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Fun fact: in the 80′s the Dutch Unemployed Union held ‘fridge raids’ to protest against poverty.

They’d find out when a politician of big boss who upheld poverty and starvation wages was speaking at some public even, then they’d carefully break into his house with a LOT of people and they would eat EVERY piece of food in his house and leave the empty dished behind without taking anything else.

gottamoveonup-deactivated201612

Direct action at its finest.

themasterplanner

I theoretically disapprove, but at least it’s ballsy as fuck.

themasterplanner

I no longer disapprove.

thebroccoligoblin

Growth

thefactsofthematter

my favourite ever literary trope is “you want me to be a villain? i’ll show you a villain” that shit gives me goosebumps and given the right context also turns me on

jeaniefranklins

#the tiger…he destroyed his cage… yes… YES…. the tiger is out

tikkunolamorgtfo

“Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours. I will be it.”

prideknights

The American conservative “advocates for parental rights in schools” known as Moms for Liberty have been busy working on making sure your children are protected from things like critical race theory (CRT), and any talk about gender identities (and...

rongzhi

A cat

English added by me :)

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ottosgotavendetta

ReBlog,pls!

momobosi

ichigo-kuriimu

the japanese “-ne?” particle and the british slang term “innit” serve the same function

ichigo-kuriimu

Standard English: It’s cold, isn’t it?

Japanese: Samui desu ne?

British: It’s fuckin’ freezin’, innit?

ichigo-kuriimu

i have to do everything around here

notahorseindisguise

i hate this cause i did japanese for like a year and this explains the use of the -ne particle WAYYYY better than my teachers ever did. it took me ages to comprehend what this post makes abundantly clear.

my teachers: its like a, a little rise at the end of a sentence, to show that you are seeking a response, while not warranting the -ka particle which would make it a proper question.

me: ok. i guess i get that??

this post: its like saying “innit?”

me: oh. oh no.

wind-on-the-panes-deactivated20

fun fact: afaik, "-ne" was inherited from the Portuguese settlers/priests that stayed in Japan in the 16th century. It comes from "né?", which the contraction of "não é?", "isn't it?".

It's LITERALLY "innit".

twofingerswhiskey

oh so like "eh" in canadian

the-last-teabender

*un-Babels your Tower*

politijohn

The world stands with Ukraine

Tbilisi, Georgia

St. Petersburg, Russia

London, England

Paris, France

Thessaloniki, Greece

Rome, Italy

Berlin, Germany

Tokyo, Japan

Montenegro

Mumbai, India

politijohn

Warsaw, Poland

Lebanon

Amsterdam, Netherlands

Istanbul, Turkey

New York City, United States

politijohn

Toronto, Canada

Vienna, Austria

Binnish, Syria

Dublin, Ireland

Barcelona, Spain

Melbourne, Australia

Riga, Latvia

Tel Aviv, Israel

Copenhagen, Denmark

Bern, Switzerland

politijohn

Sarajevo, Bosnia

Ljubljana, Slovenia

Tallinn, Estonia

Stockholm, Sweden

Helsinki, Finland

Reykjavík, Iceland

fthgurdy

Even symbolic support is not meaningless; with every such gesture you are preventing the claim that no one cares, no one opposes, no one disagrees, no one minds.

natalieironside

What's the trope name for when someone finds out they're the Chosen One(tm) and is like "No, thank you" and goes and does something else

dreamswhistlesandstories

neosilverthorn

Refusal Of The Call is the actual trope name. Usually followed by the tropes of The Call Knows Where You Live and You Can’t Fight Fate.

silver-flame-alchemist

The Call is Trying to Contact you about your Destiny's Extended Warranty.

c-ptsdrecovery

(Seen on FB)

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.

When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.

I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.

“What are you struggling with?” he asked.

I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”

Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”

I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.

I wanted to have something more substantial.

Something more profound.

But I didn’t.

So I told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”

I felt like an idiot even saying it.

What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?

But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:

“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”

I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.

“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”

It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.

That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.

I felt like I had conquered a dragon.

The next day, I took a shower lying down.

A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.

There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.

Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.

But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:

THERE ARE NO RULES.

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!!!

