the target of reverse sexism. Conservative columnist John Hawkins ranted in Town Hall last year:

“Men have it rougher in America than most people realize. In part, that’s because they’re one of the few groups (along with white people, conservatives, and Christians) it’s cool to crap on at every opportunity. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a nonstop assault on masculinity in America.”

But research has confirmed the reality of gender bias against women. A staggering 90 percent of women reported experiencing gender harassment in the workplace, a 2010 University of Michigan study found. The results suggest that such harassment had the purpose of driving women out of jobs and not the generally assumed motivation of trying to draw women into relationships.

“One could argue that, in these instances, ‘sexual harassment is used both to police and discipline the gender outlaw: the woman who dares to do a man’s job is made to pay,’” the researchers wrote, quoting an article by Katherine M. Franke, an associate professor of law at the University of Arizona College of Law.

As for millennial men specifically, they have been less accepting of female leaders than their older male counterparts, according to a 2014 survey of more than 2,000 adults residing in the United States, the Harvard Business Review reports.

Half of Millenial men said their careers would take priority over their partners’. 

Three-fourths of women, on the other hand, said their careers would be at least as important as their husbands’.

oh look its the shit women have been saying all the damn time and antifeminists stamp their feet and cry about

@iveseenthetruth

I can’t comment on the specifics of this post, but from the conversations that my S.O and his brother have had in the 6 years I’ve known both of them, the lack of respect and not seeing women in those fields as equals is true (both of them work in STEM fields) From every conversation about work or school they ever had, I have never heard them say a kind or respectful word about a woman, colleague or professor or teacher. Everytime a woman working in their fields made a mistake she was relentlessly mocked. I remember how much my SO tried to convince me to go to a male OBGYN a while back, even though I said time and time again that I didn’t want to (his reason was that this dude was the best in the city- after further investigation i found several female OB-GYNS that were considered, by other women, better.) also, women that had made errors were demonized while male doctors got away with it( the worst experience with a dentist i ever had was with a male, again, he is considered the best in his field in the city) Conversely, in non STEM and in primary school to the end of high school I have never been a part of, or taught a class where girls were not the elite. A boy that excels at this level is a rare sight. At this level, the only place you can see boys excel is either math or physics, but generally not more than girls. In conclusion, it’s depressing.

The unfortunate thing I have learned is that every moment in every point in history men believed they were treating women as their equals when in fact they weren’t. 

I just heard a radio story that took place in the 1800s where a women artist named Elizabeth Thompson was celebrated that year as being the most popular artist in all of the UK. When here art was displayed in the most prestigious art gallery in the country for two consecutive years. People were saying then the same thing people say today. Finally this proves people are considered equal society. Another work of art created by a women was not displayed in that galley until over 100 years later.