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this came to me in a vision
Hi I'm 1 years old and learning to read through your posts. Cigarette.
very good job using your words! will someone get this toddling bitch a smoke
i really love this genre of image
The best part of that video is that the owner found the ORIGINAL plush later on the beach and took another video with it after their grandmother stitched it back up
I love the death grip after the toy was fixed up. Lessons were learned. Try to steal it this time you fucking bird. I dare you.
hey y'all, i hate to ask for help like this but my job didn't pay me again, and that puts me in a really difficult situation financially. i could really use some help... my bank account was already in the negatives and i have so many bills coming in that i suddenly can't pay. please help me if you can, anything would help enormously. thank you all so much.
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i'm in the red $150 with a $70 credit card bill that needs to be paid, so about $220 will allow me to tough it out until i can get the money i'm owed. anything more than that will go toward groceries, gas, and medication.
it pains me to ask for more after the generosity i have received but i am now just short of making rent and could really use some help as they're hitting me with additional fees. ANYTHING would help at this point. thank you so much for the help so far
Thinking about Home Alone from old man Marley’s POV…you’re a hermit who volunteers countless hours of his time in the winter salting and shoveling the sidewalks to make the neighborhood safer. Despite your kindness, the neighborhood kids whisper rumors about how you must’ve murdered your family, which are even crueler for how they remind you of your estrangement from your son.
It’s almost Christmas. The neighborhood is deserted, and you could swear you overheard some commotion about your next door neighbors, the McCallisters, going out of town for the holidays the morning after that storm that knocked the phone lines out, but you keep running into their youngest kid. He’s so spooked by you (rumors) that he accidentally shoplifts a toothbrush. Your inability to smile (estrangement) and bloody hand (shovel?) aren’t really helping the situation. But what can you do? You keep to yourself too much to know these people, and you don’t have any reason to suspect something is seriously wrong. You mind your own business and shovel your salt.
On Christmas Eve, you go to the local church for your granddaughter’s choir concert, because it’s the only way you ever get to see her. You encounter the neighbor kid again, alone—and it’s…weird? That’s weird, right? Maybe you’re not so great with estimating kids’ ages, it’s been so long since your son was a kid, but this one looks…roughly elementary school-sized? And sure, you live in one of those Mayberry neighborhoods where nobody locks their doors, but what’s this little boy doing out all by himself after dark? Come to think of it, he’s been all by himself every time you’ve seen him in the last few days. And what kid would choose to come to a boring ass church on their own? You ask him if he knows your granddaughter, thinking maybe he must have some connection to one of the performers, but no. He’s just here because he feels bad. Maybe about that toothbrush he stole?
You’re a little concerned, so you keep him talking. His answers to your questions are a little evasive, but he doesn’t say anything that alarms you, and he comes across as surprisingly mature. Maybe you misjudged his age? Or maybe the parents are into that new-age, free-range, Montessori parenting stuff that’s supposed to foster independence, or whatever. Considering your relationship with your own son, you’re certainly not in any position to judge others’ parenting. The kid even ends up giving you advice, nudging you to swallow your pride and reconnect with your family.
You go home. The phone lines are finally fixed, so you call your son for the first time in years. The conversation goes far better than you expected. Tears are shed on both sides, cursing all the precious time lost to pride. You make plans to see him and properly meet your granddaughter for the first time ever tomorrow. Then you hang up the phone because you hear a commotion outside. Two men shouting? This is a quiet street, and never moreso than on Christmas Eve. Something isn’t right. You yank on your gnarly-looking boots, grab your shovel in case shit goes sideways, and follow the raised voices across the street to the Murphys’ house.
The front door is open. Not a thing people do in Chicago in December. Looking around, the place has been ransacked. You’ve got a bad feeling about this. You tread lightly, but statistically speaking, you probably fought in one of the Big Wars, so you’ve seen some shit before. You’re not just gonna turn tail and run. You detect the sound of water running somewhere, but that’s not nearly as disturbing as the threats you’re hearing from the two male voices in the kitchen. You find these grown adults—who look like they must’ve gotten beaten up by a third guy?—about to hurt the neighbor kid. So you look at the shovel in your hands and decide that if the local kids are gonna call you the “South Bend Shovel Slayer,” you may as well make it count for something.
