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@ivsovi
We're on a new platform with a totally different audience...we have to prove ourselves all over again...convince a totally new group of people to think we're funny and worth your attention....so allow me to drop some of my "A" material....the funniest thing I got.......here goes....... jeef berky
jeef berky
True compassion and nuance is sometimes and often really fucking annoying and hard to do. And that's why it's hard. Compassion is as complex and difficult as people are. That's the point.
unironically, my politics were blown wide open by the post that's like
"everyone deserves a safe place to live and healthcare"
"even fascists?"
"*me, bleeding from my eyes* i said everyone, david"
because like. yeah sometimes it's hard to even stand up for people who want me dead. who want me to be unable to live my life. but goddammit they're PEOPLE. and i don't want them to fucking suffer.
and who fucking knows maybe it'll be easier to get them to stop hating me if their livelihood doesn't depend on it.
Uncomfortable amount of people responding to these kinds of posts with how much they HATE x/y/z people and want them to die graphically. BUT ITS OK! Because they assure you that they believe in human rights and stuff! Even for all those yucky stupid individuals they think the world is better without! WOW what a good person!
I really don't understand how this kind of limp-wristed thinking can be applied to pedophiles.
"They have human rights" doesn't mean "there are no consequences when they cause harm."
"They have human rights" means we take the necessary steps to prevent further harm, and we don't resort to torture and abuse. Preventing harm is always a more worthy motivation than punitive satisfaction.
If someone hurt TH, my motives would not be pure. That doesn't mean I'd be right, it means I'd be justifiably angry
But my anger is not more important than someone else's human rights.
anyone else feel compelled to be like “☝️ ‼️” when your birth date is mentioned in either fiction or nonfiction but then sometimes you be watching true crime and it’s like “the victim’s eviscerated remains were located on november 27th” and you’re like ah.. birthday.. ☝️.. but i am sorry
I’m starting a rumor
Bruce Wayne can't be Batman because Miss Piggy hasn't killed Fred Jones: checkmatch butt-matchers.
what does this say
This post relies on two batman fanons and one fact about the muppets.
The core of the joke relies on: the Batmuppet continuity by @thebibliosphere in which Bruce Wayne is in a relationship with Miss Piggy (and Kermit). It's a niche one, but it's got fan-art, moodboards, and at least one fic on AO3, and miss piggy is a very possessive, prone to fits of wrathful jealousy, and wouldn't share 'her man' wit anyone.
So, if we accept this continuity and the rumor that Batman is dating Fred Jones at the same time, then the mere fact that Miss Piggy hasn't killed Fred Jones becomes soft jokey evidence that Bruce Wayne cannot be Batman, because if he was, Miss Piggy woulda killed Fred Jones for 'stealing her man.'
This then seqways into the next fanon. The idea is that Bruce actively encourages a popular to debunk/dunk-on/meme-about internet conspiracy theory that: 'Bruce Wayne is Batman,' because the idea existing as a joke makes it harder for people to be taken seriously, even with evidence. Bruce posts several images of him as Bruce next to him as Batman to image boards with crudely drawn ms paint lines on top, which are titled something to the effect of "The Butts Match: Bruce Wayne is Batman confirmed." which then becomes a hit meme in gotham the way 'ted cruz is the zodiac killer' became one in our world.
Butt-matcher then becomes a dismissive term for anyone who thinks Bruce Wayne is Batman.
Any further questions
Batmuppet has fan art?
I love that I share my house with one of the most efficient apex predators millions of years of evolution could produce. I love that two of nature’s most prolific machines met and were like “hmmm. We should lay around and do nothing together”. Now we’re both fat and happy and full of meat. The hedonism of it all
Humans keeping cats and dogs as family members is like three prodigy assassins being introduced in the back of a shady nightclub and 45 minutes later they’re 6 crunchwrap supremes deep passing a blunt in the back of a shag carpeted Volkswagen microbus rating Oreo varietals by fuckability
tumblr users have the unique ability to string together sentences never before seen in all of human history and yet they conjure up such specific visceral imagery that you can’t help but be a little in awe. and i think that’s beautiful
Love and peace on planet earth
The first one was already funny but the second made me crack up :D
HAAAAA!
