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OMG! Me and @starlightbrethren used to have this!

No one would play it with us because we were the only people who knew any of the answers and apparently that "wasn't any fun" lol!

I wish I had this even though I don't have anyone here to play with me 😅

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Has anyone posted this oldie but goodie lately?

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Y'all seemed to enjoy the last post. So here are the other two old pics I've got of these dorks tolerating each other fiercely.

[wecangetmarried]

DEAR SUPREME COURT

Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You.

Fuck YOU, Fuck YOU, Fuck YOU, Fuck YOU, Fuck YOU, Fuck YOU, Fuck YOU.

FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU

Also, GO FUCK YOURSELVES.

GROW A FUCKING SPINE AND HEAR THE CASE GOD DAMN IT.

I am TIRED of living in this FUCK LIMBO because a bunch of rich old straight people can't get off their crusty asses to discuss MY FUCKING FUTURE.

In Closing.

FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU

That is all.

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Does anyone have this issue?

I'm putting away laundry and I just realized that I can't really explain the rhyme or reason for why some clothes go in the closet and some go in the drawers.

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Vague post (probably not all that vague)

I just heard the hottest take that we should commend straight white men for writing queer television.

Look, I am all for *❤️💖❤️Diversity!!!!❤️💖❤️* As much as the next representation starved queer out there and I do understand that it's baby steps with the straights.

But I'm old as fuck and saw what letting rich clueless white cis men run the show has done for queer rights. We still have conversion therapy we still have mass suicides for poor and POC queer kids, but NOW Johnathan and Daniel can bring their adopted/surrogate babies to their over the top gay weddings (notice it ain't called a queer one) and Pete Buttigieg ran for president!!

Like, I get it, straights needed time to "get" us. But we're KNOWN now, k?

By all means, straight people SHOULD write gay people into their stories. But to be flaunting your naivete of subjects like queerbating and queer coding in public when you are a straight white male who has written a queer romance and cast two straight (or at least closeted) actors as the main leads is a bit insulting to the rest of OUR community.

I get that we want representation. I can't even explain what it would have meant to me as a baby queer to have something CANON like this. OMG! Great! But I was a teenager in the 90s, where that would have been an actually revolutionary act. (And honestly? Has been done on a few shows-just not the same mainstream ones we're talking about now)

Now, this is a cash grab. This is a stunt, where no one involved really has anything to lose because if it doesn't work out for them, they're going to go back to straight culture and have a nice long lucrative career, look back on this as a silly little "bravery" they did just like Jared Leto winning that goddamned Oscar.

Representation comes from more than packaging. It comes from more than standing on top of the lower level queer writers you hire for clout and ❤️diversity ❤️ It comes from experience. Lived experience being disrespected and spat on by straight people. A deep seated understanding of the pain of years and years of seeing something not happening over and over again while they happily take our money and laugh at our hopes all the way to the bank.

Don't get me wrong, rep is great no matter how problematic. But honestly? In the year 2022, if I wanna watch a show about fags, I want a goddamned fag in the showrunner's chair. If you're straight and you have a "good idea" about a gay story, be a REAL ally and put a gay friend (you do have one, right?) In the Captain's chair. Cast actual queers as the goddamn leads. You'll still be applauded (probably louder than anyone else) for your EP credit on something so "Brave!"

I'm gonna say it bluntly because no one's gonna listen anyways.

No more golden statues for gay work unless you're willing to suck cock or eat pussy (respectively)

Queer media LED by queer creators. Mainstream. NOW.

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Everyone thinks they're in a genre movie

And they're not wrong

But everyone IS wrong about which genre they're in.

For example,

I originally thought I was in a buddy comedy

Turns out I am in a gay horror romance.

Slightly different than what I was expecting

But much easier to tolerate once I accepted my actual fate.

10/10 would suggest adapting your life plans to what is actually going on in your life instead of desperately clinging to the hope that you'll find your way back to your original genre.

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Ok... So I guess this is a post about how this is "good" art and all that and so the smart thing is to not even bother, but even if it does prove that people who can't enjoy works like this are somehow irreparably broken husks of human beings, I feel like there's a gross misunderstanding of what it means to be comfortable going on here.

It's ironic that Kinkades paintings are being "unappreciated" by people who look down on art "consoomers" because that's exactly what Kinkade IS- absolutely consumer art.

His style is impeccable, the design is blandly beautiful in a banal sort of way made to speak directly to, that's right, the consumer. His prints and originals sell well because they are highly proficient on a technical level. But what they lack is any meaning.

Yes, appreciate the "beauty" of the nearly Disneyified landscapes he creates, but there is no truth under his strokes, no poetry in his scenery.

All art should tell a story, and the only story a Kinkade could ever tell is the equivalent of a second or third wave MCU TV show. All pretty bodies and cheap quips that make you crave soda and salty popcorn and do nothing to fill your soul. Staring at a Kinkade might help you pass the time, but it will never ever tell you anything about truth and meaning and life.

Do you know what makes the disturbed so disturbed? It's a sensitivity to the world we live in, an understanding that there isn't karma or justice or really all that much hope. It's the fear that everything is meaningless. Art is here to create that meaning. It's a promise to the disturbed that there is something worth fighting for, worth hoping for, worth living for, and it's a promise to those comfortable in such a horrible world as the one that we live in that life must and will evolve and change and one day get better.

Kinkade paintings put salve on the wounds of the weary comfortable with false promises that we are ok the way we are, that we should celebrate the mediocrity of this existence. They provoke no true emotions and allow the viewer respite in a climate that needs actions.