You can already hear the sirens approaching, so you don’t stick around to deal with the flood or see what happens to those two—you know how incompetent the cops are in this town, and you’d rather not get mixed up in some trouble when you’ve got plans to see your son tomorrow. You just wanna get this shaken-up kid home safely. Except...he's really not that shaken up? In fact, he's weirdly chipper. You know kids are "resilient" or whatever, but four hours ago, this one was telling you a story about being afraid of the furnace in his basement; why is he less rattled right now than you are?
You're so mystified that at first, you don't even notice nobody else is home. The kid ropes you into helping him "clean up some stuff" around the house. You gradually piece together that this "stuff" is the aftermath of an elaborate network of booby traps that would make the VC blush—Jesus Christ, kid, punji sticks are against the Geneva Convention!—and get a sinking feeling about the injuries those two guys had. Did this kid single-handedly fight off a pair of home invaders? Why is he smiling? You know the phone lines are back up again because you called your son earlier—why didn't he just call 911? Why is he smiling? How’d they get across the street, anyway? At the church earlier, when he said he felt guilty for doing bad things—what sins has he committed? Montessori parenting my ass! Why is he smiling?! What the fuck happened here?!
You don't want trouble. You don’t. Want. Trouble. All you want is to see your son and meet your granddaughter tomorrow. Clearly this kid is more than capable of handling himself if he can beat a couple of grown men half to death with unconventional weapons. Sketched the fuck out, you wish him a merry Christmas and go home, glancing over your shoulder the whole way.
You chalk it all up to some sort of A Christmas Carol-ass weird dream. Pretend it never happened. Reunite with your son. Mind your own business and shovel your salt. Now, though, whenever the neighbor kids whisper about you, you just eye the McCallister house uneasily. There is a dangerous monster on this block—but it sure as hell isn't old man Marley.
An older comic from when I used to work at Build-A-Bear
listening to a man break up with his partner on the train and the first sentence I heard was "I just don't appreciate you cheating on me six different times, once with my own father."
yeah actually hold on that's an important part of like, recovering from being a people-pleaser. it needs to be safe to express your feelings. like when you're unhappy with something. you need to know that you can express it and have that heard and respected and acted on. otherwise like, yeah obviously someone in your position COULD advocate for themself more but uh. the confidence to do that has to be cultivated. and it just so happens that cultivating that confidence is inconvenient for the people around you! Like it requires going out of your way, and often having lots of difficult discussions!! And if you're not doing that, knowing that the person in question is a people pleaser, then you're part of the problem!!!
how am I supposed to live with the knowledge that the weird "A Mule Mom's Story" irish vanner horse embryo transfer cartoon on youtube was based on a real living vanner horse and real mules at a real farm, in Ocala, 30 minutes south of my house in my shrimp study area.
what do you mean a business literally selling frozen irish vanner horse semen on the internet inexplicably had a cartoon produced to advertise their semen sales and equine surrogacy, which I then bumped into on youtube in the 2010s while looking at artists' animation reels. what do you mean the real-life horse semen farm sits on top of the charred and terraformed remains of the ancient shrimp forest, which I have spent the last eight years painstakingly reconstructing from leftover scraps of wild space.
what do you mean I have to get up tomorrow knowing all of this now
everyone jokes about Gardevoir trainers being horny freaks but I think Gardevoir trainers would actually be posting like irl doll collectors
They’d be posting ”An exquisite day for a most elegant lady” and then a picture of the cutest tea party you have ever seen for a Gardevoir wearing a lovely little hat
the real horny freaks would be posting shit like “go my loyal minions” and then a video of them siccing 6 Galarian zigzagoon on a dumpster
These tags are too good to be transitory
welcome to the Murdersex zine, a zine celebrating all things sex and murder. but um. we don't want to romanticize it or anything so don't make your submissions too murdersexy. we will do extensive background checks on all applicants and if we decide a past work of yours has too much sexy murder we'll have to remove you, sorry. we have limits, you know, we want a tasteful gory spread you could put on your coffee table, and having the Wrong people in it would kill the vibe (and we condemn all killing! wholeheartedly!)
i love how this post picks up whenever something like this happens again
"It felt like I was being pulled out of him. The painter was losing something as he painted me."
