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Junji Ito // Hayao Miyazaki

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The world if your favourite band is the Beatles:

The world if you fucking hate the Beatles:

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local man sees really cool sword in pawn shop window

“holy shit” he has said

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Some 1,400 workers at Hunts Point Terminal Market in the Bronx — the largest wholesale produce market in the world — are on strike, demanding wage increases and better health benefits.

around 1,400 workers who distribute and pack 60% of the food in the new york metropolitan area are on strike after asking for a $1 raise and getting an offer of merely $0.32 from management. theyve been working full time throughout COVID, and instead of being respected as one of the most essential groups of workers literally keeping the city functioning, theyre being patronized by their bosses. the strike, which is going 24/7, is the first strike like this in nyc in 35 years.

“The contract is over and they came back with 32 cents. A lot of the guys died with me here. We kept this place open. I don’t think it’s fair…While the bosses were home. I was here working for them. We are essential workers. We kept their business open. It means something to me. We should be appreciated. They got money, they got millions. They didn’t share it with us. We deserve that or more,” said Marcos. When I first arrived at the picket, Marcos, a Puerto Rican who has been working at Hunts Point for over 20 years, was holding a book about the Teamster Rebellion by Pharell Dobs. He explained that he’s reading the book because “it teaches you about how the union started. I wanna learn more. I wanna have more power. I want more people to have a union. Because without a union, we’re going to lose power in this country. So, the more knowledge I get, the better I become.”

“Workers around need to stand up. We need respect. And if other workers go on strike, Local 202 will be there to support, like you all are supporting us now.”

“The work we have is hard. It’s not just anyone that can do it. You get really tired physically and also psychologically. Right now, there are 60 trucks out there and they don’t have people to unload them. Why? Because they need us. They brought in new people to work. But they can’t. But we’re the ones who know how to do it. You need to be trained. That’s why I’m so thankful for my older co-workers. Some who have been here 20, 30 years. Who left their whole lives at Hunts Point Market. They taught us young ones to work the machines. And now they are teaching us to fight.”

nyc democratic socialists of america is helping to provide the striking workers with hot food, coffee, and hand warmers. if youd like to contribute, check out their document on how to donate or bring supplies

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misogyny is when an old jewish guy is loud

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person: I hate small talk. I wanna talk about death, aliens, sex, what life means and why we are here

me: listen man, you gonna buy these shoes or nah? cause I gotta close up in about 10 minutes

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heart: *develops feelings* brain : no nO NO NOOO (chorus:no no no) stick to the status quo

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the gothest sentence in existence

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night night, don't let the bed bugs

adopt capitalist ideals

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furry firefighter (they’re wearing a fire fighter uniform over a dalmation fursuit): *picks up the hose* OwO what’s this?? *sprays it at a burning building* :3!!!!

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It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.

That changes today.

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“

Suddenly, silence.

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.

He is moved.

“Aight”.

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My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my white lily friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”.

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.

“Kk.”