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what do you mean i can't spend all day listening to music and reading old conspiracy theories whilst ignoring any human interaction? bitch leave me alone tf
My eighth grade English teacher will always be the coolest fucking man to ever live and I have a story to prove it. To celebrate the end of the first semester, the teachers took the entire eighth grade on a school trip to the local movie theater to watch the tamest PG movie showing at the time: Ralph Breaks The Internet. Unsurprisingly, no eighth grader had any interest in watching the sequel to Wreck It Ralph, but pretty much everyone went anyway because why the heck not?
So we all walk to the theater and everyone’s just chilling and talking about stuff completely unrelated to the film, just excited to be spending school hours not listening to a lecture. The theater dims and everyone quiets down with a few mumbles here and there. The screen lights up and here comes the logos and– wait a minute, Sony?! Where’s the Disney logo? And why’s everything all glitchy?! The air is thick with confusion, and what comes on instead of Ralph Breaks The Internet? Fucking Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse, hours before its first showing in our area. Turns out our old, mild mannered English teacher wanted to surprise us and checked in with all the teachers on the way there to ask if he could convince the theater to swap out Ralph for Spiderverse. The theater thankfully said yes, resulting in probably the greatest moment of shared confusion and excitement in my life. Shoutout to Mr B for gifting me such a fond experience with one of the best films of all time.
*Though, this really only applies to more smaller tasks (such as doing the dishes). Giving very specific instructions for more complicated tasks can confuse and bewilder us more.
** And yes, ADHDers can take things literally too. Its not much of an issue for us as autistic folks though.
i’ve decided. embarrassing parts of books are a million times worse than embarrassing parts of movies because you can’t look away or cover your face until it’s over you have no choice but to pay attention and endure that secondhand embarrassment with them.
Gonna pitch a movie to Disney that explains the only reason the hunter shot Bambi's mom is because he raised a lost baby deer when he was younger, but the deer grew up and stole his family's fortune before skewering his parents on his antlers and running off, and now he has to live off the land hunting deer because he's broke.
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
A lot of people saying “grateful for my dad. whenever my mum couldnt make dinner, he would do it. if she was busy, he’d always chip in” are missing the point entirely. its not a woman’s job to do chores by default and whenever they cant, the man fills in the blanks. no! men and women should divide housework evenly ALWAYS! your dad should have been making dinner half the days of the week anyway.
I had a friend who would have been 91 next month. She married her husband in 1950 and throughout their whole marriage he always insisted on doing half the housework. Even though he worked full time as a dock worker his entire life and it absolutely was not expected of men at that time in society. He would also take any money he personally needed (or mortgage payments etc) out of his wage packet, then give her the rest of it and tell her she could spend it on anything they needed or she wanted, for herself or the kids. Because he loved and trusted her absolutely, he knew she would spend it responsibly, never asked for the receipts. He loved her and the kids and wanted to make sure they knew that, which included cooking for them, washing the dishes for them, looking after them when they were sick and everything that a competant husband should do. They were never rich or had a huge amount of money, just enough to get by comfortably most of the time and eventually save up to buy a small house.
When she talked to me about her husband she would almost always end up crying because she loved him so much and he was such a wonderful husband and person. Even in the decades where she couldn’t legally have a bank account or divorce and didn’t have half the rights women have now, he always treated her as an equal.
Men have always been capable of contributing at least half the work for childcare and household chores. They just choose not to and its disgusting that this is the situation so many women are stuck with in 2021.