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VEEP ⤠3.02,Ā āThe Choiceā
every times this comes around I laugh harder than the time before
Sometimes you gotta get down to brass tacks
Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend
Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I've been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I've known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don't fucking know man I just work here.
i still remember when the dude doing my autism assessment asked me how many friends I had, and I was like "okay but how are we defining friendship?" and he just like, stared at me for a second and then wrote down some notes
i know this scene is supposed to demonstrate how vapid everyone but bella is but this is quite literally exactly how i talk in real life every day
i havent seen a damn thing about the new grinch movie, but if they didnt make him a love interest thatās just another grinch but softer w/ eyelashes and one blue streak in her hair named The Binch then i dont wanna know
my sweet Binchā¦..
well whom else would be voicing The Binch??????
i want to thank everyone for getting this horrible post to 40k notes today thank you
ITS DECEMBER!! š YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!Ā
Anyways, Iām scared
Bacchino Malato (Caravaggio, 1593)
My favourite thing about this post is that someone saw those photos of that cat and went āah yes, I know exactly which 15th century Baroque painting this reminds me ofā
You know what really pisses me off? We never got the post Volturi scene of Edward and Bella. Like we never got to see them on the plane home or them sitting in the reception area or Charlie yelling at Edward. That makes me almost as angry as much as the fact that we never got the blood typing scene in Twilight.
3 years later and this still makes me mad.
HEY WAIT A MINUTE!! Wasnt there a post like that? Like someone liveblogged being attacked and they just played possum because they felt awkward?? Or maybe they pretended to drown in someoneās pool just to be a dick and didnāt know when to stop until they were hidden in a closet. Or something
Am I making sense to anyone?
You are my hero for finding this
This reminded me of a story from my youth.
When I was a freshman in high school, my class (the freshmen) got the most cans for a food drive. Part of our prize was that the principal hired a comedian to come do a set for us. He was actually pretty good and I really enjoyed it. I wish I could remember his name or anything about him except for the end of his set.
His last joke was āAnd before I go, I have one more joke for all the psychics in the audience.ā and held his microphone to his forehead for a couple seconds.
I thought it was clever, and I have a really easy laugh, so I laughed.
I was the only one who got it. And the only one who laughed. At the joke specifically for the psychics in the crowd.
And anyway, thatās why my entire high school thought I was psychic for like a month.