anyone else y’all got those clicky ankles
Have you considered that you might be a reindeer?
did you just fucking know this

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anyone else y’all got those clicky ankles
Have you considered that you might be a reindeer?
did you just fucking know this
You up? Alex Krokus
That last panel looks so peaceful. Sure they’re tired, but they’re genuinely enjoying themselves. Props to the artist for being able to convey such an interesting expression.
Gold in the notes.
People in the creative industries should set up funds to support workers that were let off for expressing solidarity with Palestine
Saying this largely becoz
Another example even though it happened 2 years ago during May 2021 bombardment of Gaza
This is what Canadian free speech organization did to a Canadian journalist who criticized Israel
My termination from the Canadian Journalists for Free Expression contributed to the impunity Israel enjoys for its war on truth.
News agency decision to fire Emily Wilder criticised after rightwing media highlight her previous activism in college
Michael Hurwitz was supposed to start his new position as Queens Borough President Donovan Richards’ deputy in February.
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also all jews who were fired or forced to step down for criticizing israel
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Tweet by Momodou Taal:
The backlash you may receive for unequivocally supporting Palestinian liberation. Online trolling, potential financial loss, overlooked on career related positions etc, pales in comparison to what the Palestinians experience daily. Remained principled. History is on your side.
[I.D. 1 of 5: Tweet via Alan MacLeod @/AlanRMacLeod. "If you're wondering why media is so outrageously biased on Israel/Palestine this has a lot to do with it."
Beneath is a collection of article headlines.
I.D. 2 of 5: "Katie Halper loses job at 'The Hill' after calling on progressives to dismantle Israeli apartheid." source Sep 30 2022
I.D. 3 of 5: "CNN fires Marc Lamont Hill in wake of remarks criticizing Israel and calling for a 'free Palestine'" source Nov 29 2018
I.D. 4 of 5: "The Guardian Fired Columnist Nathan Robinson After a Joke Tweet About Military Aid to Israel" source Feb 10 2021
I.D. 5 of 5: "AP fires Jewish journalist after pro-Palestinian tweets, prompting outcry" source May 22 2021
/end I.D.s]
[Image ID: Tweet from Samantha Ruddy (@/ samlyMatters) on 04 Jul 23 reading: Today's job market combines the abusiveness of 1900s jobs and uselessness of 2000s jobs. Somebody will be like "I do growth onboarding for a cupcake company that has a compliment on every wrapper." And you'll be like "oh that sounds fun" and they'll be like "actually they hit us" /End ID]
you ever have “cry and scream yourself awake” level nightmares that are immediately the stupidest premises imaginable the moment you actually wake up
The last time I wailed “help, please, help me, heeelp” loud enough to have the whole house come running, it was because I was having a nightmare that I was in my laundry room, and out of the corner of my eye I witnessed a Snoopy stuffed animal slowly rise up on two legs, as if being manipulated by a ghost or perhaps made animate by a possessing spirit, and slowly start to dance the Macarena.
I can’t stop thinking about this
Eeeeeey macarena
queerness under apartheid
always bothered me that george didn't know the man in the yellow hat's name. he was curious, but he didn't want to really listen. to really learn.
Binary code of a cd + dvd under a microscope
Track interval is 1.6µm for CD and 0.74µm for DVD
i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together
over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.
i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.
the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.
my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.
i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.
the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.
We tried to manifest it for you, Colin, we really did.
since ive regularly needed these reminders over the past month or so since i quit: not working is completely morally neutral. everyone deserves respect and dignity regardless of employment status. ones ability to work should not determine their worth etc etc. i love my unemployed baddies
i literally had a dream last night my dad was tryin to convince me to get a job, the rhetoric about working we all hear is so deep even my subconscious is ragging on me about it
i also want to add that this isn't exclusive to disabled people, there's lots of reasons why people can't work. if you can't work for any reason you still deserve compassion and the resources to live
i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
I need booty shorts that read “This body is not a catholic establishment”