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The reply is by user suber @ frotmaxxer, and says "a teacher was talking about validity of sources and was like" so for example if someone says 'the queen is dead' it's an unfounded claim without a source and you should google it" and then she googled it and i'll let you guess what had happened like 3 minutes beforehand" /end ID]
if there is one constant in our troubled times, it's fandoms convincing themselves that their dissatisfaction with their show's final episode is not due to bad writing, but rather an elaborate conspiracy only they can unearth
oh hell yes an open askbox. builds a nest in it
Aw man I can't remove that bc of the migratory blogger treaty act of 1918. very well.
It took a lot for them to bloom for her.
CLAIREBELL, EP8
new year new mountain goats
we made it through this year and it didn’t kill us 🫡
ok, now let's do another!
creeping warily into the new year
this is beyond crazy btw
She really said A mimir
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Think of your worst therapist. What did they do to earn that designation?
Frequently canceled sessions
Missed 1 or more sessions (without telling you)
Were frequently late
Multitasked during your session
Laughed when you told them about a traumatic/upsetting experience
Told you that you weren't trying hard enough when you were feeling desperate
More than one of the above
Something else (add in notes if comfortable)
I have never had anything like this happen; my therapists were all great
i’m gonna make it through this year if it kills me
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I am so honored when people tell me our song is what they play as they celebrate their survival. don’t have the words for how honored
lyrics below:
[Verse 1] I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor Headed north on Mills Avenue And listened to the engine roar [Verse 2] My broken house behind me And good things ahead A girl named Cathy Wants a little of my time Six cylinders underneath the hood Crashing and kicking Aha! Listen to the engine whine [Chorus] I am going to make it through this year If it kills me I am going to make it though this year If it kills me [Verse 3] I played video games in a drunken haze I was seventeen years young Hurt my knuckles punching the machines The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue [Verse 4] And then Cathy showed up And we hung out Trading swigs from a bottle All bitter and clean Locking eyes Holding hands Twin high maintenance machines [Chorus] I am going to make it through this year If it kills me I am going to make it though this year If it kills me [Verse 5] I drove home in the California dusk I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum Pictured the look on my stepfather’s face Ready for the bad things to come [Verse 6] I down shifted As I pulled into the driveway The motor screaming out Stuck in second gear The scene ends badly As you might imagine In a cavalcade of anger and fear There will be feasting and dancing In Jerusalem next year [Chorus] I am going to make it through this year If it kills me I am going to make it though this year If it kills me]
it's been like two weeks since i finished watching kinnporsche and i have not been able to stop thinking about vegaspete. i swear it's like they were designed in a lab to appeal to me specifically. literally one of the most compelling fictional relationships i've seen in a long time and they managed to fit all of that into maybe two hours of total screen time. they're not even the main couple and yet they've completely overshadowed everything else about the show for me. unreal. still can't believe i wasn't hallucinating all of that. i'll be riding this high for the rest of the year.
UPDATE: it's now 2026 and i'm still riding that high
in 2024 i had one breakups
in 2025 i had two breakups
if this pattern continues, by 2032 i will be experiencing 1.4 breakups per day
by about 2060, assuming I haven't dated anyone twice, i will have broken up with everyone on earth
i'm likely to run out of potential parters long before this though, because anyone whose age is < n=((my age x0.5)+7) is automatically excluded from the dating pool, and that'll be a large and growing slice of the population
Apparently 2026 has already begun to arrive. We need to hold the line people. We need to stand our ground. We CANNOT just roll over and allow it to become 2026.
i love media that confidently spoils itself right from the start!!! i love when stories hold your hand, perhaps even look you in the eye, and gently say ‘this character is going to die. this relationship is doomed.’ but assure you that this is a tale worth hearing because it’s not about the what it’s about the how. yayyyy hehehe 💙
when the persona you made eats you; when the performance youve been putting on eats you; when the name they gave you eats you; when the image people made of you eats you; when the role you were assigned eats you; when the you that other people see or even made for you or you made for them takes over the you that you know and eats you alive.
the spirit is willing but the flesh is so fucking out of it rn. actually the flesh would like to pack it up and leave. it's done with the horrors.