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They don't tell you this but besides the Beloved Mutual there's also the Longterm Follower who you don't follow back but they're always in your notes and you're kind of watching them. Checking on the longterm follower's bio every so often like turning over a log. She's trans now good for her
Longterm followers I am putting fresh leaves and hrt in your enclosure
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Why do so many Japanese urban legends seem to involve a dialogue tree that you need to follow very carefully?
It's just the interactive element that seems characteristic. Like I hear a claim that, at some point, "everyone dreams of a village littered with blue corpses, and if they trip and fall then they will die in their sleep and become one of them" and ai just immediately know before I even check that, yes, this urban legend originated in Japan.
"Am I pretty?"
"I don't know, you're wearing a mask."
"How about now?"
"...I'd say you're a definite four--" (*remembers that four is bad luck in East Asia because it sounds like death*) "FIVE! I meant five! Definitely meant five!"
According to Wikipedia, that could actually work according to some versions of the legend
"You're kinda mid, tbh" or "I don't have time for questions" are both valid responses
Maybe chuck some Werther's Originals at her for safe measure
i feel like a lot of fandoms pride themselves on being gayer than the source material but have they considered being less racist and less misogynistic than the source material as well . could be revolutionary
one of my coworkers has this sticker on his water bottle and it sends me into hysterics every time i see it
Walked dazedly into my room where there's an air purifier running loudly. Bright daylight, but I turn on the light.
Blink. Examine mental backtrace for why.
"My sensory clarity seemed low (due to the white noise) so I did the sensory clarity increasing thing".
Thanks, brain.
My creature is smacking the xylophone toy with abandon, but she also... has her eyes squinted against the stimulus.
one time I blew on a glass of wine because of a loud noise similarly. deranged. glad no one saw it.
does croutons know how to count to 4
his mind is unburdened by the concept of basically everything
A couple weeks ago I was practicing my owl calls on a night hike and I successfully called in a barred owl. My owl call is pretty good, but I've never called an owl to me from afar because I rarely do night hikes and so I don't get much chance to. I had expected to be really excited about this, especially since two of my coworkers are really skilled at owl calls and they don't usually get a response, much less a full conversation, but instead I felt so guilty. I eventually had to start ignoring this poor deceived owl that was following my call through the park. I felt like I catfished him.
I was gonna say "who among us would follow an inhuman voice in the forest yelling HEY, HEY YOU WHAT'S UP?" but then I remembered this website has me pigeonholed as Most Likely To Be Taken By The Fae. So. Yeah fair enough to this owl, I would probably do the same.
My favorite part of the “the IDF is the root of American police brutality” conspiracy (as endorsed by none other than Zohran Mamdani) is that I’m, like, pretty sure America has a history of racist policing that predates the formation of the IDF, and everyone on the left would agree that it’s ridiculous and irresponsible to to try to blame American anti-black racism on a foreign country, except that county is Israel so go right ahead.
The same people who talk about the IDF teaching American police to brutalize Black people probably also talk about the Nazis learning how to discriminate racially from America, and see no contradiction there.
a couple of posts breaking down this conspiracy, if it’s helpful for anyone:
(there are more slides/explanations included than what I’m screencapping)
Stargate SG-1, 03.07 Deadman Switch
please don't forget about ukraine. we are still bombed every day. our houses razed to the ground. our electricity stations destroyed so we sit in darkness and cold. our children kidnapped and given to russian families. in occupied territories, russians take our homes, while the owners are buried in backyards.
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3
A recreation of what I saw when I was passing my boss's desk
i am not a psychiatrist but i do find it really weird how autism checklists are so often focused on "outward" signs of autism rather than what is going on internally. i don't know how to explain it but "do you make eye contact with other people" feels like a much less relevant question than "how does it feel when you have to make eye contact with other people?"
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