[Video description:
Tiktok user thehypegoblin faces the camera wearing a dark elf cleric cosplay. A robotic voice reads the text on the screen: "If your tits had a headphone jack what would they play?" She shoves an aux cord into her cleavage. From under the corset comes the audio "Suffocation! No breathing!" from Last Resort. She shrugs, nods, and makes a yep, that seems right face.
Cut to user casespotleson facing the camera looking inquisitive. He shoves an aux cord under his shirt collar. From under the shirt comes the audio "But you didn't have to cut me off" from Somebody That I Used to Know. He retorts, "Yes I did. Stop whining."
End vid description.]
My child, who spends their entire life being transfered from home to car to school and back, and is not allowed to leave the house or talk to anyone and can only in their wildest dreams imagine a life free from constant surveillance, is very sad. Obviously they're dumb and lazy, like all kids these days.
kind of a tangent but i recently went to a bowling alley with my friend i'm 19 he's 18 and the woman at the door didn't want to let us in because there was a sign saying under-18s needed adult supervision. everything got cleared up and we were able to go bowl, but i'm still so mad about the fact that kids need adult supervision to go to a bowling alley and arcade. like okay maybe young kids should have supervision but what do you mean middle and high schoolers need to hold mommy's hand while they play video games. kids aren't just addicted to their phones because phones are addicting, we're addicted to our phones because there's nothing else to fucking do
I'm sure banning kids from online spaces while simultaneously not ensuring that they have access to offline spaces to socialize in (without having to rely on their parents who already don't have time for them) will help them feel better & less alienated from society.
As I said, one-and-three-quarter years ago:
If you're going to take away kids' smartphones, then give them back the streets.
I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
#dated three years ago is really what makes this one#sorry op if you still have notifications on for this one#but hoo-wee did you hit on the sentiment of the decade
I do have notifications still on for this post because I love the sense of community it gives me. We're all just staring at each other blankly and occasionally screaming.
Also for the people who have post dates turned on and just go JESUS CHRIST FOUR YEARS AGO?!
#hey op how’s this week going for you
IT'S NOT GOING GREAT
#hey OP its 2026 how are things going
I am tired in my soul.
Fuck ICE.
It's slow going but The Pile CAN be smallened!
measure once cut also once, no prablem
#i know i already reblogged this but i need to like. cross stitch it or carve it into wood or quilt it or something
concept for a vcarving project
no i get you this was perfectly centered when i wrote it
I have done the cross stitch
in honor of all the times I've made this mistake irl
why is this about to make me sob
a poem i am sure everyone has seen but i'm still going to share anyway
as well as this other poem inspired by giovanni's
and this beautiful tweet
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.
Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.
The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.
But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.
I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.
My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"
Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."
From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.
He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.
Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.
He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.
But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.
*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)
EDIT
I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.
I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.
Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.
Every child deserves to be well.
Really glad randall xkcd made that "experts often misjudge the average layperson's knowledge of their field" comic bc my prior touchstone for easily conveying the same idea to people was this other xkcd
and now i no longer have to confuse people by saying shit like "i think we're having a joe biden mayonnaise moment here"
Mb getting its limbs ripped off and impaled: tis but a flesh wound, I can still fight off 3 enemies and do a triple backflip. Pain is nothing to me
Mb when someone tries to asks it about its feelings to make sure that it’s comfortable: agony! Agony! This is the worst experience I’ve ever had
Congrats to MB for revolutionising the gender industry by inventing a preferred name that causes the same psychic damage as a deadname! Truely no one is doing it like the funky crime bot.
