"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
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@waitwathappened
ohhhhh they were gay asf for this shot
SWEET LORD IN HEAVEN
we are all fucking insane.
Is now a good time to mention that while reading the manga, we had an on-going joke of "How many times Vash shows hole"...? i don't. remember how high it got but it was double digits
There's an unreleased third show hole pose that was out of frame in the show but for 600$ you can buy the cel
i have a collection of screenshots here
80s misogyny saved the Star Wars galaxy because Darth Vader wasted all his time and effort trying to convince his starry-eyed gayboy empath son to become an evil space fascist when if anyone had any point asked his daughter “hey do you ever just want to KILL these people” she would’ve been shooing lightning out of her hands to prove a point in like 10 minutes
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You know the Paul brothers were so controversial around 2016-2017 that I get nostalgic once in a while and decide to see what they’re up to lately. And the answer is almost always that they’re doing some kind of elaborate scam.
It’s the free market: A greater supply is produced only for greater demand. You only see greater supply produced for small demand in command economies or when someone is manipulating the market to take an enormous financial loss for strategic purposes.
ALSO: This is why it is VITAL that you engage with someone who produces fanart or fanfiction that you enjoy. You HAVE to make them feel seen and appreciated. You HAVE to tell them anything in particular that you liked about their art. It gives them fuel to keep doing it.
(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)
sometimes the author’s barely disguised fetish is YOUR barely disguised fetish and has nothing to do with the author at all
hey so a bunch of people have taken this post as an opportunity to decry interpreting media sexually/suggestively at all and it’s pissing me off. joining the war on eroticism on the side of eroticism. #ThatCigaretteIsAPenis
Wow thanks for the ingot man let me just inspect the quality real quick
Dude come on
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Joel Burgess (@JoelBurgess) - 2018-08-21, 7:57 AM
Alright, so inspired by @NPurkeypile’s bee post yesterday, here is one of my favorite bits of Skyrim oral history - the myth of the treasure fox.
I’ve told this story before in talks/etc, but I don’t think I’ve shared it with twitter. Here goes.
a flat chest is a landing strip for another girl's much bigger boobs
Happy pride month!! Reminder that trans rights are human rights & theres no LGBT without the T 🏳️🌈🫂🏳️⚧️
peace and love on Earth..
📷 Brian Fryer
they got married btw
oh you’re not kidding
i think someone should make an indie game based on all the people speedrunning through the scientology headquarters to map it
you have the obvious gameplay of exploration to map a location, but also there can be character customising and multiplayer to allow for atrategic avoidance and overwhelming of the scientologists trying to block you/kick you out
i also think it would be funny to have a videogame where the game design is based on the actual maps these people are making from their incursions
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
