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[ID: Legolas, after downing a glass of champagne, says, "happy new years sluts," and runs away. /end]
JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS (2001) dir. Deborah Kaplan, Harry Elfont
[image description: seven gifs from Josie and the Pussycats. Mel, Josie, and Val are crossing the street, carrying their instruments and wearing their cat-ear headbands, when Wyatt's car screeches to a halt in front of them. as they all gape at each other in shock, the background music ("Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf) sings, "Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night... I can see paradise by the dashboard light." Wyatt holds up an empty cd case just as two workers walk behind the trio holding up a glittering sign that says "#1 Band in the World," simulating what they might look like on an album cover. Wyatt turns to smirk directly at the camera while the song continues, "Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night..." Wyatt leans out of his car, holding out his business card, and says, "Hello, ladies. Wyatt Frame. Megarecords." Mel looks confused, Josie irritated, and Val wary. the song concludes, "Paradise by the dashboard light..." end id]
I'll admit, kinda forgot it had been a few days since I was online
"what if the tiny little bump became a giant monster cock" and what if it stayed a tiny bump huh? what if you had to work for it? what if it wasn't about you? you gonna call yourself a monster fucker but only for the really attractive enormous humanoid dicks? shameful. what would your mother think. you're just gonna get some Usual? like a chump? take that goddamn monster nubbin to heaven like Moz'glukgluk intended or I'm revoking your credentials
‘bread is bad for you’ ‘rice is bad for you’ sorry im not subscribing to the idea that staple grains that have been integral to cultures for centuries are evil. i love you carbs
Sorry we really went from free the nipple, take back the night, slut walks, and ending gender/sex segregation in sports being fucking milquetoast feminism 101 concepts to fucking girl dinner and "I just worry about fairness if we let trans girls play against cis ones" and "it was right of that woman to call the cops on a black man for existing near here in public during the day time because men are all violent monsters" and "radical feminism isn't transphobic we just need to kill all men including trans ones those oppressive traitors" and I will legit never be able to be normal about it. What the FUCK happened. I'd say I wonder what the feminists of my youth would say about this but I'm one and lemme tell ya I want to throw up. Go fucking read bell hooks or do something else useful please because all of this learned helplessness, gender essentialism, and transphobia dressed up as feminism is actively holding us back.
Forcelinux meme for your robotgirl besties is this anything
[ID: A small pink USB resting in someone's palm. Pink text reads, "Stop whining and plug it in. We both know Windows doesn't suit you." /end]
Planettes #3: Saturn
[ID from Alt: an illustration of a human version of Saturn with rings and moons. They have liquid hair in multicolors, and orange/green/yellow ombre skin. They are wearing a tank top with a transparent sweater. Drawn by gdbeeart in May 2025
saw something on twitter that was like "NO child in their RIGHT MIND would EVER continuously seek out ADULT CONTENT" which is like. 1. factually incorrect and 2. implying that children that seek out adult content (this could range from going on xvideos or like, reading smutty fanfic) r "not in their right mind" which im sure is like, rly awesome for teenagers to hear. totally doesnt warp their view of sexuality at all and make them view themselves as broken and "hypersexual" totally not
i remember when i was 13 n freshly out of my lolita nymphet teacher crush ddlg tumblr phase and transitioning into my antiship antikink callout discourse puritan phase, i was deeply concerned w the fact that i was super duper horny. i thought there was something deeply wrong w me n that i was a broken human being bcuz i thought abt sex "too much" and masturbated "too often" and shut down any weird fetishes or fascinations i had in an effort to b a "normal" "healthy" teenager. i had such an overwhelming amount of guilt towards my own sexuality bcuz of the things i was hearing from both my peers and adults online. i did legit id as hypersexual bcuz of this
i wish i could go back in time n tell myself that like. being a horny 13 yr old is literally the most normal thing ever. like its fine. yr not broken bcuz u read lemon fanfic yr literally like every fandom 13 yr old thats come before u !
Here is a skill that many of us are going to need for survival: how to tell if someone is offering to let you lie.
The tip-off phrase is "If [circumstance] was true, then we/I could do [helpful thing.]" This is not a guarantee that the person is offering, but it should tell you "I am being informed of a way to improve things."
Your confirmation phrase is "What documentation would that require?" This is essentially asking them "if people come asking me to prove this, will I be able to? Or will they not come at all?"
The answer you are hoping for with the confirmation phrase is "Just tell me if it's true, and I'll put it on the form." Note that this is not a direct instruction to lie, because they can't tell you that.
If they didn't mean to extend an offer to lie or this is a situation where they can't, then they'll list off something like your paystubs or your birth certificate. Your response back in that case is "Thanks, I'll tell my friends who qualify." This clears you of any concerns that you may have been considering lying.
