đȘ€
such an awesome emoji
đ§ oh shit is that's a cheese đ¶
đȘŒ
noise dept.

Discoholic đȘ©

titsay
Claire Keane
hello vonnie
almost home
NASA

izzy's playlists!
AnasAbdin

ellievsbear
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
occasionally subtle

Janaina Medeiros

JBB: An Artblog!
sheepfilms
will byers stan first human second
Aqua Utopiaïœæ”·ăźćșă§èšæ¶ă玥ă

pixel skylines
Sade Olutola

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from TĂŒrkiye

seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States

seen from TĂŒrkiye

seen from United States

seen from Japan
seen from TĂŒrkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Germany

seen from Spain
seen from Malaysia
seen from TĂŒrkiye
@mellonballer
đȘ€
such an awesome emoji
đ§ oh shit is that's a cheese đ¶
when men roll up their sleeves and show their slutty little forearms i wither away like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time
Guys, they're selling autism at walmart now
okay so while we were moving into the new house we left the door propped open and a fat, peaceable raccoon moseyed in, looked around, climbed the water heater, curled up on the laundry room shelf and fell asleep. what do I do now
-he is asleep. he literally sat down and washed his tummy like a kitty cat and then tucked his nose into his tail and fell asleep. he is sleeping like a little angel on my laundry shelf
-the room he is in has a door to the outside but there's no way to close the room off from the rest of the house
-animal control opens 8am monday. for out of hours emergencies it says to call the cops. I'm not calling the cops on a sleepy raccoon
-I am also very sleepy
Okay I made a little trail of pieces of bread leading along the shelf and onto the water heater and onto a chair next to the water heater and across the floor and out the door and turned off the lights and made myself a nice cup of cocoa and waited and waited and waited and waited and FINALLY he peaceably ate his way out the door. sadly in my excitement I knocked over my nice cup of cocoa all over the floor but at least now there's no raccoon in my house so đ
cardinal sinâŠ.? noâŠ. they wouldnâtâŠ. would they?
Do you have any blessed facts laying around? Today was :( need a :)
unlike rabbits, a baby hare can run, fight, or flee almost immediately after birth.
Fresh out of the womb, ready to fuck shit up.
look at his gotdamn attack pose in the 2nd, this man will NOT hesitate
S T A N C E D
This is good advice, but also why this picture?
Itâs hard for two horses to be intimate when thereâs an erupting volcano nearby. Whatâs not clicking
So pissed I can't say punctuation out loud. Nothing I can verbalize holds the same impact as just going
,
.
??
!!
ahhh honey, people lie about being sick
Oh illiterate honey that isnât the topic of discussion
always be suspicious when someone tries to derail a conversation by talking about people taking âadvantageâ of a social safety net. brings this to mind:
You know what, no, Iâm adding to this:
@unaenanasinamor
âPeople lie about being sickâ is practically verbatim what the management at my old factory job told me when I expressed concern back at the start of the COVID pandemic, that their staunch refusal to change or allow leniency to their attendance policy was going to result in a lot of people getting sick because it would make people still come into work while symptomatic and then start passing the virus around like a damn football. And these were concerned expressed right after we had made it through a flu season where that very thing fucking happened.
So I quit that job because I wasnât going to get sick off of their refusal to grant any wiggle room for employees that started showing symptoms, and you know what happened?
A month later, they shut down, because they were overrun with positive cases, and one of their employees fucking died.
So. Your comment may be 4 years old and predate COVID by 2 years but uhhhh. Shut the fuck up, actually. Even prior to COVID I suffered every time I had to spend nearly an entire check just to get the proof I needed to not be fired. I never earned that money back. I missed a week of work due to a massive STAPH infection and came back to a boss desperate to push me out of the job because it was her shitty working conditions that made me sick in the first place.
People should be able to go to the doctor without it bleeding them dry and people should be able to take time to rest without fear of reprisals. Asshole.
I always wonder if peopleâs minds would change if they know how differently higher status/paid jobs handle this?
Iâm sick and the entire process to taking a week off was canceling a bunch of meetings and chatting my boss, âIâm sick, Iâll be out.â His entire response? âRest up! :)â
I took two weeks off this spring and applied for family medical leave, and he told me if it didnât come through, to just take the time and not worry about it. I really do not say this to brag, I say it to highlight how deeply unjust it is that the people with the best healthcare and wages are also assumed to be trustworthy. Are you really angrier about somebody in retail cheating Marshallâs than about that?
Welfare Trolley Problem: You could pull the lever to save all six people from being killed by the train, but itâs possible that one of them might be faking it.
also ⊠doctors will lie too. Because they fucking hate writing sick notes.
My father is a retired doctor of internal medicine, and he hates that shit so much. For one thing, it means some shitty manager has turned my dad into his student hall monitor, handing out passes instead of helping heal people. Itâs a waste of time and resources, and itâs insulting.
But the main thing is, a policy like that endangers people.
