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everything I've done in my career is an effort to improve the system. just because you know it's broken doesn't mean you stop trying.
i think about this post a lot
Apocalypse Now (1979) dir. Francis Ford Coppola cine. Vittorio Storaro
The small voice in your head that says: "I don't need to write down every small detail of this plot idea, I love it so much, I'll remember this."
That's the devil speaking.
I cannot get over these frames of Willard (Martin Sheen) in Apocalypse Now. So gongus
the “sexy lamp test” but for disabled folks: if you can replace your disabled character with a beloved pet dog that needs an expensive surgery to survive then you have to throw out your manuscript
reblogging one of my most underrated posts: the dying dog test
I’m gonna make my medical school advisees do this on their application essays too I think.
tanselle come home i miss u
Dreamt that people were protesting Food Not Bombs because it operated on a trade-in of “one bomb for two food”, which created a perverse incentive for more bombs
the pitt | i got soul but i'm not a soldier
Come to the Human Cuisine Restaurant, we have:
Boiled grain
Flatbread with various toppings
Flatbread wrapped around filling
Fried lean meat
Stew of fatty meat and starch
Fermented vegetable
Oily sauce
Aromatic herbs
Stimulant alkaloids
Alcoholic beverage
I don't read as much fic as I used to but one "tell" for non Canadians writing us, besides the etransfer, is the units you use to describe us measuring something. I hate to tell you this but The Chart is real and it's completely subconscious. Please abide
ETA the chart (or at least a version of it):
ETA2: we do use inches/miles in poetic ways ("he was lost in thought/miles away" or "his lips were a bare inch away").
Also, the length of a dick is in inches for SURE.
The Bear-Sydney Adamu
our mother lady of victory... pray for us
The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!
I love when you go on a date with someone and you’re like. well that was neither wonderful nor horrendous. You seem Fine. I’m sure if this was the 18th century and we were gentry arranged married to secure our fathers respective land interests we would care for each other in our way. you would buy me nice horses that I really had no interest in but would admire how gentle you were with them and when I died in labor during my third pregnancy you would tell our surviving heirs that their mother was a handsome woman who never drank too much and embarrassed herself in company