(by Kate Scott 2018)

ignescent

I am reminded about the person with ocd whose therapist had them taking their iron with them in the car, so they didn’t obsess over whether they’d left it on. I got over a ton of my anxiety about getting lost by basically packing apocalypse level go bag. Was i going to be driving more than the 15 minutes to the office? No. Is there any situation where i am going to /need/ the tent and camp shovel that’s in my car? Pretty low odds on that. Did putting those things in the trunk mean i could relax and not freak out about stuff going wrong? Yep, and it didn’t cost anything more than some space for groceries.

If you can find work around that work for you, fucking embrace them.

roach-works

i used to get really intense night terrors, because i was a huge ball of anxiety and i also have incredibly detailed and intense nightmares basically every single night.

you know what helped?

when i lived on my own in college, i bought a roman gladiolus off a guy in pioneer square for 30$ and i kept it leaned up against my bed. when i woke up from a nightmare i’d stick my hand out and grab my sword and be like ‘okay. so. whether or not monsters are real. this sword is very real.’

it really, really helped. unlike sleeping with a loaded gun, it’s very hard to kill anyone on accident with a sheathed sword, but still extremely goddamn comforting to hug eight pounds of sharpened steel while you try and figure out if the insect man is going to come back out of your closet and keep peeling your skin off.

several years later when i didn’t need it anymore, i sold the sword to a nice lesbian, also for 30$, also in pioneer square, thus completing the cycle of Weird Guy Who Will Sell You A Suspiciously Cheap Sword. keeping portland weird is a sacred duty to all who partake.

anyway, if you’re scared of shit, please buy a very big blade, i can’t recommend it highly enough. walmart sells machetes in the camping aisle for like 10$.

thatgaywizardoverthere

Okay but how fucking funny is it that Hunith gave Gaius literally zero indication of the shenanigans that 24/7 go down with Merlin. Like girl obviously sent letters back and forth with this man to coordinate sending her son to the sorcerer murder capital of the world and didn’t even warn him that he’d be harboring a sorcerer supreme who is fleeing home because he can’t control his abilities. Like girl 100% just banked on the fact that Merlin would be cute enough to immediately make Gaius risk it all and goddammit this wild bitch was right.

robotlyra

Don’t confuse my hatred of the hyperwealthy for jealousy over what they have. I don’t want a six figure sports car, or a 40 room mansion, or a gold leaf truffle wagyu steak dinner. I want redistribution of wealth that allows for infrastructural support of all citizens’ basic survival needs.

livebloggingmydescentintomadness

while i completely agree with this statement, i feel like there’s this disconnect between the common man’s desire to experience what life has to offer and the hyperwealthy’s desire to exploit the masses in order to hoard resources to the active detriment of others.

i want to experience driving a fancy sports car down a big open road, the top down and the wind blowing in my hair. i don’t want a garage of 20 sports cars that i never touch.

i want a nice, comfortable, tastefully decorated house that’s big enough for me, my family, my pets, my hobbies, and any friends i might want to invite over. i don’t want a megmansion with more space than i could ever possibly use, that i only own because i want my house to be bigger than someone else’s house.

i want to experience eating the best steak dinner that the culinary world can offer. i don’t want to eat gold, which has literally no flavor, just because i can.

i want to travel to different cities around the world, see beautiful places, experience different cultures, and meet interesting people. i don’t want to buy up swathes of land and push natives out so i can build my twelfth house in hawaii or greece or somewhere else i’ll barely ever visit.

i want to dress in nice, well-made clothes that represent my style and make me feel good about myself. i don’t want to carry a thirty thousand dollar handbag or rolex watch just because it costs thirty thousand dollars.

i want to be able to give my friends gifts, i want to be able to invest in causes that i believe in, i want to be able to buy myself things like books, art, electronics, theater tickets, and nice food without having to worry about how much it costs. i don’t want to buy elections or shoot myself into space.

the average person’s concept of luxury is so far removed from the hyperwealthy’s everyday life that the distance cannot even be measured in ways that we can comprehend.

so while of course it’s more important that we work towards everyone’s basic needs being met rather than achieving luxury for ourselves, you, an ordinary person, shouldn’t feel guilty just for wanting to experience exciting and comfortable things. life should not be unyielding drudgery.