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@estartdoot
Y'all wanna be pulling receipts about something another blogger said in 2006 because it’s not that you give a single fuck about progress and changing minds and attitudes, but because you want internet brownie points for “dragging” someone else and looking mightier than though. BYE!
I believe in the separation of church (fandom) and state (media creators)
Cemeteries are not wastes of space. Historical cemeteries ESPECIALLY are not wastes of space. The fact developers are continuously foaming at the mouth to destroy them and put a strip mall up in their place should make you even more determined to help maintain them. In urban areas, they are a haven for wildlife. They are a green space. If you are too afraid of death to utilize them for that purpose, that is on you.
reblog if your tumblr is more popular than the Metaverse
eating an apple outside really is the closest you can get to smoking without smoking. some would think thats vaping but vaping is closer to eating a comically large lollipop in public
speaking from a place of privilege (good url)
some of you should not be reblogging this
... the worst bit is I know several people this could be, especially given the 'in Australia' clarification
If you know them then there's a chance I might know some of them and that thought will keep me up at night.
This wasn’t the guy who we all know who used to spray his jeans with Mortein and then light himself on fire, was it?
He used to sit at the back of the bus, cup his hand, spray deodorant into it, then open it and light it on fire with a lighter in one fell swoop to try and impress girls.
He had to stop because the bus company begged our school to tell him to stop bc of legal liability. His hands never actually got damaged after doing it for about a year.
I reached out to my old friend in question here, because I've been thinking about him all day.
I do not know what "the amulet" is. I have no idea what "the amulet" is referring to.
I instantly remembered when he said that.
While we were all at the local park doing legal things that teenagers would do back in the late 2000s, my friend here found a rock at our old smoke spot that was unusually smooth and flat. He liked it so much that he took it to the woodwork classrooms at school, drilled a hole in it, and hung it on a necklace.
When we asked why he weanwearing this dinky-ass pebble on his neck, he claimed it prevented him from ever getting food-related illnesses: wouldn't get food poisoning, couldn't over-eat, was able to ingest anything (prior to him finding The Amulet, a few of us used to play a game called "Devil's Piss" where we would take turns shoving random food bits into a bottle of coke, and the first person to take a sip would get two dollars from the other players).
When we all asked him for the proof that this rock is magical—because nobody believed him, obviously—he said to meet him behind the History block at lunch, where he said he would drink two litres (or half a gallon) of milk in one go and not puke.
We met him there, and about ten of us all watched him down a whole bottle of strawberry milk in two or three breaths.
He didn't puke.
He jumped up and down and punched his stomach to prove it.
He still didn't puke.
I'm so glad I'm alive.
I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot
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“Is the writing bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot”
I feel like that should be the canned response to anyone who complains in your fic’s AO3 comments about the [thing] when the [thing] is clearly tagged.
"The youth will save us." A frighteningly large number of them are puritanical, pearl clutching, nuance free, fascist regime loving Nazis. I'm beginning to doubt that very much.
Wonderful tags, @squeeful
the Nazi group that raided Magnus Hirschfeld’s Sex Institute to round up all the books for burning? a student group.
It's been a minute since I was young, but something I wish I had known then:
That deeply emotional feeling of absolute moral clarity that drives you do *whatever is necessary* for the cause. Be reflexively skeptical of that feeling. It usually takes you to very bad places that you will regret later in life.
This is kind of besides the point, but I remember being a teenager and being told by my uncle, "Your generation will save the world." A seemingly nice sentiment until you realize there's thus unspoken part where the older generation doesn't have to try anymore, which is also shitty. Don't abdicate your responsibility to bettering the world just because you're older.
Enemy (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve
this is maybe the greatest post ever made
Heated Rivalry (2025)
how can we lose when we’re so sincere is forever always one of my favourite peanuts bits
my dad went through a phase where he became obsessed with collecting millstones. like these things:
he bought one because he thought it looked cool and then he found out just how many gristmill sites there are in the local area and every time a stone would come up from sale he’d be like “oh that’s a good price” and buy it. then there were six. 6, count them, six gigantic millstones in our yard. gigantic round stones and you can’t really do anything with them. fountain, maybe, but we never had that gumption. just fulfilled his prehistoric human need to move around a bunch of giant carved rocks I guess. I definitely got my autism from somewhere because that millstone collecting and millstone history phase was not neurotypical 47 year old man behavior.
my dad too but he took up stone carving so many of the boulders around my childhood home have random Latin phrases carved into them. the millstones were not carved because he appreciated the craftsmanship and the tool marks from the people who carved then hundreds of years ago. the area surrounding my childhood home is going to be the world’s most perplexing archeological site in 2,000 years. one man’s own Paleolithic
boulders around my childhood home have random Latin phrases carved into them
Yep, very normal behaviour for a human, nothing to investigate there
We are all so unbelievably extremely normal and mortal and human in my family.