Say you have the flu. Fever, cough, sore throat. First of all, he canât help you. The doctor is just going to tell you to drink a lot of fluids and sleep and stay home. Many many illnesses are like that, all you can really do is stay hydrated and let your body do its thing. But you knew to do that already.Â
Since youâre there already, heâs going to recommend some over the counter medicine, and if you are a loud enough asshole and your doctor works for a shitty enough hospital, heâll cave and prescribe you antibiotics that wonât work because the flu is a virus not a bacteria, but thatâs a whole other post.Â
The thing is, he has other patients. And some of them are immuno-compromised, and some of them have conditions that make lung illnesses or fevers particularly risky for them, and you just brought your extra-contagious self into the same waiting room they sit in. Touched a bunch of doorknobs, rode the elevator with a couple nurses, leaned in to hear what the receptionist was saying⊠all so that he can tell you the best thing you can do is not leave your house for any reason, which you knew already but your fucking job made you do it.
my father was so angry about it he used to offer any amount of time for any reason. Like, youâd come in and say, like, my shoulder is too sore to lift things at my lifting job, note for two days please, and my dad would literally just say âhow long do you actually want off work?â as in, if you had the money to take six months off and wanted to, heâd write the note for six months. As far as he was concerned, the more it screwed over the business making both of you do this bullshit, the better.
So. Itâs not like forcing people to get a doctorâs note prevents lying about it, if that was your main reason for thinking itâs a good policy.
i was thinking about the weirdest phone calls i got when i still worked at the public library and i remembered this one phone call. it was probably less than 20 seconds long, but it still makes me laugh.
anyways, this woman called and without even saying hello after i said the usual âpublic library, how can i help you?â spiel, she said, âi have a very important question: when you shelve books, do you push them all to the front of the shelf or all the way back?â
it took me a second to process the question and then i answered that, at the library, we always shelve them so that they are even with the front edge so theyâre easier to grab and see. she was obviously delighted by this answer and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, âokay, what about you? what do you do at home with your books?â i said i did the same thing. she hummed in obvious agreement and then just like that she said âthank you!â and hung up.
i never heard from her again. i hope she won whatever argument she was having.
for about a year, i worked at a call center for sprint. i have a similar kind of story. a woman called, and said she had a question about the call history on her bill. âsure, let me just pull up your account-â and she cut me off going, âno, no, itâs not anything specific, itâs just. so, if you change the time on your phone, does that change the time on the bill?â âuh⊠no? the time on the phone doesnât matter, the call history is recorded by the towers.â âohhhhâ she said in the saltiest voice i have ever heard âso even if you changed the timezone it wouldnât change the time on the bill? to, say, the middle of the night?â i stg yall i looked into the camera like i was on the office. âum⊠no? it would still be the local time of the tower. is there anything else i can help you with?â to me, overly chipper: ânope! thank you! have a great day!â turning on someone as she hung up: âshe says yoUâRE A LYING SACK OF-â i still mean-snicker every time i think about it.
i used to work in a call center for a roadside assistance company, from late 2015 to early 2016. it was easily the most miserable job iâve ever had, and the turnover rate was very high. people stuck on the side of the road tend to be quick to anger - understandably so - and it wears on you after awhile.
so i had been having a string of very time-consuming, draining calls. my line rings again, i steel myself for another angry caller, and i pick up. â[redacted] roadside assistance, how can i help you?â i chirp, in my Customer Service Voice.
âyeah, hi,â a gentleman with a thick southern accent responds. âmy motorcycle wonât start.â
i brace immediately for another long call. motorcycles were notoriously difficult to work with - a lot of insurance companies wouldnât insure them, and a lot of tow companies refused to pick them up because they require a specific sort of trailer.
âiâm sorry to hear that, sir. whatâs your current location?â
âoh, iâm just at my house. i was wondering if it would be okay for me to just load it into my trailer and take it to my buddyâs shop. would that interfere with my insurance?â
i click through his account and am Relieved to discover heâs in the clear. âNo sir, it looks like youâre good to go. Can I help you with anything else?â
A pause. âHave you heard the good news?â
My Anxiety, which had been receding, suddenly spikes into the fucking stratosphere. I live in the rural south. The âgood newsâ usually means âJesusâ and i was in no mood to be proselytized to for god knows how long.
i steel myself for the Religious Talk. âWhat news, sir?â
âMcDonaldâs is now serving breakfast all day!â
I laughed so hard I almost cried. I hope that guy ate as many hashbrowns as he could.
i feel like we as a society moved on from this too fast
me: so..... see anything interesting lately?
the many eyed creature living in my basement: YOUR LAUNDRY IN THE WASHING MACHINE. IT WAS DONE CYCLING 4 HOURS AGO
me: oh shit i forgot thanks