wheres seasons greasons
its that time of year again
It doesn’t have to be
its not optional
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@speed-like-a-wagon
wheres seasons greasons
its that time of year again
It doesn’t have to be
its not optional
I keep sending this pic to my sister as a reaction image because she loves the vibes. but it eats my data up when I'm out somewhere to send her the pic so now instead of sending the photo I just say "pear baby" in texts and she immediately goes "I love pear baby". we've replaced saying hello and goodbye with pear baby and I love pear baby
Hello, we’re big computer company. We are truly grateful for your support! Our latest update will add a giant shit in the middle of your screen. You cannot remove it.
Hm. So apparently people with epilepsy can learn to sense when they have a seizure coming. I wonder if you could use that as a plot device thing in a story somewhere.
Like there's some big-ass Great Public Council Meeting about some important politicial issue, Roman Senate style, and there's two opposing sides about the issue, but also a big chunk of undecided people who could be persuaded to vote either way. And there's someone in attendance, who hasn't spoken out loud about the issue anywhere but sides strongly with one of the options. And just when the dispute is about to swing to the wrong direction, they sense a seizure about to happen, and it's too late for them to try to get out of there or really even warn anyone.
So instead they just stand up, boldly announce, "I, for one, am sure that [option they do not want] cannot fail! If I am wrong, let the Gods smite me right where I stand!" and then the fucking seizure hits.
I used to get really bad nose bleeds but sometimes could feel when they were starting. One day in middle school this guy in geography class wouldn’t shut the fuck up about that conspiracy theory that Delaware doesn’t exist, so when I felt one coming on I loudly interrupted the rant our teacher was inexplicably allowing to derail the class by saying “if you don’t stop I’m gonna have an aneurism!” The guy of course just kept going so a second later a small torrent of blood gushed out of my head and, being a dramatic bitch, I collapsed face down onto my desk into a nice little puddle of blood. Anyway apparently outside of intense Roman Senate-esque debates, these stunts apparently induce panic attacks in educators and end up with you getting lectured about how traumatizing it is for your classmates when you “fake your death for dramatic effect”
I believe this falls into the "I don't think people should be punished for objectively funny crimes" category.
Whenever I say some cool crazy shit the most normal guy on the planet goes “is he high?”
No I am not. The black mold may contribute to certain behaviors.
Ok J.K. Rowling
The black mold contributes to brain fog and respiratory problems, being a transphobe comes from within. Do not blame the black mold for her behavior.
using gluten-free potato flour, chickpea water, artificial sweetener, lactose-free milk, and that ‘cant believe it’s not butter’ shit to make what scientists are calling “improbable cake”
this sounds improbable. can i have a slice?
unlikely
So does it really exist? Or is it a lie??
Two things can be real.
Please do not continue to question the probability of my statistically aberrant cake
against all odds i have brought it into existence
Dullahan
Catholics were boycotting tumblr, so the CEO tried to appease them by declaring the first Tuesday of every month Official Jesus Tuesday. During that day, the dashboard layout temporarily changed so all the posts were surrounded by pictures of muscular naked Jesus.
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a guy shoots at me with a sniper rifle and I catch the bullet in my teeth and eat it, but he saw that coming and put poison in the bullet, but I saw that coming and drank an antidote ahead of time, but all those weird chemicals still give me a really bad kidney stone a few days later and I pass out from pain and crash my car into, by pure coincidence, the sniper
a party of adventurers that are all equally convinced that they are in completely different forms of media
the mage keeps giving smug glances in the direction they assume a camera is in. the fighter keeps getting indignant about missing attacks because of "bad dice rolls." the rogue is doubtful that a villain is gone for good because "nobody ever stays dead in comics." the paladin attributes fortune to "good rng." none of them have even considered that "tumblr post" was an option
when he says "ahwooo" it's scary because you think the werewolves are nearby. but then he says "the werewolves of london" and you think oh.. i'm not in london. but then you remember they could travel
There's this interesting phenomenon where when you're a child, or some other vulnerable minority dependent on a job for shelter, you are actually under duress almost constantly. You can't say "I don't want to work today," you cannot say "I don't want to do the dishes, actually," you cannot choose not to participate. In a lot of cases, the punishment is explicit. Your parents might yell at you. Your boss might fire you. But in other cases, it's implicit. The mood will sour. You lose leeway. People get mad at you. And that creates a really shitty environment where you're constantly being coerced to do things!
And here's the kicker; you're not allowed to acknowledge that. You cannot acknowledge that you are being coerced, you cannot acknowledge that your free will is not being respected, because that's punished too. Your boss insists that you act excited. Your parents punish you for acting surly. You are forced to fake enthusiastic consent, constantly. It's a fucking nightmare. Your hand is being forced, you do not have the option to say "no," and if you ever, for a second, try to acknowledge that, everyone acts like you're the aggressor.
This post might have been what got my blog deleted lmao
A fae being stands before you.
“Every day you will receive one thousand dollars in your bank account. But every time you lift a glass to your lips to take a drink, you will hit your front teeth on the first try. Every. Time. Do you accept this deal?”
Yes. Quite easily so. You see, making deals with the Fae is down to very specific word choices. They shot themselves in the foot with their own words here while making this deal, even though they thought their word choice was so very, very clever. The Fae specifically uses the word “glass”. This, in turn, limits the person that agrees to the deal to the “hit your front teeth on the first try every time” to only be hitting their teeth on the first try every time if they drink out of a glass. If the person decides to drink out of a container that isn’t made out of glass, like, say for example… A paper cup. Or a soda can. A plastic bottle. Styrofoam cup. Yeti Tumbler. Their own hand. A bowl. Who knows, a person can get hella creative when they realize there are ways to get around the rules without actually breaking them. So. A Fae being stands before me, and offers me this deal. I smile, wide and unassuming, offer my hand to shake. “I accept this deal and all of it’s terms unconditionally.”
I was in a swing accident as a child and lost my front teeth, the ones in my head are implants. That glass is gonna WORK to hit some Mound of medical waste in Tacoma, Washington
Also like. It says lift a glass. What if you leave it on the table and use a straw? I feel like that’s a work-around if you’re like at a fancier restaurant that only uses glasses too. Which you might be a lot if you’re getting $1000 a day.
Also, like, it says ‘you will hit your front teeth on the first try every time.’ But what if. You’re not trying to hit your front teeth. What if it just means you’ll win any ‘hit your front teeth on the glass first’ competition or whatever.
(I know it probably means ‘the first time you try to drink from it’ but like. The fae in question is also using ‘glass’ to mean ‘dish you drink from’, so I don’t see why we can’t be pedantic abt this too even if it’s less literal.)
its the fae, being a pedantic little bitch is part of the game :)
yay!!!