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At the end of the day
Boomer: Classicalism (man vs man)
Millennials: Modernism (man vs self)
Gen Z: Postmodernism (man vs reality)
I vibe REALLY hard with those unhinged oracle type characters who live in a hole in the ground and spout incomprensible garbage to passing travelers that somehow aids them on a quest
traveler: ho there, lady of the hollow, do you have any wise words to impart?
me, drunk off rotten apples and swinging my tits in a wild circle like a helicopter: you can’t kill what doesn’t fear god, however it’s nearly dinner time for the ancient ones
traveler: that’s fucking horrifying, I’ll be off
@normal-horoscopes
I kinda want to see a story where this type person is an adventurer protagonist. Not sitting in a hole or a temple somewhere giving prophecies for coin, but “got a sword and heading off to make my fortune/kill the king/track down my lost sibling/chase grand adventures but also I can see people’s garbled futures hanging over their heads and sometimes lose track of what I’m supposed to know and what really shouldn’t be mentioned.”
Like. Accidentally talks to the fruit seller about the lady mooning over his memory half a continent away and he freakin’ packs up and goes back to her. Accidentally tells the village bastard who his father is. “Excuse me, sir, if you were due to die tomorrow, would you or would you not rather know about it?” “Why?” “Oh, no reason.” Interrupts a game of cards by expressing admiration to the one participant that isn’t cheating. Makes friends with an enemy orc bandit by reading their problems and/or destiny out of their mind and ends up leading a rebellion in a country she’s never been to. Spends adventure after adventure getting picked up by people with destinies like a better-adjusted Mad Max.
Thinking abt immortality and how meticulously you’d have to keep track of all of your shit so some nosy historian didnt spot your old journal or coat or copy of a book and call an infuriating time-based finders keepers
“It’s two hundred years old” they say. “It’s essentially public property” they say. It’s a letter you sent to your friend and it’s in a museum now and you’re screaming
Why are vampire stories always I Want To Drink The Sexy Neck Milkshake and never two vampires texting about the passionate letter one wrote to the other in 1863 but never sent that the other just saw in the Smithsonian’s fall exhibition on Love Through the Ages and what the fuck, Claude, why didn’t you say anything
THANK YOU!!! asking the REAL questions
my list, in no particular order, of when a soundtrack has absolutely went off it’s tits to give some of the best moments in any media.
infamous quicksilver scene from x-men apocalypse (”sweet dreams are made of this” playing as he saves everyone from the manor)
the inexplicable use of supermassive black hole by muse in twilight during the baseball scene
the scene in umbrella academy where five fucks up all those agents in the diner while “istanbul (not constantinople)” plays in the background
what’s up danger playing from into the spiderverse when miles takes the leap of faith
the start of spiderman homecoming when they played the orchestral version of the spiderman theme for the first time
sweet victory
“sitting there useless as two shits hey, turn around bend over i’ll show you where my shoe fits”
the part in rwby where they slingshot ruby at the nevermore while the final part of red like roses pt.2 plays, the guitars blaring as she goes up the cliff and ending with the beheading
“I AM MOANA”
busted from phineas and ferb
the end of guardians of the galaxy volume 2 where they start playing father and son
the part in thor ragnarok when hela asks thor “what were you the god of again?” before thor attacks her and starts going batshit crazy on the undead army while led zeppelin’s immigrant song plays
as this is by no means a comprehensive list, please add any soundtrack moments that were so Fucking Good they made you have a physical reaction.
finding out that almost all other animals don’t have periods like we do and instead simply reabsorb the egg back into their uterine lining to reuse the nutrients is like finding out the rest of the class has been taking WILDLY easier tests than you for the whole semester
like, hey, cat why don’t you have to use your Cat Dollars to invest in tampons? And cat is just like: fuck that noise, my body is OPTIMAL for not being made of inconvenient nonsense, sucks to be you
wack.
humans: hey, bleeding every month is actually really cumbersome and I lose both valuable nutrients AND fluids I need for survival? What the fuck is up?
evolution: yes, alright, but have you considered this about it? *cartoon blow horn noise*
Human bodies suck for many reasons including but not limited to:
Periods
Bad backs
Permanent breasts that do not leave once baby is weaned
Dangerously large, unprotected, and non retractable male reproductive systems
Huge brain takes up way too much energy gotta eat more sleep less
Baby brain bigger than hips guess birth is life threatening now
Takes like 25 years for big brain to even finish maturing
•Teeth are critical to living, yet not designed to last more than a few years without constant intervention and upkeep, and don’t grow back if this is not accomplished. Also, losing your teeth means the bones in your ear will shift, and your hearing will worsen.
•Breathing, eating, communication all from the same pathway, major choking hazard. Give me a dolphin style breathing tube.
•Most pleasurable nerve endings on the body locating on the filthiest parts of you, guarenteed spread of bacteria.
•knees and shoulders have almost zero capability to heal correctly, once they break, they’re basically broken forever without massive outside influence.
*breaks down the door*
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT SINUSES YET BC LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HOW GRAVITY IS YOUR ENEMY
P.S. Your breathing tubes that you smell through are attached to the thing that makes sure you’re standing up straight, so sometimes you’ll just get dizzy as fuck and the reason is because trees are wanting to fuck each other.
