Everything used to be 20 dollars and now that I finally have 20 dollars everything is now 200 dollars
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Everything used to be 20 dollars and now that I finally have 20 dollars everything is now 200 dollars
one of the funnier incidents of me assuming someone knew a meme irl was when a new coworker was talking about some woman who got arrested for tax fraud and I went "God forbid women do anything" and he got scared and thought I was accusing him of being sexist, so he started apologizing and saying how tax fraud isn't even bad, actually.
last one then I promise I'll stfu about him (for tonight at least)
yikes, I really forgot the monster I turn into when I have a crush on someone 😬. It truly has been a while hey
no because as a Leo, getting this kind of attention from a CEO is intoxicating, no wonder I can't stop thinking about him
the futility of wanting him
I mean, maybe I'm insane. Maybe I'm imagining sparks that were only coming from me and he was just existing. Maybe I was just feeling the light and charm of my own energy and then misattributing it to something we were creating together. Idk, when we said bye to each other after chatting, he jokingly shook my hand with a firm grip and then he giggled to himself and said, "I'm just kidding". Then he came in for a hug, and hugged me so sincerely; it felt really comforting to have his arms around me like that. But it lasted for such a normal amount of time that I don't have enough intel from the hug to decipher whether it was purely friendly or not idk. Maybe he's just an average CEO who enjoys having meaningful conversations at networking events and joking around with the people he's in conversation with and then hugging them goodbye.
One thing's for sure, it feels great to have a crush again, even though it's driving me crazy. God, thinking about him is driving me crazy, and I know there's no possible chance for us to even take this to the next level. I don't even think I want to! I think it just feels nice to be spoken to with intention, and to be touched by someone with a smile as gorgeous as his. It feels amazing to be looked at by someone with thoughtful eyes like his. For someone with his melodic laugh to find something you said funny, and let you know just how much by laughing at it for longer than is customary at a networking event.
I want him to want me, and part of me wants him to know that I want him too. At the same time, I'm enjoying the limbo'ness of all this. The imaginary'ness of it all. It's not real, and so I can fantasise about it as much as I want, and there are no material consequences. But at the same time, I really want to hold his hand and look into his eyes, while we're both just giggling at nothing, and just soaking up the reality of our being together in the moment. I want him to hold me, for a prolonged period of time, and smile at me the way he does when he doesn't know what to say, or when you've just said something clever. I want him to think about me as much as I'm writing about him now, and I want him to admire me the way I do him.
But alas, I'll just write about it to my 2 and a half mutuals on tumblr, and pray he never comes across this writing and pieces together that it's about him and that I'm the one behind the laptop.
romanticising the crush
and you know it's bad when you're writing fanfiction about a crush you have in real life and you're out here using different names but changing none of the circumstances and just romanticising them a little bit by filling in some of his blanks and making it seem like he's obsessed with you. God, I want him to be that obsessed with me irl
can't believe I get to be y/n irl
this is so unexpected for me because he's a whole ass CEO of a company and I'm just this doe-eyed student, but at the same time we're having high level conversations on the progression of his company with GenAI and everything and I'm really like arrgghhh, maybe I just like the attention I'm getting from him?
crushing again
oh my god, I have forgotten what it feels like to have a crush, this is insane!! I'm literally kicking my feet and squealing because we're DM'ing each other back and forth on LinkedIn and it's so sexy that it's a professional conversation but we both know we're fucking hot as hell for each other
AIDAN TURNER as DECLAN O' HARA in Rivals.
AIDAN TURNER — Rivals, 1.01
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i would give my life just to bite into this bread
damn, tumblr really is the superior social media platform - i freaking love it here
My "It can't be that bad- no one from the 29th century showed up to undo what I did." t-shirt is raising a lot of questions from Temporal Investigations that my t-shirt should have explained.
@demilypyro
And this is actually an excellent point because it's either no one has managed to build a time machine in all of earth's existance (either because the planet implodes before then, or we simply never manage to hone this technology), or you're right in that whatever you did/do is truly not that bad. Either way, I am comforted by this post.
so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.
