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Can this app stop changing every few days itâs getting really hard to keep spontaneously checking it every week or two when Iâm bored
Knuckles the Echidna from Sonic the Hedgehog (Series) sparks joy!
"are you okay?" NO i've been the same height since i was 14
I really canât believe Iâve been on this hell site for 8 years
Impart me in your wisdom of ancient times
one time there was a tumblr user with the url âpizzaâ and she would just comment on any text post about pizza saying âomg thatâs meâ and then we found out she had an entire tag dedicated to saying the n word
One time somebody paid $750 for the url âhiâ and got deleted in less than a year for promoting weight loss scams
Thereâs always been something deeply wrong with this place.
TRANSMASC SWAG FINALS
STARLINE VS SCOURGE
Starline
Scourge
(for real bc I made it a week this time <3)
SCOURGE,
COME ON, HE'S SO SWAG HE STOLE SONIC'S GIRLFRIEND ONCE. HE CUCKED THE FASTEST THING ALIVE. VOTE HIM.
I am reiterating: Every day I learn something new about Archie against my will
is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered âi used oat milk ;)â doesnt that make u want to live another day?
here is my life philosophy: next week there might be someone ahead of you in line at the store whoâs short a quarter and you have a quarter and you can give it to them. if you werenât there, theyâd have to put something back. the week after that you could be getting lunch and the waiter might ask if you want some pancakes someone else ordered and never picked up. you could find someoneâs lost cat. you could watch someoneâs bag while they go to the restroom. there are so many ways you are going to touch other peopleâs lives and they are going to touch yours and thereâs no way to know when itâs going to happen. so you have to keep living!!! i wouldnât want to die knowing that tomorrow the barista will give me free oat milk just to be nice.Â
When I was 11 years old - we went to Sea World for my birthday. This was to avoid the realization I had no friends, and no one to come to a birthday party and probably because someone gave my mother free tickets at work. It was kinda a shitty day despite being at a theme park full of cute animals. There was a new roller coaster there that had just opened so we decided to go on. I was nervous. Iâd never been on a roller coaster.
A group of 6 college kids were ahead of us in line and started chatting with me. Full on just having a fun conversation with someone literally going through the beginning of a very awkward middle school period. I was so shocked they wanted to talk to me. I think my mom mentioned it was my birthday. They were very nice about it. When we got on the ride they told us to go ahead of them so we could sit at the front of the car since it held 8 people.
Now the ride (called Journey to Atlantis - I believe it is sadly no longer there) started with a slow ride of beautiful visuals of dolphins and oceans and computerized images of this imaginary Atlantis before going up the hill to the beginning of the coaster, where it paused for about 30 seconds, and then the ride started. The college kids must have known there would be a pause. Maybe theyâd ridden it before Iâm not sure.
But as we sat there on that peak, 6 people Iâve never known, and will never know again, sang a very very lonely 11 year old happy birthday. Loudly. And with gusto. They were happy and laughing and joyful. And it made me feel less alone in the world.
I am 29 years old this year, and I still remember them. I still remember that kindness. It is so important. It doesnât go into a vacuum. It exists beside me in my daily life. And I love the idea that I have been that person to someone else too.
Itâs stunningly lovely to be human when weâre kind to each other.
OH THIS CANâT BE LEFT IN THE NOTES
I don't think that calling a group of people "dirty robot fuckers" is a very nice way to get them to perform the emotional labor of explaining transformers porn to you but good luck getting your answer I guess
the emotional labor of explaining transformers pornÂ
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hey since iâm occasionally giving out adult advice. anyone wanna know my very adult and very boring and very sensible suggestion for grief gifts for friends and family when someone close to them dies
alright. this is shamelessly stolen from my godparents when they did this when my grandma passed about ten years ago, and since then iâve been on both sides of this and itâs surprisingly thoughtful and useful. this is particularly important when people are like, in charge of funeral prep, but anyone who just heard someone close to them just died is gonna be in a certain headspace, so it probably works regardless. people are gonna be sending cards and flowers and other very nice, but ultimately useless gifts.
donât do that. go to the grocery store and order one of those deli party platters. the ones with like, four different kinds each of meats and cheeses, maybe some sides, and veggies, and bread, and condiments. get the vegetarian version if you know theyâre vegetarians. whatever. you know better than i how many people are gonna be eating it, but guess maybe, like, four dayâs worth of food.
because, hereâs the thing. cards and flowers are very nice, and remind you that youâre in peopleâs thoughts. but you know what you just. donât even want to think about when someone dies? making dinner. going to the grocery store. ordering takeout. whatever. you donât want to have to think about food. you just want to eat in between planning a funeral and working through your grief.
without getting too into it, when my grandma died, we were thrown for a loop. and we ate nothing but what was on that goddamned deli platter for days. because it was quick and easy and fresh and tasted good and we didnât have to think about food. and ten years later, i donât remember those cards or flowers, but i sure as hell remember the deli platter.
so next time someoneâs going through something, when a family member or close friend just passed. go to your nearest grocery store, and if you can, walk a deli platter over to their place. as soon as you can after you hear. they may look at you weird when you hand it to them, but trust me, in the long run theyâre gonna thank you.
