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RIP the victorians you would have loved the hanahaki trope
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my three boyfriends. and yes, they smoke weed
do they smoke weed?
yes, actually
you mean he isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
its called a bunt, not a weed cigarette. and yes, it is a weed bunt. they all smoke weed bunts before we kiss (they are my boyfriends)
They don’t look like they smoke weed
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im so angry youre so lucky my three weed smoking boyfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down
Your “weed smoking boyfriend” has a lightening tattoo on his face. The one in the middle.
i printed out a photo of your pfp and taped it to my punching bag and punch and i mutter your url with every strong punch i punch you twerp..... dont ever Talk about Jonny or the wicked liner(eyeliner) i drew on him ever again i Dont wanna see you standing outside my home at 3am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
well that escalated quickly……
what. was that? hmm? come again? *Jonny grabs my shoulder* come one, Marius, they arent worth it, please *i jerk my shoulder shaking his hand off* NO! NOOOO!!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big metal fist. with each blow i let out a furious yell. the blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I'm yelling so loud now I'm crying. BREAKING POINT. the week was hard and i cant take it anymore. im opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. all three of my boyfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE BOYFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Jonny” and his “wicked liner”, or that it doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Marius, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* heh. idiot
*leaves with my three weed smoking boyfriends to go hold hands and kiss*
this dude playin omg
come again? *the bar falls silent. no one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. i remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. one hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* come again?! *you can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. a bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. the bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. his eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. a handful of people hurriedly leave. one person looks back at you. a look of sorrow on their face. they almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. but not you. you stand, petrified. a quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. you look to the exit, there’s still time. but there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. my hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. but the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. you know that song about the boots that were made for walking? yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. as I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Marius publicly, ever happened to their family? your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* playin?! there was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. no playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… love. I loved them… Jonny…. Brian… Tim… I loved all three of em… but they…*my face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* they left me… left… *almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* playin? playin?! *my hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. you close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ he says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. but instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. there is only sadness.* left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
wow, grow up. *you say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Idk what sonic.exe is but I just saw this on Twitter and this is wild
I just remembered my second Pride, where I made different flag themed daisy chain bracelets/necklaces to hand out. I need folks to understand something:
They were free.
They were fucking free.
They were maybe ¢60 of acrylic yarn each at the most, and the whole ziploc bag of them took 2 hours max.
Three people gave me sad eyes until I took their money.
Someone who was clearly the mom friend of their group made me take a $5 and gave a 10 minute pep talk.
At least four more people insisted on getting change to pay for the, once again, free bracelets.
In spite of all these shenanigans, the absolute best was this one person who I can only describe as, “queer surfer dude who looks like a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend.” I can remember nothing of the outfit, only the impeccable vibes. I did the same thing I did with everyone else, explaining the bracelets were free, and they nodded along as they took the last 6 strand rainbow bracelet. As soon as they had it on their wrist, they pointed at something over my shoulder and, like a fool, I looked.
Next thing I know, they’re running off cackling, yelling, “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME!” and I’m holding a fucking $20. I had to stop at least two people from chasing them, cause they thought the person stole something, and then they tried to give me money cause they thought it was funny seeing me flail over people being Too Nice.
That was the year I got reverse-robbed at Pride. I hope everyone out there is having a good time and, in particular, that queer surfer dude is out there still causing benevolent chaos.
Hate diet culture so much bitches will b like “don’t eat processed carbs they’re so bad for you” like and??? So what?? God did not give us grain and stone to grind it with for no reason. Bread is inevitable. Bread is food for the heart and the soul. U think I’m gonna give that up in pursuit of instagram fitness?? U think I’m gonna deny myself the simple pleasure of toast with jam so I can endlessly chase an ever-shifting standard of beauty that ultimately means nothing? In 20 years I will no longer be beautiful and in 60 my body will be vacant food for other, smaller creatures. But the taste of fresh bread? Of homemade donuts and still-warm pie? I will carry the taste on my tongue into whatever follows this life. So like. Stop telling me I should diet lmao. I’m not abt to martyr myself just to get a man to look at me.
