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abandonedography

Old abandoned grocery store repurposed as a library

certifiedlibraryposts

Certified Library Post

azzandra

"Hey, we need to renovate this grocery store into a library."

"Okay, I got you."

*Removes the B from the BREAD sign*

"Done"

zzzeezeezzz

How is this not just classic anti-feminist talking points?

cyphir-spacerobot

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

koiagain

cpericardium

at the euthanasia party everyone gets a sip of the forbidden lean

tastyrepulsorboots

Yeah, same

upsettingandunfortunateclasshate

Olly Alexander writes songs to be played in Currys

upsettingandunfortunateclasshate

Bastille writes songs to be played in Sofology

azure-alter

You have to separate the art from the Garfunkel

innerchildabortionclinic

i'll never stop holding the opinion that systemic subjugation of women and children under patriarchy is not a result of degenerate sexuality or "urges" out of control btw. there's a reason ted bundy (yes, the serial killer) jumped at the opportunity to tell the religious right in an interview that he was corrupted by pornographic magazines. in fact i've seen the right increasingly cling to this perspective precisely because they feel it absolves them

tondog

charlesoberonn-deactivated20150

You can reverse the flow of Mako if you concentrate

captain-price-returns

tallspookylady

it's simply the funniest thing to ever be written. oh my god

pmamtraveller

They’re Selling Chocolates by wafalo

virtualgirladvance

sapphireh3art

if you are tme and dating a trans woman, you need to constantly be aware of things she may still feel pressure to do in a relationship. you need to be concious and active. you should ensure that she is never on the outside of the sidewalk. you need to lead her through crowds with your hand on her waist. you must open her car door for her. all the "chivalrous" things she's had to worry about performing all these years, you must make sure she never has to do them again.

sapphireh3art

MANDATORY princess treatment!!!

orteil42

we're overdue for a reactive wave of anti-cozy games. animal crossing but office workers. restaurant management but applebee's. farming sim but all spreadsheets. never see an ear of corn the whole game

trans-girl-nausicaa

a young witch trying to solve a gristly murder in the Italian alps during the Years of Lead

paranormal-taters

"i feel besquintled", said no one ever. because that's not a word.

paranormal-taters

okay nevermind it IS a word now and this is exactly what it means.

paranormal-taters

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS NEW AND BETTER WORD

normal-horoscopes

When I was in middle school we would do these weekly things called "Flag Salutes" where the entire school came out to the quad to stand in big ranks and sing patriotic songs. I lived in one of the most conservative counties in America and the teachers took the Flag Salutes very seriously.

We hated them. We didn't really clock the nationalist nature of the thing but we we hated being asked to stand in a big group and sing songs for nobody. It was boring and goofy. Thinking about it now, it really was just our teachers using us as fodder for a Mass Ritual to Prevent 9/11 from Happening Again.

Eventually, some kids developed a sort of game. The ceremony had all these little dramatic pauses between sections of a speech or in-between songs. Kids would wait for those little pauses and, right before the song started, just shout "NINE ELEVEN!" There was a voice for it to. You had to sound kinda like a Patrick Star or a similar exaggerated dunderhead type character.

It made the teachers incredibly mad but nobody ever got in trouble. The trick was to drop the Nine Eleven the moment before the song started so they couldn't stop to focus on who was yelling. Once they start the ritual they couldn't stop it or the spell would backfire and the Taliban Would Get You or whatever.