my haters are tomaters

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[normalwizard]

intro ❤️‍🔥

please, call me Normal, Mr Wizard was my father. Any pronouns. Somewhere between the age of 20 and 30. by bio has a link, click it.

Glean my personality from these sigils

[fintan-pyren]

I was drinking tomato juice while gaming, and I finished it, but then I died and had to reload a save from before I finished my tomato juice, and for a moment, I was genuinely confused about why my tomato juice was still empty.

[meezer]

haters will see you going to therapy and be like he cant afford sixpenceee heals

[anthonycolonthree]

(guy who's not getting anything done voice) I need to learn every skill and all information

[letsknightinarmour]

[eden-eden-eden-eden-eden]

Please please a strawberry for me please

[mommahoney]

Lying Liars

YES!

[gaeliclass]

Law to make it illegal to lie in elections passed in Senedd

Welsh parliament agrees law to outlaw lying in future Senedd election campaigns.

[katiedingo]

I had to check this wasn’t The Onion

[eldritchbauble]

"It pronouns are dehumanizing" what if I told you sometimes that's the point.

"It pronouns are derogatory" it as in a sunrise, it as in the night sky, it as in a sculpture, it as in happiness, it as in an object of desire, it as in a thunderstorm, it as in galaxies, it as in a song, it as in self love.

[cryptotheism]

Schools of philosophy need cooler names. It shouldn't be called structuralism it should be called some shit like the path of the ancient bronze spider.

[summonee]

Then is post structuralism the contemporary bronze spider or the iron spider?

[cryptotheism]

Post structuralism is called the Dragon Dance

[featheredcritter]

aliens love travelng million of light years to be naked in the middle of the night in a forest

[featheredcritter]

aliens love travelng million of light years to be naked in the middle of the night in a forest

[torstherapy]

[painwithoutplot]

if you have a very strong/powerful character and you DON'T muzzle and chain them and beat it into them that they're only good as a blunt instrument of violence and use their completely natural reactions to this mistreatment as 'proof' that they're innately dangerous and the mistreatment is necessary + justified then what's even the point tbh

[painwithoutplot]

if you have a very strong/powerful character and you DON'T muzzle and chain them and beat it into them that they're only good as a blunt instrument of violence and use their completely natural reactions to this mistreatment as 'proof' that they're innately dangerous and the mistreatment is necessary + justified then what's even the point tbh

[dirt-secret]

an ache i cannot touch

[heyfruitcake]

Now that everyone is discussing Nolan's Odyssey movie, I feel like it's a good time to let non-Italians know that the production dumped plastic props into the Italian sea. Weirdly enough I could not find any article in English about it but it's a fucking problem nonetheless.

I might translate this article later today. This one was the most complete one, even in Italian news it's not talked about that much.

L'Odissea di Nolan tra "scheletri spazzatura" e relitti: Arpa al lavoro in Sicilia, che succede

Non è la prima volta che la produzione solleva un vespaio in Sicilia. A Lipari una squadra di sub sarebbe però già impegnata a bonificare i

[ignitelimelight]

They dumped plastic skeletons in environmentally protected areas, against the literal contracts they had to sign to get the permits to film in environmentally protected areas. Like they not only did a bad ecological thing that freaked out some divers, they literally broke environmental protection laws and their contract with the Italian government

[delinquentbookworm]

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.