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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
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they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
It's not a cure but you have no idea how many times this image has helped me with my OCD
This tag has been more effective than any meds I’ve ever taken
He is my princess diana
Gen-Z got a chunk of the Carboniferous, and now all their memes are about how pathetic and small today's dragonflies are.
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i think that "claims to be pro life dies anyway" is the singular funniest phrase ever invented because there's just no coming back from that unless we suddenly get really good at necromancy
pro lifer comes back wrong and they're really upset about it because they didn't get a. a. a ch
oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though
why the fuck is the muppet joker here. wait is THIS the chucklefuck that my ex-monkeys hired to replace me
My sister-in-law (husband’s sister) was supposed to get married this fall but due to some immature/concerning behavior by her fiancé, the wedding and engagement were called off. (I don’t want to be too specific, but there were sudden red flags, followed by his sudden decision that he wanted to postpone the wedding months or years despite the fact that most of it was paid for already).
I explained the delicate situation to my mom, as my sister-in-law is letting the news get out by word-of-mouth from the immediate family rather than an awkward “unsave-the-date”. My mom obviously told my own family.
Apparently my dad was so angry by the behavior of this guy that in the lunchroom at work he made everybody listen to the whole story (censoring names and identifying details) and said “I’m not crazy, right? This guy sucks!” And then reported back to me all his different coworkers that agreed this guy sucks, as well as their variety of ages/genders to indicate widespread consensus.
Organically sourced AITA reddit thread.
I wasn’t sure if my vibes about this post would come across over text but you all picked up exactly what I was putting down.
Recently managed to activate the most amazing infodump trap card.
I was driving through Vermont with a friend, and we pulled over at a tiny shop offering Maple Items. We were on the state highway, not the interstate, so "pulling over" meant "squeezing my tiny car into a parking bay the size of a broad highway shoulder."
As we got out of the car, an older woman emerged from behind the building where she had been pruning her roses. She introduced herself as Tammy.
Her shop offered the promised variety of Maple, but also a number of small antiques and a plethora of dog figurines, plaques, and clearly-hand-stitched garden flags.
A huge purple ribbon hung on the wall behind the register, along with many pictures of small dogs. This was no county fair ribbon. It was the size of my torso. The material had the soft sheen of actual silk.
As I placed my purchases on the counter, I asked, "Do you... Breed dogs?"
Yes. She does. She has bred Yorkies for the last 40 years. Her mother bred Yorkies before her. The purple ribbon was from her national championship winning Yorkie.
You may be expecting that the infodump was going to be about Yorkies.
It was not.
It was about 40 years of drama in the Yorkie breeding community. Where – you must understand – the judging at shows is often about who you're in with, not about the dogs. This is especially true when Tammy's opponents win anything.
And Tammy's mother! Well. Phyllis has been on the Yorkie scene since Yorkies were invented. Because of this, many women of equally venerable age hold deep grudges against Phyllis. The sort of grudges that result in episodes of Midsommar Murders.
This led to deep injustices against Phyllis on the part of judges and prevented her dogs from winning so often she retired from the scene. Judging is all about who you're friends with, after all.
After 20 years in hiding, Phyllis – the One True Queen of Yorkie Breeding – hatched a plot. She may have been out of the show circuit, but she was still breeding dogs. She entered an absolutely perfect bitch in the national competition, but sent her with a handler rather than go in person.
None of the usurpers knew who this dog belonged to, and in dog-breeding circles this Does Not Happen. This could have resulted in further injustices, but Phyllis was crafty. She knew this tournament was being judged by a man from the UK, who knew naught of the drama in the US Yorkie Empire.
With these advantages – and being the best dog there – Phyllis's bitch won the highest honor at the show.
Incensed by this insult to their ill-gotten supremacy, the other owners descended on the handler after the show, demanding to know for whom he was working.
"Phyllis," said he.
The name of the overthrown queen evoked horror in the usurpers.
"PHYLLIS!? She's still ALIVE!???"
Yes, Phyllis yet lived, and this bitch – the dog, not the woman – went on to mother Tammy's current dogs. One of whom, Lucy-Fur, is the reincarnation of Tammy's sister (also Lucy). This is certain for two reasons.
Firstly, Sister Lucy absolutely went straight to Hell upon her death, and Lucy-Fur the dog is positively as evil as Sister Lucy was.
