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thinking about this tag on my post again. i'm saying this all the time forever
oh i'm also saying this one all the time forever
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#nothing is above critique but also so many ppl are dogshit at criticism so here we are
#nothing is above critique and that includes your critiques
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Working an office job will truly make you have the wildest enemies, bc why is my nemesis rn a woman I’ve never met and who exclusively haunts me by sending diabolical emails, and also a specific guy who left my company before I even worked here and made the system so fuckass that it ruined procedures for like a year
Yesterday my nemesis (woman I’ve never met and whose face I’ve never seen) sent my office an email so rude, basically saying we had fucked up every project she ever ordered from us, one of the worst emails I’ve ever read in my life.
And it pissed me off so badly that I spent the ENTIRE WORK DAY today compiling evidence from every project my team has ever done for her, pulling past emails she’d sent us, putting together an entire case proving that she had been the problem all along. That she got projects mixed up, that she’d made requests that were nonsensical, literally everything you could possibly imagine. Screenshots of emails, reports we’d submitted, EVERYTHING.
This woman in particular has been terrorizing my team for years, her name is almost a slur in my office, I had simply had ENOUGH of her.
I put all of this evidence together and sent it to all of my bosses at 4:30pm. Then I took a long break to eat a sweet treat and drink some tea.
After my break, my bosses all called in an emergency meeting with me and they said they read my report and fucking loved it. And I sat on a teams call with my boss’ boss as she wrote my nemesis the scathing email I had always fantasized about sending, using the evidence I’d compiled, and hit send.
It was the most satisfying workday I’ve had since I got hired.
a customer today looked at me, said “y’know? i think you’ll appreciate this,” and pulled his shirt down to show me his supernatural tattoo. calling me a slur would’ve been easier
heard someone say "who even owns a rolling pin anymore" and my brain froze trying to process it. what does that mean. are u implying rolling pins are outdated technology? did we come up with a shiny new 21st century method of flattening dough of which i remain uninformed? is there now an app on the app store people are using instead??? im losing my mind "who even owns a rolling pin" people who BAKE
#kneadless comment
who wanna be friends with drawbacks
in my opinion, the question isn't "Is RPF ethical?" but rather "Are you engaging with RPF ethically?" and even more importantly, "Are you being stupid about it?"
I personally hate any kind morality thought policing. I'm not Catholic or religious and I do not feel guilty over my thoughts. You are not an inherently evil person because you saw two athletes in an interview and went "Hmmm...... what if...." The Feds are not going to come banging down your door because you wrote about one band member dicking down the other and sent it to your friend.
Wondering about other people's lives is very human. Being nosy about their personal lives is very normal. People have been writing fiction about other people's lives since the dawn of time. Some people even manage to write New York Times Bestselling Books that are "historical fiction" or "alternate reality." It does not make you inherently bad to be curious about the details of someone's personal life. That's being human. Being nosy is kind of fun.
The problem, however, comes with the ways in which people engage with it, and involve the real people in this. Harassing an musician's real girlfriend because it doesn't fit into the RPF ship. Showing up at real sporting events holding signs about how certain teammates should kiss. Trying to get actors to sign art of them fucking their coworker. Flooding social media with comments using the celebrity's full name and speculation. There's a line, there's a fourth wall, and there's fandom etiquette.
I hate the question of "Is RPF ethical" because it feels like morality thought policing. Post your fics on locked accounts, censor someone's name when you tweet about it, blow up your groupchat with hundreds of "DID YOU SEE THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER??" texts. It's not inherently evil to wonder what other people are doing when they're out of the spotlight. Kill the cop in your mind.
But just have some basic decency and do not involve the real people. Don't cross the line without caring how it affects them. This is basic fandom 101 and lately we have been flying too close to the damn sun! Everyone get more normal about RPF so major news outlets and magazines stop posting articles about "Is RPF ethical?" and blowing up our spot!
I would take a job pushing the Sisyphus rock if it paid 20 an hour and I could wear my headphones
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Okay, the translation enhances it. 😭
why do US patriots think they own "red white and blue" there's a lotta red white and blue flags out there. "i stand for the red white and blue" yass me too let's go costa rica 🇨🇷🇨🇷🇨🇷🇨🇷 let's go laos 🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦 fuck it up liberia 🇱🇷🇱🇷🇱🇷 nepal get triangular with it 🇳🇵🇳🇵🇳🇵
Most unintentionally hilarious people on earth are the guys who go on the internet to say "soon they'll have hyperrealistic female robots and then it will be over for women" and think they cooked. Oh no. You're telling me the kind of misogynists who want an obedient maid/sexbot will never talk to me or look at me again? The horror. Whatever shall we do. Please don't throw me into the briar patch
This is the best ad for Project Hail Mary I have ever seen. Like if I was on the fence about watching or reading it, this would convince me to do so.
