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When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.
I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.
One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.
The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?
The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”
I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.
It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.
[Picture of a screaming opossum on the left. On the right is the text:
WERID HILL TO DIE ON, BUT AT LEAST YOU ARE DEAD]
if there's anything that tumblr has prepared me for in life, it's to be proficient as fuck with gifs in the microsoft teams chat at work.
This is Nicole. She is an amazing Canadian wood-splitting machine.
I have a huge pet peeve about people swinging axes and sledgehammers without using the kinetic chain. You have to use your entire body to get real power in your swing. And in so many movies you see actors just trying to chop things with only their arms. But Nicole has perfect form. And cute pajamas.
I'm not sure if she is technically a lumberjill. I think she just refers to herself as a wood splitter. Either way, she is badass.
I am astonished to see that people are enjoying this post for other reasons than perfect axe-swinging form using the kinetic chain.
Ya'll thristy as heck.
*coughs* *coughs* uhhhhh
Every now and then I think I’m out here walking the straight and narrow and then a post like this comes out of nowhere and smacks me in the face.
Social media sites are inundated with police requests for user data and may cooperate even if not legally required to, one legal expert told
Facebook and google are helping cops prosecute people seeking abortion. Be very careful in this new era people.
Online pharmacies also sharing data. Be very careful where you get your pills from
Anyway here's a link to Tor for no reason whatsoever.
And a link to Proton VPN also for no reason.
And just for fun, Proton Mail.
I wanted to be a Jane Austen heroine but grew into a girl version of her heroes
i really want to know. like i really, REALLY want to know. but i'm too terrified to click on the ad.
come on brain yip yip
this pts treatment plan is held together with duct tape and a prayer to whatever cosmic being is listening but goddam is it a fucking work of art.