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@c4pyb4ra
can’t believe tumblr has yet to discover conquest from invincible. completely unimaginable level of old man yaoi potential there
This the last straw: I just heard that the company that hired paramilitaries to assassinate union members in Colombia recently used generative AI in an ad
○Why does Shawty want to fuck? ○How did Shawty learn sexual techniques? ○Shawty's oil brand? ○Order big round wet McMuffin on Doordash. ○Best methods for nut busting?
Black Circles, 1918, Alexander Rodchenko
“Why should a French or a German citizen be born with access to world-class services and well-protected rights (actual implementation on the basis of minority status may differ), while a Somalian citizen is not only denied those things, but also faces huge obstacles in becoming a citizen (or even a resident) of anywhere else? If you are born a citizen of Japan, there are 190 countries you can travel to freely without a visa; if you are a citizen of Afghanistan, there are only 25. If you are born a U.K. citizen, and feel like a change of scene, you can pay $7 for permission to go to Canada, hop on a flight, and stay for up to six months without anyone bothering you. If you are born in a refugee camp, it can take years before you even get a chance to live in a place like Canada. So how can we possibly consider ourselves to be people who care about freedom and autonomy, when thanks to borders our destinies are practically assigned to us at birth? Is it absurd to form your own state? Or is it more absurd to have states in the first place?”
— Aisling McCrea, No Man Is An Island?
immovable object (pile of laundry in need of folding) vs extremely stoppable force (me)
rupture by kate kretz, 2018 (crowdsourced grey hair from people who have experienced profound loss hand embroidered on cotton)
got really high last night with my friend and for some reason his entire instagram reels feed was exclusively about breaking into quantitative finance. like we were trying to solve sample quant interview questions while fried as shit for probably two hours. there wasn’t even anything remotely funny about them but I think I now have a Pavlovian response to anyone talking about breaking into quant I just burst out laughing. Me and him have been bringing it up to our other roommates all day and they have no idea what we’re talking about it’s the funniest shit ever. He just sent me a reel as I type this about breaking into quant. I have mixed feelings about weed but this spontaneously generated s-tier inside joke is a pretty good point in its favor
objectively “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac is the greatest breakup song of all time, but everyone knows that. thats played out. people do nothing but nod and agree when you say that. but you even try to (correctly) argue that “ball w/o you” by 21 Savage is the second greatest breakup song of all time and everybody loses their minds
The largest mass shooting in American history was a hate crime against gay people. Don’t ever forget that.
June 12, 2016. Putting a date on this for when it gets reblogged months from now by people who think the post is about something from 30, 40 years ago.
I am a survivor of the Pulse nightclub shooting, having grown up in Orlando and just turned 20 a month prior. If you didn’t know, there were several families who refused to claim the bodies of their relatives due to their sexuality. One family even had their relative’s name removed from the memorial. Murdered by the same hate with which their families reject them in both life and death.
Many, many people celebrated Pulse. We were told we deserved it. That it was God’s punishment for our sin of loving the same sex. We are sent messages like these I received in 2018:
We in the community often call the victim count 49+ to include the survivors who couldn’t live with the pain.
The event was never officially declared a hate crime or targeted homophobic attack and is rarely listed as one in databases.
At our vigils for those slaughtered, Extremist Christian groups showed up to protest, holding signs like this:
ID: Me kissing a woman I was casually seeing in front of an angry looking man with a “Sodomy is Sin” sign.
Please understand how much more than just a mass shooting this was. We are still to this day harassed and told we deserved it by some.
This year was the sixth anniversary. The first couple years I received dozens of messages checking in on me on 6/12. Year 5 got enough news coverage for people to think to reach out to me. This year it was my therapist, the woman I kissed in that photo, and a couple of other gun violence survivor friends. People are forgetting already.
With the 7 year anniversary <2 weeks away, I figured I’d reblog this
how it feels to be in a transitional period
The amount of safety features incorporated into modern cars is unreal. I've seen crashes where the car flipped over and the occupant only had minor injuries. My dad was t-boned by someone speeding off the highway and walked away with a broken arm. The car was completely smashed except for the passenger compartment, which was curtained on all sides with airbags. That one manufacturer has decided they are exempt from implementing all these advancements disgusting and terrifying
When I was going through driver's ed I was taught that the steering column would stab through your chest if you crashed head on and that was just the way it was. We do not want to go back, not even a little
Reminder: if your car doesn't have a crumple zone? YOU are the crumple zone.