This reminds me of something I observed in college while I was doing my honors thesis on women in modern horror films. I watched a LOT of horror during that time as part of my research, and sometimes that was done with my family around.
And my dad and brothers? Were deeply disturbed by the movie Jennifer’s Body. I was flabbergasted. It’s not scary! It’s not even that gory. But they were horrified by it. These men who grew up on 70s slashers were legitimately shook by 90 minutes of Megan Fox eating a few teenage boys, mostly off-screen.
Similarly, my all-male reading panel for my thesis? Were so disturbed by my synopsis of the film Teeth that they couldn’t even talk about it. One of them said he couldn’t look at his wife for a week after reading it.
Again, grown-ass men who study and teach media for a living. Who definitely watch and enjoy horror movies. One of whom was a huge Tarantino buff. We watched and read worse in his intro to mass media class! But one movie about a girl whose vag could bite was enough to haunt him.
Then of course you have things like the Gone Girl backlash–men yelling that Amy Dunne is evil and women clamoring to assure everyone that they know she is not someone to emulate–the backlash against Carol Danvers, and, more recently, the griping from MRAs against the upcoming film Hustlers, which is about strippers scamming their Wall Street clients.
My conclusion? Most men–at least most straight, cisgender men, who are both my sample population and most of the ones whining that Carol is a “villain”–are perfectly fine with, and desensitized to, media where men do violence to women (horror movies), or men do violence to men (horror and action movies). They’re even sort of fine when women do violence to women (“ooooo cat fight!”).
But they get intensely uncomfortable when women are depicted doing any kind of violence to men, especially in films that tilt the balance of power to the other side of the m/f gender binary beyond a single moment or scene.
So woman as flesh-eating monster with men as her preferred cuisine? Woman who responds to unwanted sexual contact by biting it off? Woman who frames her cheating husband for murder? Woman whose response to harassment–behavior that many of the loudest whiners know is both creepy and reflective of their own thoughts/actions–is to break something?
Too scary. Unacceptable. Disturbing. These men hate being presented with the idea, even in fiction, that their position of power is socially constructed, that it could easily be flipped the other way. It terrifies them.
In feeling that terror, they experience a tiny modicum of what living, existing, moving, being perceived as a woman in the world is like.
And they flinch every time.
Here have a newspaper comic from 1993
openin’ the door to the microwave one second early because you don’t need all the hootin’ and hollerin’
I'D LOVE TO ELABORATE because this is one of my favorite astronomy stories.
Okay. So in the field of Radio Astronomy, there's this phenomenon called a "fast radio burst", a very short, strong radio pulse picked up by a radio telescope. They're still poorly understood, and are considered very exciting to radio astronomers because of how rare they are.
In the 2010's, astronomers working at Australia's Parkes Radio Observatory identified a number of radio signals picked up by the telescope that appeared to resemble fast radio bursts, which they called Perytons.
However, they quickly realized that the signals had to be terrestrial in origin due to the strength of the signal.... as well as the fact that they always occurred during weekdays, around the same time.
The signals tended to be clustered around midday... hmm...
Further evidence that the signals were man-made... this trend also followed daylight savings!!!
(Unless aliens also follow Australian daylight savings conventions, which is highly unlikely...)
It took the astronomers several years, but they eventually tracked down the source to a microwave oven in the facility's break room.
They were unable to recreate the signal, until they tried opening the microwave door before it beeped. Turns out the microwave was letting out a tiny amount of radio emissions when the door opened, which the nearby telescope was sensitive enough to detect.
The Peryton signals had been popping up in the data for over a decade, presumably because astronomers taking their lunch breaks had been opening the break room microwave prematurely for the same reason cited by OP.
I imagine they must have a big sign reading "LET THE MICROWAVE FINISH BEFORE OPENING" hanging in the break room now.
TLDR: If you work in radio astronomy, let the microwave beep before opening it and removing your lunch.
(PS: I highly recommend reading the paper explaining the origin of Perytons, it's short and also pretty entertaining.)