The more complex answer is when they answer by giving you a form on the spot. Your job, in this case, is to scan the form and see if what they are asking you can be meaningfully verified by an official source.
Things that can be verified by an official source include, but are not limited to, your age, legal sex, income, veteran status, and place of residence. It's not generally a good idea to lie about these on official documents.
Be smart, and be practical. Do what you need to in order to stay alive, and keep an ear out for the people offering to help you do so.
im having trouble understanding this in the abstract, could someone give an example of a hypothetical situation this would apply to?
"This medication is covered for FREE if you are quitting smoking. Are you working on quitting?"
*me, thinking about how I quit smoking in 2018 and it is now the year of our lord 2024* "Oh yeah, still working very hard. You know how those cravings can hit."
*please note, how I omitted the truth in the example. I didn't ANNOUNCE it been 6 years SINCE I ALREADY QUIT. I said that I was working hard because cravings are still a thing (6 years later not said out loud). The fact I haven't have a SINGLE one in 4 years [I was Weak during lockdown but could not finish a cig anymore] is irrelevant. The doctor asking me was *nudge nudge wink wink* pointing out that labeling my cig use as "not quite quit yet" would cut some costs on medications.
Sometimes the 'lies' you are being an opportunity to nod along for are just ommissions of truth. Like- still being an active smoker for easier access to other treatments or random pains being worse than YOU personally find them. "If X is true, Y could be an option for you" is a way to allow you to snip off details to make X TECHNICALLY true. They are asking you to be a VAGUE fuck- not a pedantic one. For BOTH of y'all's plausible deniability.
"So these symptoms prevent you from doing [X, Y, Z] activities?"
Even if YOU think you are mildly inconvenienced at best, 'OH YEAH- the generalized fatigue/nagging pain/light headed feeling just makes it so hard to [whatever activity you just find more choresome in those circumstances]!'
I have also had it happen at random coffee shops. Or vape shops.
"How much cash do you have on you? Conveniently this is on sale RIGHT NOW for you for 5 dollars less than that IF it happens to be your birthday. It's your birthday... RIGHT??????"
Is the exact same concept. "You have a coupon right?" "And you saw the BOGO deal and remembered to mention it, RIGHT? Cuz mentioning it before I complete the transaction will make these BOGO..."
You may ask, “why would someone ask me to lie?”
You all ever seen that scene in the Incredibles where Mr. incredible basically tells this little old lady to get her stuff approved? It’s a cartoonish example of what happens all the time in real life.
You ever seen a cashier conveniently forget to ring up baby formula for a single mother, and then wish her a lovely day?
Sometimes, people look out for each other. Pay attention and let them. The world is spooky out there; we’re all in it together.
This is a good read and worth paying attention to. The human urge to help out other beings is strong, and people are prone to trying to indicate things like this to you.
This post gives some good steer on tasting if that's what is happening, a good read.
My partner needed my signature on a thing for the insurance company. I was out of the country. The nice lady looked at him and said "you should go check in the parking lot" and he explained that I was Out of the Country and she shook her head and said again (more patiently, and enunciating clearly) "you should CHECK in the PARKING LOT" and nodded at him, handing him the form and a pen.
He finally understood.
this is the number one reason i miss being a cashier. helping people and sticking it to the man at the same time, in tiny little ways every day. 😌
Important addendum:
If somebody does this for you, and you are at any point in a position to give Feedback On Your Experience — no they didn't. Don't tell Yelp, don't tell the customer satisfaction survey, for the love of fuck don't tell their boss, even if you mean it as praise. "Employee was friendly, knowledgeable, and professional" end of review.
Don't accidentally narc on someone doing you a solid.
ive gotta say people on the internet being honest about what they find hot in people's bodies and behaviors has done more for my body image issues than any body-positivity mantra ever. thank you people on the internet for being horny about literally every possible part and variation of the human body and for sharing it
Having experienced a lot of it in my 20s, I think some of the worst, pettiest, most straight up this-is-just-bullying-you're-passing-off-as-praxis incidences of Queer Infighting endemic to young people can be best understood as attempts to exercise power by people with very little power.
Like you're 22, you're queer, you've just become a Marxist, the scope of World Suck is overwhelming and you have $30 in your bank account. What can you do to feel like you have any power? Well, you can try to get your frenemy cancelled for cosplaying a character from a problematic show. You can write a public callout post over someone's obviously friendly use of a slur you don't think they technically have the right to reclaim. Doing this stuff can make you feel like you have power and your actions have an impact. Unfortunately the impact in question is a negative impact on other marginalized people. But that often takes some maturity and self-reflection to notice.
I'm reminded of this post from 2017. To paraphrase, OP took part in community service via their university and part of that was cleaning the bathrooms at the local homeless community centre, which would frequently get trashed, not because the homeless people using them disrespected the work of the people cleaning them but because they had so little control over other things that happened in their lives, and the bathroom was something they could affect.