The shift in our larynx that allows us to, you know, talk, also makes it so we can choke! In most other animals it’s up near the jawbone and they can breathe and swallow at the same time. We can’t do that because it’s down inside our throat.
it’s like someone either just went “fine, you get to have the intelligence to create shit but all that brain power is gonna cost ya!”
or “shit I accidentally created the worst animal ever, it’s gonna die like tomorrow uhhhhh HE’RE! HAVE SOME ADVANCED THINKING SKILLS AND ABILITY TO CREATE AS COMPENSATION”
how do yall just… drink soda every day??? how do you do that?? like… that doesnt hurt?
for some of us, it’s a way of self medicating certain diseases- ADHD for example.
it is NOT at ALL that deep
screaming
some people??? use soda???? to cope???????????
gifted kid burnout things that no one seems to talk about:
the raw panic of hearing about your potential, positive or negative
a weird brand of imposter syndrome where you genuinely think you’ve fluked your way through every success and you’re gonna be Exposed as a Fraud
never having learned how to study and having no idea where to start now that you need to
reading college level books as a kid but being basically illiterate now
dismissing your struggles as irrelevant because other people have it harder and i should be smart enough to handle this
feeling like you’ve lost all control over your life (maybe manifesting into depression, anxiety and disordered eating in a grasp for control over something)
being unable to decide on a career path because you could have had everything, only to watch those opportunities disappear as you fail to commit
Peaking early and feeling like an eternal failure ever since
Remembering what it felt like to be motivated and at the top of your game and you could do ten things at once and cared so much, but now it’s a struggle to keep up with anything
~depression~
~functional depression~ so you feel like you are faking it
Holding a mediocre job and feeling unfulfilled but feeling like you aren’t good enough to do anything else
Being book smart but struggles with social skills and communication with others.
Feeling like you are the worst person on earth for making a mistake or not knowing something
redd animal crossing doesnt even know if the art hes selling you is fake he literally just gets it from god knows where and is like “this looks sick” and then puts it on his boat
he doesn’t know what it’s called either. he’ll be like “check out this Proper Painting. This Fat Nuts Statue” and Blathers takes one look at it to tell you “that’s Michelangelo’s David. where did you get this”
My best/favorite teacher would literally take off the points for a question that the majority of the class got wrong from the total on the test and then hold a lesson on the topic because she realized if 90% of her students didn’t know the answer then she hadn’t done a good job teaching it.
I hate it when teachers take pride in having a large percentage of students get bad grades in their classes. It just means that students aren’t learning from you
Yes. Just yes.
"I wasn't confused, I had a very clear and completely incorrect idea of what you wanted."
'I did ask for clarification and you got angry at me instead of clarifying' is even worse
What if it bites me and it dies?
that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.
What if it bites itself and I die?
It’s voodoo.
What if it bites me and someone else dies?
That’s correlation, not causation.
what if we bite each other and neither of us die
that’s kinky
oh my god
this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
This one wins.
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.
i took a philosophy class my first year at community college, and it was the funnest shit ever - prof gave us a powerpoint and told us to fight with him when we disagreed so we could have discussions, then gave us his steam username so we could play racing games together. one time, he told us this story about a prof he had in grad school - guy was tenured, and apparently a great teacher. but he had this time built into his schedule where other profs would be in labs, experimenting, doing research, where he stood in his empty classroom with a warm cup of tea and stared out the window. for these 1.5 hour schedule blocks. and the administration would come to him and be like “dude, we’re not paying you to stare out the window, why aren’t you working?” and he’d say, “i am working. i’m a philosopher, it’s my job to contemplate the world and life and that’s what I’m doing,” and they couldn’t do shit cause he was tenured. and then every handful of years he’d pop out a book that blew everybody’s tits off and they’d get a surge of new philosophy grads come to study with him and make the school a lot of money.
So yeah, i think that’s still what being a philosopher is like
THIS IS THE BEST COMMERCIAL EVER
I’ve reblogged this so many times because I truly think every parent should involve themselves with what their child enjoys.
Not to mention this is an act of solidarity. He’s saying “even if the entire world is against you, I’m on your side.” Which I think is important for a kid to know. He’s refusing to be a bully to his child, even if he doesn’t understand.
I work at Hot Topic and we had a white suburban dad in who was buying matching heavy metal/screamo band shirts for him and his teenage daughter and said “To be honest, I think this stuff sounds like garbage, but she likes it so we listen to it together and we’re going to the concert for Christmas.” And it was just really heartwarming to see him so involved in his child’s life and validating her interests.
I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.
“I don’t get it, but I love how you love it” is one of the best things anyone can say. My entire family asks questions about comics because they want to share my enthusiasm for them and support me, even though they otherwise wouldn’t pay attention to the industry at all.
I cried when I first saw this
This is amazing and really important
I went though a goth faze in my teens (like most) and I wanted more than anything to paint my room black. My mom was supportive of my personal expression in terms of my clothes and hair and accessories but she was genuinely concerned about the toll a black room would take on my mental health (I was already prone to recurring depression at that point and still am). I begged for months to repaint my room, but she wouldn’t budge.
One weekend i spent with my dad and when I came back she had repainted my room. A beautiful deep blue on three walls (my favourite colour), lovely sky blue on the ceiling,and one wall was black. The black wall had been sanded smooth and painted with several coats of chalkboard paint. She gave me a couple boxes of chalk and told me to have at it. I LOVED that black wall and wrote on it every day. I drew on it, I doodled, I wrote out my favourite emo song lyrics, wrote reminders for myself, anything I wanted. It was my favourite part of my room and was something that it would have never occurred to me to ask for. It was something only my very creative and clever mom could have come up with and I’m still grateful to her for it.
In retrospect, a room of black walls would indeed have been encouraging a reacurrence of my depression and my moms answer was the perfect compromise. That black wall ended up being the most colourful part of my room.
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This is how I try to live; I’m absurdly enthusiastic about everyones hobbies, because if they’re sharing it with you that means they want you to hear about something they think is important!