[approx. 21 hours and 30 mins elapsed work time.] I have studied this man's apartment to an absurd degree. It seems like nothing on surface glance, but man does it get dark. humor me as i analyze god's saddest québécois it's over 2k words. i've gotten out of hand with thinking about this dude. help.
Urgent: utilities & bill aid!!
Saturday, June 28th: Hello, everyone. I’m Gem, a bi, mentally ill, and disabled woman in desperate need of help, as I'm drowning in debt and struggling to pay keep my utilities on!!
I apologise for asking for help again. As most of you know from my previous posts, I have been struggling to make ends meet while on welfare. Due to my outstanding bills and ever-increasing debt, it has been difficult for me to make ends meet. These past few months have been absolute hell, and with no other income, I've been relying on the kindness of others to get by.
I’m in desperate need of that kindness again, and I’ve been trying so hard to handle these bills on my own and avoid asking for help, but more keep coming in, and I’m on the verge of losing my electricity. I don't receive my welfare until the 30th, and I desperately need help!!
Again, I know this is a lot to ask, but if anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would mean a lot, and sharing helps just as much. Please only donate if you can afford to!!
Thank you ❤️
£27.86/£220!!
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Go to paypal.me/hanansfunds and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
Together we can achieve our goal in one day and provide crucial support to my family and children in Gaza
Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any help you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need
We have lost everything we have in Gaza from home, work and a decent life and my children have lost their most basic rights to education and treatment and not providing them with the minimum necessities of life
We live in a tent in very cold weather and in extremely difficult conditions
In these days, with the so-called ceasefire, nothing has changed for my children and my family. The situation is very tragic
My children need your generous donation that will change our lives for the better
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If you voted, please don't scroll without sharing this post. Mosab is raising funds for his wife and three daughters to escape Gaza before it is too late.
Over 70% of the goal is unmet, even after months of trying. Mosab and his family count on these donations to afford food and stay alive.
Lama, one of the 4 year old twins, is sick and in pain. She needs to be treated but the family cannot even afford basic food. Even the smallest support can be the difference between life and death.
Please help my friend out by sharing and donating.
My name is Musab Hamouda, and my wife is Aya Abu Al-Qambaz. W… Mosab Hammouda needs your support for "Help Us Start a New Life After Our Hom
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i almost never do vent art, much less post it but man, i have been feeling bummed out recently
#literally genuinely truly people need to stop stereotyping 'ugly' nerd guys like this because it's extremely old#I can tell you right now you're more likely to get a rancid opinion out of a rich conventionally attractive dude just statistically#also stop using people's photographs to make mean jokes when you don't even fucking know the person thanks bye
Jerry Messing “the fedora guy”s GoFundMe. The face of the neck beard memes for many years and decades of how that affected his life. Disabled by covid and a coma and after his mums passing he has recently upped his donation goal after being forced to move (inability to afford rising rent prices and accommodations like a ramp)
Hi, my name is Patti Stiles and I'm fund raising for my son, Jerry Messing,… Patti P. Stiles needs your support for Revovery from Covid comp
I really do hope he pulls through.
Hello, my name is Jerry Messing, my father is Jim, and we are in a pre… Patti P. Stiles needs your support for Support Jerry and Jim in Rebu
Jerry’s new fundraiser to cover his moving costs. He has had to move out of an abusive household with his ailing father.
Please spread his new gofundme. With the cuts to disability and what Medicaid will cover he needs help and has not had a donation in a month.
a baby at work the other day gave me the meanest look i've ever seen as it got lifted out of a cesarean. 1 second old and already hating. you can't teach that.