someone else: *makes a mistake*
me: don't worry buddy! it is not a big deal! we can fix this! we'll figure it out!!
me: *makes a mistake*
me: i am irredeemable worthless garbage and i want to die

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someone else: *makes a mistake*
me: don't worry buddy! it is not a big deal! we can fix this! we'll figure it out!!
me: *makes a mistake*
me: i am irredeemable worthless garbage and i want to die
ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ོ its freakin bats ོ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ོ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ོ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ོ
me: i don’t think t’challa should have to put up with any of the avengers, he seems so above their petty drama
me: except thor. i want t’challa to become best friends with thor.
the avengers: we know you were there but did you ever actually hear the full story of what happened between steve rogers and tony stark, it’s very –
t’challa: can you please shut the fuck up
thor: wanna hear about the time my brother turned into a snake and stabbed me?
t’challa: of course baby
t’challa: oh btw did you ever meet the Dora Milaje, they’re our all-female warriors dedicated to protecting the throne and the kingdom.
thor, on the edge of an excitement breakdown: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Welcome to Australia! Where a fast food restaurant literally made a mirrored reflective sea-gull proof packet for their fries so they don’t god damn try to fly down and steal your fries.
YOU THINK IM JOKING?
LIGHT? FRIGHT!
This is the best thing I’ve ever seen
The Q&A on Hungry Jacks’s website makes this even better:
Anti wolf heck collar
“The purpose of the collar is to protect the dog wearing it when it has to fight the wolves. The collar base protects the dog’s throat and carotid arteries, while the spikes are intended to deter bites to the neck or even injure wolves trying to do so.”
“And what do you get from serving humans that you do not get from running free?” sneered the wolf.
“Free food, unconditional love and tactical upgrades,” replied the herding dog.
I see your anti-wolf dogs and raise you Spanish War Dogs.
I see your Spanish war dogs and raise you the Tibetan Mastiff, which was actually bred to fight tigers and has fur so thick that it doesn’t need armor
They’re also what I like to describe as ‘fuck you’ big
you want a fuck you dog ok i see your tibetan mastiffs, and raise you the caucasian shepherd dog
they were bred to hunt bears, and they are fuck you dogs.
All I see are Good Pupps.
Queer Eye is so good because we get to see five members of the LGBTQA+ community laugh and cry and be silly! Those guys struggled so much in their lives! Bobby grew up in the south in a deeply religious community and ran away at age fifteen! (he got outed.) Karamo is the first openly gay black man on reality tv and he drowned in toxic masculinity for the whole duration of his adolescence! Antoni confessed coming out was super painful because of internalized homophobia and a dysfunctional family life! Jonathan was shunned out by people he loved because of his identity, and I’m pretty sure Tan is the first openly gay Muslim man in the goddamn history of american tv!!! Those guys lived the trauma of our worst nightmares and are now happy and hugging each other and thriving. Just seeing them smile is fucking healing (and they are aware of it! They want us to know we can be happy too!) They truly love each other and give off such a good wholesome vibe. When we look at them there’s this little soothing voice that sounds like Karamo and whispers everything is going to be okay.
Queer Eye itself is such a good show, too. The struggles they went through taught them lessons that you can see they pass down in the show, and that’s what makes the show so good and powerful. I watched this show with my mom and it gave us such a connection. I could see her grow and accept the way Jonathan’s dresses and the fact he’s very ‘feminine’ sometimes, and that doesn’t matter as long as he is happy with himself. This show not only gives me hope for myself but also teaches people to become more accepting of other people and helps us understand that everyone has their own struggles, after all, we are all human. Not only that, they all keep disregarding toxic masculinity. It helps us all become a little bit more emphatic.
i’ll be honest i’m not even sure half of these are vines but here we go
VINES ARE THERAPY
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frozen grape dipped in chilled water
Forbidden dandelion
peaches really are the whole package….sweet, summery, sexy….”i’m doin peachy” means i’m happy….”you’re a peach” means you’re a delight……like really ideal in every way!
Here have a vine compilation that I made and enjoy I’m not late to the party or anything (update for part two)
I went to a Q&A seminar with Antoni and Karamo and they told us that at Queer Eye auditions Jonathan literally ran from room to room yelling “WHERE IS SHE” over and over again and while everyone assumed it was about the casting director or something it was, in fact, about a Starbucks cup he’d lost, and I need you all to know that Jonathan lives on maximum 24/7. He is a force that cannot be contained
Italian Doctors Fooled Nazis by Inventing This Fake Disease
In 1943, a team of ingenious Italian doctors invented a deadly, contagious virus called Syndrome K to protect Jews from annihilation. On October 16 of that year, as Nazis closed in to liquidate Rome’s Jewish ghetto, many runaways hid in the 450-year-old Fatebenefratelli Hospital. There, anti-Fascist doctors including Adriano Ossicini, Vittorio Sacerdoti and Giovanni Borromeo created a gruesome, imaginary disease.
“Syndrome K was put on patient papers to indicate that the sick person wasn’t sick at all, but Jewish” and in need of protection, Ossicini told Italian newspaper La Stampa last year. The “K” stood for Albert Kesselring and Herbert Kappler — two ruthless Nazi commanders.
The doctors instructed “patients” to cough very loudly and told Nazis that the disease was extremely dangerous, disfiguring and molto contagioso. Soldiers were so alarmed by the list of symptoms and incessant coughing that they left without inspecting the patients. It’s estimated that a few dozen lives were saved by this brilliant scheme.
The doctors were later honored for their heroic actions, and Fatebenefratelli Hospital was declared a “House of Life” by the International Raoul Wallenberg Foundation.
The Jewniverse
I am so absolutely pissed off that i never learned this in school
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One of the most bizarrely cool people I’ve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (that’s another story), Dr. Z.
Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist I’ve ever encountered – and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner I’ve ever seen.
That last wasn’t the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldn’t expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, “But – I am very good.”
I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?
(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, it’s just a little easier to floss on that side.)
But Dr. Z.’s insane competence wasn’t just limited to oral surgery.
When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors I’ve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say “math,” most doctors respond with “oh, wow, good for you” or possibly “what do you want to do with that after college?”
Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.
I gave him the thirty-second layman’s summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with “oh, you mean–” and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you don’t take this unless you’re a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what I’d call “small talk” except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.
He didn’t, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just … knew stuff.
I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if I’d be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.
“Fencing?” he said.
“Yes,” I said, “like swordfighting,” because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume they’ve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)
“Which weapon?”
“Uh. Foil.”
“No, it won’t be safe,” and he went off into an explanation of why.
Turns out, he was also a serious fencer – and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)
So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasn’t the weird thing.
The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people – professionals in lots of different fields – saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.
All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.
As far as I can tell, it’s not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in – he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.
I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.
He did a damn good job on my surgery.
#op your oral surgeon is an immortal
Some god is slumming it on Earth with maxed-out stats helping people and his dive bar of choice is oral surgery.
Creative photos from mom and her two daughters
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I love all three of them instantly.
This is so pure. I love it
I think we could all use this on our dashes.
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This is the kind of quality content I enjoy and demand
The uncatchable stick.