^^This
Food helps. I donât remember the cards & flowers. What I DO remember is the amazing lasagna somebody made me. It fed me for a week during a time when I was simply incapable of finding or preparing meals. The deli platter is an interesting twist on that and Iâm filing that away for sure.
honeybaked ham delivers
When my dad died, everything was a black blur of grief and nobody could even really approach taking basic care of ourselves. A family friend made and brought over a HUMONGOUS batch of jambalaya, and it is basically the chief reason nobody fainted from hunger.
When my father died 18 years ago: I remember that friends and family had flowers delivered and that was nice - but I donât even remember what kind of flowers or colors.
I remember my momâs best friend at the time landing on our doorstep with BAGS of groceries that fed us for a couple of weeks.
When my mother died nearly a year ago: I know that a cousin ordered a bouquet of flowers and they were lovely.
What I remember is my momâs friends landing in my doorstep with bags of groceries that kept me going for a while so I didnât have to think about feeding myself because I was absolutely lost in a sea of grief and being suddenly Alone and just in a daze of âWhat the fuck just happened? Why am I alone? Where are you? WHY AM I ALONE? What do I do now?â
When my body finally DEMANDED I ingest sustenance - I didnât have to think about it; I just went for the easy stuff and got it done with.
This is why Jews sit shiva. You have to take a week to grieve and have people bring you food and emotional support, itâs honestly something I wish more cultures had. We donât need flowers we need people to help us hold ourselves together, and sometimes that means just bringing a plate of cheese and crackers so the grieving person doesnât have to cook.
Yes! If you or the person who is grieving lives in a Jewish area, you can usually find a Jewish deli that offers Shiva Platters.
If itâs a good one, theyâll call the grieving folks and work out what they need and when to make sure they are helping the best way they can.
 My mom and I both work for the state, specifically in IT in different but related areas; almost everyone in our units knew both of us pretty well sometimes for years or decades, either having worked with one or both of us, worked near one or both of us, or in a couple of cases, changed my diapers.
When my dad died, my unitâs condolences were a MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE variety sandwich tray from Jasonâs Deli and all the things that hygo with giant sandwich platters (chips, fruit tray, cookie tray, potato salad maybe? some other things, this is like the BIG PARTY PACK or something). I mean, even with me, mom, two sisters, four kids, a BIL, and a sisterâs boyfriend, that was five days of food at minimum. Momâs unit, on the other hand, sent both cashânot loose cash, someone took the time to convert it into practical tens and twentiesâand one or two extremely generous Visa cards.Â
(Iâm ninety-nine percent sure this was a collaborative effort between our units.)
Simple food that required no effort whatsoever even in âwashing dishesâ, just pick up and chew; cash so weâd have that on hand if we needed it without having to go to an ATM or the bank or remember where the debit card is; the Visa gift cards because we work for the state, our names and salaries are not only public knowledge but PUBLISHED IN THE NEWSPAPER EVERY YEAR, and funerals and incidentals are expensive, especially when you donât see them coming and youâre a public servant.
It was the most intensely practical and also utterly personal help we could have possibly gotten: it was exactly what we needed in exactly the form we needed, and so incredibly kind. It said âweâre sorry for your lossâ, but it also said âwe grieve with youâ.
Grief is always hard and nothing can really help that, but what they did made living with grief so much easier, and Iâve never forgotten that.
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oh ive got a great one. the first fanfic i ever wrote was a super mario bros fanfic when i was nine years old. but when i opened microsoft word on the family computer there was a bunch of words already on the page, so i deleted it all in order for nothing to interrupt my super mario bros storys flow. i wrote the whole thing in a day and was very proud and saved it. two days later my dad sits me down and explains to me that hes had a lot of trouble finding a job since he got laid off, and that hes been sending his resume to dozens of employers. he asks me if i know what a resume is. i say no. he explains to me what a resume is, and then informs me that the words i deleted on the microsoft word page was his resume and hes been sending dozens of employers his nine year old daughters super mario bros fanfiction. i was never allowed on the family computer again.
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Theyre so funny yk
Might as well post this silly joke on Tumblr too
I love you Espio. Poet of the century