Secondly, Sister Lucy always said when she died she wanted to come back as one of Phyllis's dogs because "mom treated the dogs better than us."
"It may not be high art but everyone's having too much fun to care" Cinematic Universe
The Mummy (1999) and The Mummy Returns
Men in Black
Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
Kingsman: The Secret Service and Kingsman: The Golden Circle
Pacific Rim
The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Feel free to add your own. Please note this is not just "any" fun blockbuster, it's a certain subset where it's a bit of a romp, everyone in the cast is having fun and it's just a joy to watch.
Mamma Mia. Obviously.
ok but. i need you to know that the mummy, men in black and pacific rim in particular are regarded as technical masterpieces when it comes to director skill & cinematography?
the intro shot of rick o'connell in the mummy is one of the best and most efficient camera work in an action movie. the way pacific rim utilizes space when showing the kaijus is literally taught in art school. they're not just blockbusters they're also iconic movies on a technical point of view!
sometimes things feel good because they are genuinely really good!
one of the funniest conversations I ever had with my ex was when they were still getting used to Celsius and asked me "what's 20 degrees?" and instead of converting it, I said "it's the highest your dad will ever let you set the thermostat and when you say you're cold he tells you to put on another sweater, we're not made of money" and they went "oh, 68"
the fact that this reference was that fucking precise was something they went on to tell people about for years.
Didn't realize they made emergency thermal blankets for babies
It's scary to think about babies in an emergency but I guess it's a crazy world out there
Emergency baby
[Francisco de Goya]
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
for context:
“Beep Beep Bitch, You’re Gay!”
Updated the lesbian flag and added nonbinary, pan, ace, and aro for all your tacky LBGTQ+ barcode needs.
Hope yall like my abomination
That last one is fucking moving istg
at last. the gaydar
The only pride flag I care about anymore
Ferret shows the owner her babies.
I’m straight up CRYING
The person who commented “sounds like a bunch of kazoos having a panic attack” made me laugh out loud :D
so frustrating to be a skeptic with a sense of whimsy because like. I want there to be cryptids. I want there to be magic. I want there to be evidence of something we don't fully understand and can't explain. but then 99% of the "proof" out there for that stuff is like. the most obvious scam you've ever seen in your life.
The people who insist AI is smarter than a human are doing their fucking damnedest to manifest that
Не верите. Доверите.
Do not trust: verify.
was trying to board a plane in dublin and i naively put a big giant fossil from the beach in my carry-on bc my checked luggage was so close to being overweight. the security person pulled my bag aside to search and they held it up to their coworker and said, "are you kidding me? who brings something like this?" so I said, "sorry, that's mine" and they looked embarrassed bc they didn't realize I was standing right there hahaha. they got more mild and said, "sorry, but you can't bring big rocks on airplanes. because you could, you know" (here they mimed bashing someone's head in with the rock) "bash someone's head in."
and i said "yeah well i definitely don't want to bash anyone's head in. but i understand." and then another passenger having their bag searched beside me was laughing like "did that even occur to you? bashing someone's head in?" and i was like i think we're all saying "bashing someone's head in" a lot right now. and getting really evocative about it for some reason.
I went on a month-long excavation in Mongolia around 8 years ago, and 2 days before I was supposed to fly home I had gone to dinner where they accidentally ran my credit card for $100 more than they meant to. The compromise was to hand me change in the local currency. So the next day I spend all that money on souvenirs for my family.
At the airport I find out my bag is overweight.
The check-in lady doesn’t know English. I don’t know Mongolian.
I open my suitcase. I pull out my camping blanket. I pull out my body pillow (shaped like a 5-foot-long mahi mahi). I am still over the weight limit.
Through a translation app she suggests moving any textbooks into my carry-on.
I don’t have any books but I shuffle things around. I am still over the weight limit.
I reach into my bag. Pull out my tool kit with all my archaeology things. Pull out a hammer. Place it on the check in counter.
The lady looses it.
She can’t stop laughing at my Mary Poppins-like clown car of a suitcase.
Everything goes back into the bag except the hammer and the blanket. I am finally under the weight limit.
I fold the blanket and keep it in my arms. I slide the hammer over to her and smile. She starts laughing again, but takes my bag and waves me through.
I think about her sometimes, and wonder if she still thinks about the crazy American woman who brought a giant fish pillow and a hammer on vacation.