This, too, is a trashed bathroom; young queer people living through hell and having precious little control over their circumstances or the world in which they exist can affect something by using the language of social justice as a cudgel on their would-be allies, as well as getting a brief feeling of power over someone else by doing it.
It's not worth it. Don't trash your community bathrooms.
1 thing about me I'm gonna be a sweetie
Can I hear a second thing about you
2 thing about me I'm a nasty sicko man
crisp glass of water moodboard
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Freshly poured glass of ice water sitting on a table.
Rows of water bottles in a display case.
Top-down view of a full glass of ice water, with a glass straw.
A person drinking from a clear water bottle, edited to include a large hand holding a glass of water out to the viewer.
A recently filled glass of ice water, marked by the presence of condensation.
A fridge stocked full with exclusively bottled water.
An illustration of a person in bed, drinking a larger-than-human sized glass of water.
A plastic to-go cup of chilled water, with a plastic straw.
A person drinking bottled water while underwater.
A commercial style photo of a glass of water with three perfectly formed ice cubes, splashing up dramatically and wetting the surface all around the glass. Text over the image reads, "Your sign to drink water rn."
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Dailies, May 25 - 31, 2015
momomomomomomomomomomomomomomomomomomo…
[ID: A weeklong series of 4-panel comic strips following an unnamed elderly man.
Monday: Seen from the back, he asks his neighbor, "Say Bob, can I borrow your lawnmower?" His neighbor regards him with a wide-eyed toothy grimace, red in the face, muttering, "nenenenenenenenene." The elderly man seems nonplussed by the behavior as the neighbor chatters, "momomomomo" out of frame. The old man is finally shown mowing his own lawn. Behind him, the neighbor has become a tree-sized nonhumanoid combination of colorful tendrils and odd pulsing masses, and it is crawling over the fence into the yard, gibbering, "lililililililili."
Tuesday: A small white dog is barking, and the old man tries to calm her, saying, "All right, Duchess, all right..." He is shocked; the dog has turned into a similar incomprehensible mass of wrong parts. The old man leans forward with his hands on his hips, disapproving. "You do that outside, Duchess!"
Wednesday: Watching TV and the image is a quaint little farmhouse. The TV changes for a split second to the corrupting mass, before resuming to its original pastoral scene. The man is illuminated by the glow of the screen, saying, "These foreign programs sure are something different."
Thursday: At the grocery store, inspecting the oranges. He picks one up to examine it further, and it too sprouts indescribable alien shapes. As the mass begins to tower above him, he asks, "Say, where is everyone anyways?"
Friday: He waves and calls cheerfully, "Mary! Am I ever glad to see you!" Seen in profile, he frowns as he says, "Something awful funny is going on around here." The frame widens to reveal no one is there, punctuated by the twisting of a lone leaf in the wind. Seen from the back—revealing a suspicious mass affixed to the base of his neck—he cries out, "Mary, this is hardly the time for jokes!"
Saturday: In his kitchen, he says to himself, "I'd better nenenenene some momomo-" Looking down to his hands, they erupt with vine-like filaments and mossy pustules and extra fingers. A nervous sweat builds at his temples as he chuckles, "Heh heh." Seen from the back with the mass climbing up to his scalp, he quietly composes himself. "ahem. I'd better make some lililililililili..."
Sunday: The man is now consumed and unrecognizable. The mass that was once the old man spreads itself across a familiar recliner. It slithers down the hall, finally pushing out the front through the dog door. It crawls across the lawn, reaching a pair of plant-like protrusions out to the handle of the lawnmower. /end]
Always thinking about how black women originated the long acrylic nails look and were mocked and insulted for them for years, the look was called ghetto and disgusting... And now the same look is just the default fucking style of nail in middle class America lol
anyway re: the second to last reblog it is genuinely crazy how the default position in america is the sense that the military is inherently deserving of admiration and respect and early boarding on planes and discounts at fucking applebees or whatever just on the basis of being In The Military. they don't even have to do anything, fucking tyler who's 18 and just enlisted yesterday in a Brave Warrior of Democracy now and he deserves our respect. and this shit is bipartisan. you have to be soooooo far dirtbag left before it's okay to even lightly suggest that Maybe The Military Shouldn't Do All That, let alone that it shouldn't exist and that you don't think people should get any kind of hero worship for signing up to occupy a foreign country and kill civilians on demand. and it's doubly insane because the government so badly doesn't give a fuck about actual veterans, like so so so many of them are disabled or addicted or unhoused or whatever and they receive like. little to no support for it. but the CONCEPT of someone being in the military is supposed to make you nut with patriotism and if you hate the military it's obviously because you're commie scum. stupid ass theme park of a country.