Op genuinely thank you for this
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the main thing that puts me off of playing chess is that there is 2000 years of gameplay that hundreds of people with higher IQs than me have spent thousands of hours studying the history of, so much so that when i put the pawn forward they say “ah i see youre going for the bulgarian somersault” and then i try to take their bishop with my knight and they go “aw, rookie mistake, youve played the frenchmans cumsock, and in approximately 37 moves i’ll have won”
Actual orthodox jews in hospitals: *will do pretty much anything to save a life* let me check with my rabbi who will check with serious medical professionals *values life above all* *values medical advice and opinions* *believes in scientific advances and medicine*
orthodox jews in hospital tv shows: uh…..i think god would want me to die rather then take your medicine bc it once touched a pig and that’s the extent of my religion why don’t you get a random rabbi to come bless me
I hope it’s ok to add to this post bc I want to explain further, we have a principle called pikuach nefesh that basically means preserving life overrides almost any other commandment. It’s the same reason ill and pregnant people don’t fast on Yom Kippur. I don’t know much about specific halachic debates vis-a-vis various medical treatments but there is NO concept of enduring unnecessary suffering because it’s “what God wants”, i think that’s an exclusively christian way of thinking.
Islam has something similar - it’s your responsibility to look after yourself and if that means you don’t fast at Ramadan then you don’t fast.
TIL while most countries place the currency symbol either before or after the amount, the Cape Verdean escudo places its symbol in the decimal position (i.e 20$00)
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My bf told me that I laugh almost every night in my sleep and I also slap him and deliver swift kicks regularly. Apparently I also put my fingers in his mouth but honey that’s all part of the package ❤️
My bf: goodnight baby I lo-
Me entering rem sleep:
vegans make peace with honey
no shut up do it
vegans will pretend not to hear when natives tell them their agave products are unsustainable because they have whimsical feelings about, and i cannot stress this enough, the freedom of hive insects
Prove it.
I have not seen any evidence tonsugges they are harmed or die in the process of production. They do regurgitate the nectar as part of the process to concentrate it into honey (an interesting process) but they do not suffer any injury during this process. If they did, the cost to produce honey, which is done naturally as a measure to survive over winter and through times of lower availability, would outweigh the benefits. If you kill several bees to produce enough honey to make one more bee, It makes no sense. Any animal that did that would die, even with human intervention.
Do you have any sources which suggest otherwise? I’d be interested to hear of this (relatively publicly available) information was false or misunderstood.
Bee farmers use whats called a honey maker. It’s a crude devices. It similar to a meat grinder. They force the bees in and grind them up. What comes out is a paste. That paste is later filtered into what we know as honey
This is the funniest thing I’ve ever read
@zoologicallyobsessed please show us pics of your bee grinder
they might be falsely thinking about a honey extractor machine. but all these do is you place the beehive frames inside and a motor rotates it at a speed that removes the honey, which is then tapped through a tap at the bottom.
…do they think they put bees in that and spin them around until they vomit…?
bee carnival
bad and naughty bees get put into the b e e c e n t r i f u g e to extract their honey
Vegans coming after beekeepers is one of my major teeth grinding annoyances. For many reasons, because there’s so many lies. And to go one step further because it’s such a waste. You see, the strongest vegan argument is that they don’t want to exploit animals or take from them without their consent.
… but… Bees consent. NO. I’M NOT KIDDING.
How? Bee hives aren’t kept on leashes. They’re outside, the bees can travel miles every day. They follow their queen. Who is also outside, not on a leash, and can travel miles every day. If she doesn’t like the hive for any reason - for example: it got too hot, too cold, too messy, too filled with sugary stuff and they need more space… then the queen leaves. And with her the hive.
The queen stays in the hive because the hive is the best place to live. Period. Done. End of. If the hive is staying with the beekeeper it’s because the keeper is doing their job correctly and keeping them happy because the bees can, and do, leave bad beekeepers.
Of all the animals we have domesticated as livestock, bees are the ones you can most easily argue are consenting participants in their keeping.
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hmm. im gonna say it and if you're weird in the notes about it you're getting destroyed:
trans women are allowed to be sexual. trans women are allowed to express themselves sexually. trans women are allowed to be slutty. trans women are allowed to be flirty and openly interested in people. trans women are allowed to be in open relationships, be swingers, or just have sex partners without romance. trans women have the right to do sex work without being dehumanized. they have the right to do ALL of this without getting dehumanized.
trans women are not inherently predatory. trans women having a sexuality isnt them shoving it in people's faces. trans women aren't a kink or a fetish. trans women are women, and women are allowed to reclaim their sexuality proudly and boldly with other consenting adult parties. there's nothing bad about trans women being sexual, you're just repressed and projecting your internalized misogyny on to them.
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Punctuating Dialogue
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➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can ask be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations, dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.
Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.
Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.
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