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@drblackgaard
i havent seen the strong as fuck ice mummy in a while. i hope shes doing ok
spring thaw. weak as fuck water mummy now
It's that time again
Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.
These were too good to let stay hidden in the notes
First two have good trigger discipline. Not Notsomuch number three in line.
Number Three is ready to kill
"Anthy being fought over like a piece of meat was really fun and good until the show revealed how it was trying to talk about such abuse and CRITICIZE the systems that objectify and victimize women! that's just YIKES!"
hello? can anyone hear me? it's so dark.
happy pride month to the fuck tree I guess
incredible sounds happening here
This is what we call An Argument
An Argument/Game
Filippo Palizzi (Italian painter 1818–1899)
Excavations in Pompeii, 1870
Oil on Canvas
119.5 × 86 cm.
Private Collection
@anthropologist-on-the-loose get peer-reviewed because your shared experience with the subject of the painting really heightened the emotional impact of this artwork for me ( An impact which was already high tbh. The idea that Pompeii was built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations. What if I just started screaming and never stopped. )
"Built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations" is ruining me, thanks
But it was buried by generations! Yes, it was buried in a volcanic eruption, but it was also figuratively buried. Over the centuries the location of Pompeii was lost, and it was found again by accident during construction projects. The ruins were not conclusively identified as the city of Pompeii until the 18th century (more than a millennia and a half after the eruption!) and it has been excavated ever since. People have been digging there since before the formation of the United States.
It's truly an incredible, one-of-a-kind site.
Happy Pride 🎉🎉🎉
back in college i apprenticed for a dulcimer maker and did a lot of the menial cleaning tasks in his shop in exchange for banjo lessons as well. his shop was in his basement and we'd usually stay up all night working and listening to a radio show where people called in with conspiracy theories and alien abduction stories etc. which was a vibe. anyway he loved my dog and always called her his girlfriend. also if we worked too loud it would wake up his wife and daughter which ofc we wanted to avoid. so sometimes if they were out of town he'd send a text like "[wife] and [daughter] gone this weekend. come over and we can go all night. bring my girlfriend." and the wording was genuinely unintentional but i was like bobby you can't say it like that.
transgender jesus poem (working title) some explanations below the cut
Buahahahahaha!
This is why we can never let local news die. Commitment to the bit as an art form must survive
Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?
I swear to God, it was an accident.
My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.
The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.
Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.
My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.
He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.
They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?
AITA?
YTA
NTA
JAH
NAH
ESH
INFO
Damned for all time
What are these acronyms?
Happy Good Friday
Turning the cuck chair around backwards to show I'm not like your other, boring cuckolds
*youth pastor voice* you know who else got nailed while all his friends watched? that's right,
if i can impart any one piece of wisdom to y’all, it’s to, whenever possible, assume good intentions
assume people are trying their best, want to be good and treat others well, and that when their behavior doesn’t align with those goals, it’s because of outside factors that are pushing them to their limit
it’s hard to do, it doesn’t always come naturally, but it’s worth it
before anyone jumps in with an “op has clearly never worked in the service industry,” i work in a public facing library job
i have a patron who is mean as a snake. won’t respond when you greet her, barks orders at you, and is generally nasty
i couldn’t stand her & dreaded the moment she walked in the door, until i stopped one day & went “wow, to walk around feeling unhappy enough to treat people so horribly every day. what a difficult way to live.”
and so my tactics changed. i made a point to be extra kind & friendly to her. she changed her hair color one day & when i complimented her on it, she was very caught off guard & said “oh, thank you. my whole life i’ve thought i was ugly.”
now we’re at the point where she shows me pictures of watercolor paintings she made & says hi when she walks in the door. she’s not my favorite patron, but she’s perfectly okay. most unpleasant people aren’t inherently rotten, they’re just unhappy & coping with it poorly
assume people are always doing their best, even if their best happens to fall a bit short. assume good intentions
one time my sister and i were walking up the stairs and heard a bunch of banging noises coming from an apartment, and she turned to me and said "aborted neighbor". and i was just like. i'm glad we're the same kind of terminally online and i know exactly what you are referencing because otherwise this would sound insane.
this is what the refrance