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@contashas
The difference between the 911 and Lonestar fandoms is so funny to me.
On one hand, you have Lonestar fans who are dancing, singing, and theorizing about the Tarlos wedding.
Then you’ve got the OG 911 fans, and we’re over here like:
“THE COUCH! THE COLOR THEORY!!”
Another hilarious distinction is that Lonestar fans are like, “please don’t hurt our favs. just let them be happy”
And OG fans are like, “YES! PUT THAT MAN IN A COMA! BURN HIS APARTMENT DOWN!”
pick one you bald genderless idiot
- Logan’s back. - Logan’s back? - And he asked me to marry him. - What an asshole.
VERONICA MARS (2004-2019) ✦ 4x01 “Spring Break Forever” dir. Michael Lehmann
doing this with anything is an awful hit, but god, there are so many youtube accounts that serve as the last existing records of so many dead people's voices. feels especially perverse
https://blog.google/technology/safety-security/updating-our-inactive-account-policies/
The reason they're giving comes across as pure spin, they could always randomise the passwords of inactive accounts, or simply make them inactive, especially for those with an account retrieval process set up.
Seems pretty clear that their actual motivation is to cut costs by deleting aged accounts and content.
So much of earlier internet culture is housed solely on long-abandoned youtube channels
It's always fucking Reagan
Tumblr staff: ten options is enough for polls, right? No one needs more than that on a regular basis. The average tumblr user: Hey guys which element of the periodic table do you think is the most fuckable?
to be fair this is the only thing protecting us from Do You Love The Colour Of The Poll
I hope there’s an afterlife so that whoever made this pot 2,000 years ago can brag that their cookware is so good it’s still usable literally millennia later. Something about this object being lost for centuries and then rediscovered, and being put (successfully) to its original purpose again is so pleasing to me.
taking public transit to a con like
I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably of the house, asked me what I was doing.
“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
“Go wherever you want.”
I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”
I didn’t doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
“You need help with something?”
“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”
“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”
They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.
“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
What if we logged into tumblr one day, and some of us just had blue verification checkmarks next to our urls but nobody knew why and staff was completely silent on the subject
Petition for this to be the 2023 April Fools Tumblr stunt
This is exactly how he got the role playing Weird Al.
not far off, actually. al contacted him, and radcliffe said he was very pleased and flattered but uh...why him? and al said he'd seen radcliffe sing the elements song next to a confused rihanna on the graham norton show like 15 years ago and went "this guy gets it."
Map depicting which US States legally consider Pluto a planet.
You know what that is a good law
This is a very powerful life hack.
I love that heidi klum, international super model and tv personality, was like “I’m going to be a worm for halloween” and went for the most horrifying hyper realistic version possible and was quoted saying (in said worm outfit) ‘I want to put a smile on peoples faces’. ma’am I am gagging but I love that for u
she embodied it
This might be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen
