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holy HSIT LOOK AT THE TIME

#look it can speak #SEE YA!!

double-char

I wanna make a game like neko atsume but with bearded dragons

i told u

@augustheart

In 2018 we’ll drop the dated “ladies and gentlemen” and replace it with a more inclusive “tops, bottoms and verses”

lyrasilvrtongue

In 2019 we’ll

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pallidprincess

baby fucking sink tony!!!!!

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ilovepeppers-deactivated2019122

Me during a depressive episode

justasweird

she did not have to cut off that much fukn hair omfg

inactive-toad

SCREAMING

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hannahvevo

“that must be the uvula”

“oh, so its a girl house”

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pervocracy

You can ruin almost any social system with enough bad faith.

It takes very little cleverness to go to a toilet with a sign reading “please do not flush paper towels,” flush gravel until it breaks, and then declare victory.

But victory over what? You haven’t debunked the warning sign or the plumbing system; you’ve just abused them. You have not made a persuasive case that the warning sign should read “please do not flush paper towels or gravel,” because obviously your wise ass is just waiting to see that sign so you have an excuse to flush a third inappropriate thing. You also haven’t made a persuasive case that the toilets should be continuously guarded and all visitors frisked for non-flushable objects, because the vast majority of people aren’t as big of a jerk as you.

“This system can be broken by someone who exploits its rules in the most malicious possible way” is true of many otherwise fine systems, and unless the system is safety-critical or there’s a very large group of people motivated to break it, it’s not really an important point to make.

There is nothing original, helpful, or insightful about pointing out that one person with a firehose could ruin a whole sand-sculpture competition. Yeah, it’s true, that is a risk we are taking. Please don’t show up with a firehose just to prove your point.

sleyby-blog

This is how I feel about people who create fake donation posts, and take actual money from real people, to “teach them a lesson” about being too kind. It’s obvious that they don’t care about people getting tricked out of their money, because if they did, they wouldn’t be so eager to do it to people themselves. What they object to is kindness, and they’ll do anything they can to destroy it where they find it.

sitronsang

I’ve seen several posts about health insurance, welfare, paid maternity leave + + (that have all turned out to be written by americans, just saying) that go on about how if we help a bunch of people, SOME are going to take advantage of the system and that’s unacceptable. And.. what IS that? Why is it that helping 1000 people among whom 5 maybe don’t need that help, is seen as worse than helping no one? Why is it so terrible a risk that kindness may fall upon the occasional individual who doesn’t deserve it as much? If ONE of your guests turned out to have already eaten, would you cancel dinner? No!

There are ALWAYS gonna be a small amount of people who take advantage of kindness, but it seems to me only a very fucked up society would consider that a solid reason to not be kind.

afishtrap

The last comment is a variation on the poisoned skittles argument. The implication, of course, is that any risk is too high, and therefore the whole bowl should be avoided — whether this be immigrants, refugees, or some other implied-untrustworthy (potentially poisonous) class.

“If I gave you a bowl of Skittles and three of them were poison would you still eat them?”

“Are the other Skittles human lives?”

“What?”

“Like, is there a good chance, a really good chance, I would be saving someone from a war zone and probably their life if I ate a Skittle?”

“Well sure. But the point …”

“I would eat the Skittles.”

“Ok, well, the point is …”

“I would GORGE myself on Skittles. I would eat every single Skittle I could find. I would STUFF myself with Skittles. And when I found the poison Skittle and died, I would make sure to leave behind a legacy of children and of friends who also ate skittle after Skittle until there were no Skittles to be eaten. And each person who found the poison Skittle we would weep for. We would weep for their loss, for their sacrifice, and for the fact that they did not let themselves succumb to fear but made the world a better place by eating Skittles.

Because your REAL question, the one you hid behind an inaccurate, insensitive, dehumanizing racist little candy metaphor, is: IS MY LIFE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF MEN, WOMEN, AND TERRIFIED CHILDREN?”

— Eli Bosnick

Eat the skittles.

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kabaks

imagine talking about alexander the great and not mentioning that he died of grief only 8 months after hephaestion died, that he petitioned the oracle to give hephaestion literal divine status so that people could worship him as a god, that he threw himself on hephaestion’s dead body and refused to leave for two days, that he put together the biggest funeral procession known to the world at the time, that he gave hephaestion a lock of his own hair at the funeral in blatant reference to achilles doing the same with patroclus….like heteronormativity is so wild that he could come back from the dead and come out to every historian personally and it still wouldn’t be enough to render him anything but straight

sirro85-blog

Does anyone anywhere think Alexander the Great was straight?

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oikawas

I’ve touched the darkness that lives in between the light. Seen the worst of this world, and the best. Seen the terrible things men do to each other in the name of hatred, and the lengths they’ll go to for love. Now I know. Only love can save this world. So I stay. I fight, and I give… for the world I know can be. This is my mission, now. Forever.

WONDER WOMAN (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

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laufeyjardottir-deactivated2018

What We Do In The Shadows but the Fab Five from Queer Eye are the vampires

wolfsnape

Queer Eye but the fab 5 are the vampires from What we do in the shadows

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formlessvoidbeast

a blog: *follows me*

me, an aged monarch lounging on my fur-strewn throne, gesturing for my servant to bring me my monacle: Bring them here! Bring them here, I say. Let me look at them.

guards: *drag the unwitting blog before me*

me, peering intently at the new blog and poking them with my scepter: Is this a real person? Hmm? What have you to say for yourself? What are your fandoms? Your interests? Speak up, these old ears aren’t what they used to be.

guards, tentatively: they do seem to be a real person, sire. We found them in possession of several memes and a fandom rant.

me, subsiding back into my sumptuous furs and waving them away: most extraordinary. It has been an age since there was a real person, but just as well, the dungeons have been overflowing with those tacky pornbots. This newcomer may remain in my domain. Make them welcome. And fetch me a quill! I feel a ficlet coming on…

a-girl-with-three-eyes-deactiva

this is the funniest thing i have ever read

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luvbey

i just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while

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trainthief

Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things.

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herwordlessness

traditional celtic folk music makes me go buck fucking wild. i don’t know what it is, if it’s just in my blood or if it’s a past life or just ‘cause it’s objectively soulful but I hear that fiddle and I immediately transform into this heartbroken irish widow in 1787 with a shawl draped over my shoulders staring over the cliffs of moher, waiting for my ghostly lover to return from sea

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