Schism? Schism today?
Wow, I didn't have "catholic schism" on my 2026 bingo card
Schism today
listen i’m pretty strong emotionally and i can probably handle a lot more than the average person can when it comes to shit like that but sometimes something small will strike me inexplicably and i’ll suddenly have the same paper-thin composure i had when i was nine and people kept telling me to stop crying and grow up. like last night my cat brought another mouse in through the hole in the screen door and usually when she sets them down i can fawn over how fast and scary she is while i gingerly pick them up and set them back outside, because usually they’re terrified but otherwise unharmed, but this time i was in the middle of cooking and didn’t manage to get to it before it got over its shock and disappeared under the couch. and neither of my cats can get under there, and any mouse would know that, really, so there was no chance it would come back out, so i had to tell my mother and she came down with a pack of mousetraps. she opened them and had me help her set one up (she stuck the handle of a dirty fork into my jar of peanut butter. irrelevant but continues to perplex me. what the hell mom. my peanut butter). i didn’t want to put it out right away because it had only been half an hour and one of the cats might catch it again and then the problem would be solved, but even though i have my own space it’s still in my mother’s house and she wasn’t about to let mice run around freely. she reminded me that traps kill almost instantly as she stuck it under the cabinet in my living room, near the couch, and i tried to forget about it.
the trap went off while i was folding laundry in the next room. it was louder than i thought it would be, so it must have been like a gunshot to littler ears. everything seemed quieter in the moment right afterwards. and i didn’t want to but i got down on the floor in my living room anyway and shone my flashlight under the cabinet, and sure enough the trap had not gotten the mouse by the neck but instead had snapped shut on a hind leg, grotesquely twisted up and over in a way that would surely be fatal after a while, and little black eyes stared right at me like it knew i had done this, and a spot on the top of its head pulsed with its heartbeat, hinting at an even more sinister injury that was invisible to me. i called my mom down and she used a paper plate and a piece of cardboard to drag it out because she didn’t want to see it—what a privilege it is to not have to look the things we hurt in the eye—and it started squeaking right when she was trying to get all of that into a plastic bag, shock wearing off for the second time in only a few hours. i wiped a tiny red handprint off the floor and my mom took the mouse outside to drown it.
i keep thinking about bones smaller than toothpicks and even easier to snap, and about beady black eyes that had never seen blood before, teenage boys broken and bleeding while their lungs fill up with water, thousands of mice that probably die exactly like this. i think about snap traps and glue traps and poison and how nobody ever has catch traps, because people would rather deal with blood and guts than run the risk of a released pest returning, and about how that tiny thing might still be running through the grass now if i had been a few seconds faster finding a place to set the spatula down. and inevitably someone will say this is why you have to keep your cats inside and to that i say first of all, it wasn’t even hurt when she brought it in, they never are, she just wanted to show me, and secondly, you try keeping former barn cats inside, it’s impossible; at least if i allow them out they’re willing to stay where i can see them. they’re the ones that are kind enough to play and release. we’re the ones that kill without reason and then throw out the bodies after. but i patched up the hole in the screen door with cardboard so now they can’t come back in without knocking, per se. that should keep live mice out for a while. but there’s still a tiny spray of blood under the cabinet in the living room, too inconvenient a place to clean, and so it will remain there long after everyone’s forgotten where it came from. i keep tearing up at my desk over this damn mouse. on my way home from work i will stop and buy catch traps, and when i get home i’m tossing the rest of the snap traps away. i don’t care. or maybe i care too much. too sensitive. grow up.
this morning at 8am sharp in the fucking morning she brought in a fucking CHIPMUNK that was bouncing off the fucking walls and chirping like a fucking SMOKE ALARM and i managed to chase it back out the door with my broom. unharmed but freaking the fuck out clearly. i put 2 loud ass bells and a rainbow clown collar on this fat bitch and she’s still managing to catch LIVE ANIMALS SOMEHOW JUST TO RELEASE THEM INSIDE i don’t know how shes doing it!!!!! fucking butterball!!! anyway the point is the chipmunk is fine
okay i know we normally do this with more pop-focused festivals but i wanna see how many metalheads are on this site: how many groups do you recognize?
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(i recognized 64)
t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it
Tumblr is a functional webbed site and my friends are smart and capable <3
My dear friend @obaewankenope just tried to confirm they are indeed old because tumblr was hiding the good shit. Tumblr glitched out at the setting of the year - and their blog is now blocked. Entirely. The funniest thing? Their blog is from 2009. Please fulfill my friends dying wish
