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do yâall remember usernames??? from back when every fuckin website didnât need your email phone number home address social security number just to join/sign up for something?? when you could make website-specific accounts that werenât linked to literally anything else??? they tried to boil us like a frog slowly switching to âusername/emailâ and then just asking for your email. but I remember. I remember usernames.
Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
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just cried so hard at this that i actually nearly threw up
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i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich
When it comes to faith in humanity I have to share an experience I will never forget.
It happened in a train, near noon in the middle of July in the south of France. Which for those familiar should tell you something about how hot it was. For those unfamiliar it's pretty damn hot particularly for people like yours truly who do not take heat well.
The train was packed, which did not help the heat. I had eaten but a handful of nuts in the morning, which was a bad decision. I didn't have a seat, which isn't necessarily an issue. Usually.
But the heat and the lack of food (mostly the heat) made a bad combination. The lightheadedness fell on me like an anvil. Sudden. Heavy. I felt nauseous which was truly the worst part because is there a worse place to puke than in a packed train? I didn't think so and I still don't.
People noticed. I don't know if it was the swaying or maybe I had gone visibly pale but three different people got up to give me their seat. Or four. I don't know, but it was a lot. The rules of politeness and manners don't apply when you're afraid you're gonna puke so I very gratefully took a seat.
A woman gave me a chocolate biscuit, she said she kept this sort of thing in her bag always because her son has diabetes. Two people offered me water but I had my own which I did drink. Two other people offered me more food. A man offered me vitamins. I hesitated and he gave me the package so I could check for myself it wasn't, like, drugs. I am mildly ashamed to say that I did not hesitate for reasons of a stranger giving me medicine but because I thought the orange-flavored vitamins might not mix super well with the chocolate biscuit I was eating. For my defense, sensory issues can be bad and I already wasn't feeling well. But I did learn my lesson about trusting strangers with medicine. This one was trustworthy, but still. Man who gave me vitamins, kudos to you for making sure I knew it wasn't drugs.
People asked me if I knew what was wrong. Two older people gently chastised me for not eating enough in this weather. Several asked where I as getting off and were visibly relieved when I said my stop was soon. They kept subtly checking on me trough the train ride and several people waved goodbye when I got off.
All those strangers coming together without a second's hesitation when I felt unwell. When you think about it, that's, like, a low bar. Obviously if someone visibly wasn't feeling well I would try to help. But the way they all moved together and didn't wait for someone else to offer a seat or food or water. The way they kept checking on me. That's what I want to be like.
And it's one of the experiences that makes me keep faith in humanity, so I thought this was the right place to share it.
the ashtrays in airplane bathrooms are a fascinating harm reduction metaphor. yes it's illegal as hell to smoke in there. yes there's a smoke detector that will snitch on you the second you light up. so why is there an ashtray? because if there weren't, your single momentary dumbass crime could kill 300 people. it is fucking vital that if someone does have a lit cigarette on a plane, they have a place to safely put it out.
There's lots of talk out there about working through trauma via dark fanfiction. I'm not saying anything against that - there's nothing wrong with it. But I do think there's an unfortunate implication being made in a lot of those posts. Accidentally or not, the implication being made is that trauma is the reason people enjoy dark content. That there needs to be a justification at all.
Guys, trauma is not the only reason to enjoy dead dove do not eat content. You don't need trauma to justify liking it. You don't need anything to justify liking it. You can just...like it. I get the point of those posts is to stop people from harping on others when they might be digging into said trauma, or harassing others for their coping methods, which is definitely wrong - but let's be clear in our intent and not alienate people that are just here for the fun of it. Let's not make people think they need a reason to enjoy what they do.
You don't need trauma to justify liking dark things. You can just like it and if that's all there is to it, that's perfectly okay.
horror movies, serial killer documentaries, splatterhouse-type games, etc - these are billion-dollar industries
there is a real, valid, profitable part of the human psyche that loves dark shit when itâs in a situation we can control
what do you think is the appeal of roller coasters? danger, controlled
i donât give one single solitary shit what your particular dark fic itch is. seriously, i donât care. it doesnât matter. yes, even whatever super gross objectionable thing you just thought of - it literally doesnât matter. unless real, live, non-hypothetical people are hurt in the making of a thing, thatâs just how humans be. sometimes we gaze into the abyss, to see if we can handle it when the abyss gazes back.
itâs called catharsis, something that humans have understood since the ancient Greeks at the very least, and certain people on this website need to fuckinâ look that shit up
Our home security system is being updated today, and the guy in charge is just peak Gen Z, no professional fucks given vibe and it's hysterical.
"I mean, I'm supposed to recommend stuff, like you should probably put a sensor on that window too, but like, that's really a you decision. I just have to say this stuff out loud so I don't get sued if you get broken into."
"So, like, just to clarify, you don't want the cameras, right? Only I need to make sure because sometimes people say no on the phone, and then when I'm leaving, they ask me why I haven't installed the cameras yet, and I'm just like, that's a you problem, I'm going home."
*leaning around the corner of my office to talk to me* "Hey, do you know where [Mothman] went? Actually, never mind, you're probably the detail-oriented one. I can tell by the *gestures at my candy-floss-colored goth office* whatever this is.
So like, the new alarm panel is smaller than the old one, and the old one pulled off some of the paint, I can try to hide it, but it won't be perfect... You don't care? Sweet. I'm always ready for people to yell at me."
"Hey, so I need to test the smoke alarm before we put it up, but I don't want to frighten your little dog. I'll try to muffle it, but you might want to hold her." *clutching the alarm to his abdomen like Steve Rogers falling on a grenade* "I'm sorry little dog, I'm so sorry."
But was Little Dog frightened??
She was, but she was also very brave and got a treat.
has anyone noticed that after the porn ban of 2018 tumblr was essentially killed from the mainstream and everyone flocked to other social media sites like twitter and meta. then those sites got enshittified to where twitter became Nazi Central and meta sites had an entire meme around getting âzuccedâ aka mark zuckerberg himself would ban you for saying a no-no word like fuck. and then the mainstream shifted to tiktok where infamous toddlerspeak sentences like âhe got unalived by a pew pewâ were born because if you once again say a no-no word like kill or gun or any other word that isnât corporate i mean kid friendly then the algorithm will bury your post into the ground. and somehow weâve come full circle and tumblr is now the most bearable social media site because although we canât have female presenting nipples we can at least talk to each other like adults. has anyone noticed that at all or is it just me and the flaming skull
i know we're not supposed to say this but i literally love being alone and going on the computer
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