There's nothing wrong with liking absolute shit, hell, I'm not even a real art student and spend quite a lot of my time celebrating absolutely idiotic bullshit. But all I can hope is that this is a giant joke and I've written out paragraphs for no real reason because you're all on a higher level of irony than I can comprehend.

PLEASE tell me this sort of celebration of disappointment is a joke.

Things people who only like weird bad modern art say. This is about thomas kinkade btw. Modern art consoomer types HATE him with vitriol

These are his paintings. Absolutely beautiful and stunning. These people think its Low Brow.

Just bc u have a degree does not mean u know art… if all art school taught u was that a rothko is somehow more artistically valid than any of these beautiful paintings….. you would easily join scientology.

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My sister is here.

Which is always a drag.

I don't mean to be mean, she's just a lot to handle.

I prefer to love her from afar is what I'll say.

But she's dragging up shit from our childhood. And honestly? I don't really mind that when I disclosed a multi-year CSA she said "I understand completely, because when I had a UTI as a child, the doctors did a pelvic exam." And apparently these two things are meant to be treated as the exact same level of trauma.

Like, this is why it's stupid to talk to people about shit and I usually just complain about it on the internet. But like also, my own damn fault for falling into the trap so I can accept it. That's just life in this family. For some reason everyone is in this life or death high stakes low rewards game of bullshit where whoever can manipulate the rest of the group into the worst versions of ourselves wins. And even THAT I am like, yeah, that's what a family is. A bunch of people who talk about how much they love each other while stabbing each other in the back and whoever stops smiling first loses.

But I fucking HATE when she comes around and starts stirring shit up, shit she will not be around to deal with the aftermath of.

Like she said, in front of my wife and my brother, "why did the bedroom doors have locks?"

And I'm like "that's normal." Cus I thought she might be quiet about it. But of course she pushes.

"but why were the locks on the outside of the room?"

And my wife and my brother's partner are kinda looking at us with that concern mixed with fear. So I really have no choice but to say,

"To keep us rowdy kids in order."

Which is the kind of joke that you only make when it's a little bit true.

And I don't think my brother was ever old enough to remember this, and I don't think she even knows what was going on. I'd done a very good job of almost completely forgetting it myself to be honest. It was probably my fault we even had them to be honest. I was the oldest after all.

And like, I have a really hard time with configuring a memory that is made of swiss cheese because there have been so many things I've had to forget, it's been HARD. I don't want to complain cus everyone has a hard life. But like, it is so hard jumping from memory to memory, never knowing what will be fine and what will explode in my face.

And I feel like she always does this. She comes out and stirs up trouble about some fucked up shit we're never gonna have the answers to, and then she gets to leave and complain to her overpriced shrink about how her childhood is draped in mystery, and the thoughts are just fucking sitting in my head forever until I can reincorporate them into the holes where memory used to be.

It's not like I wouldn't like some answers about the weird shit in our childhood, but I've already been there. And it ruined my life. If I had any idea what confronting my past would lead to, I could have saved myself a whole bunch of useless years.

I should probably just hide this in private posts. But I'm not going to. Sometimes you just gotta vent for real and let the void know about it even if you don't need anything from it.

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How old are you?

Well, let me put it this way, your mom didn't card me last night.

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No one cares (and that's ok) but I just reread the screenplay about gymnastic lesbians who hunt and kill pedophiles that I wrote like 4 or 5 years ago. And for the record, it still fucking slaps.

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Me, last night, being a complete asshole: This is too tricky. I'll just figure out this scene tomorrow so I can go to bed.

Me, on page 30, after doing all my edits dutifully and sincerely forgetting about last night, coming across a hand written note that just says "fix it":

ARGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

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I'd never say that I come from a normal family, but I usually tend to feel like we're you know...close to within the bell curve.

And then some days I pick up my dad from work, and he looks conspiratorially around as he gets in the car and pulls out a styrofoam cup filled with a colorful viscous goo and asks me, "Do you know what this is?"

"No." Why WOULD I know that? "What is it?"

He gave me the biggest evil grin before he answered.

"It's... RED." He said as he plunged his hand into the cup.

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📗!!!!!

You are fantastic. (I think you might have already known that though!)

I've already talked about this with you, and honestly I have the first scene actually written out (just... So much more is out there!!)

So you know how GB: Afterlife makes me cry constantly? Oddly enough, while I LOVE fix it fics, the one I want to do actually stays true to that cruel, heartless cannon they came up with for GB:A.

I really wanna do a story from both Ray and Egon's perspectives where Egon DOESN'T completely cut off contact with Ray once he leaves NYC for buttfuck nowhere and Ray occasionally comes out to the dirt farm, helps Egon with all the more complicated shit he's got going on there but just... Doesn't ever believe him about what's happening and is convinced that Egon is just absolutely crazy in a way that he cannot help him with. So he just watches his friend/former lover who he still cares for fall deeper and deeper into this black hole of what he is convinced is insanity the whole time feeling completely useless because he doesn't know how/can't get Egon to accept any help.

In the end, everything that happens proves that Egon was justified in feeling the way he did, but that doesn't really matter to Ray as he sees Egon's ghost- as he sees Egon for the last time and the only thing he can squeak out is an apology that Egon mouthlessly accepts even though all three of the surviving original Ghostbusters knows that, had it been one of them who had looked like a crazy ranting dirt farmer, Egon would have followed them to the very end of the line, obsessively investigating every single little shot that might have proven them right and never ever leaving them to fight all alone.

I'm not saying that this fic necessarily SHOULD be written...and I do kinda feel like if I ever got around to writing that in earnest, it'd probably just end up a bunch of schlock that might only be useful if a more talented writer took it and remixed it with better words. But it's still the fic I would like to write... If I was the type of person who wrote fics.

That being said, drop a 📓in my asks if you wanna hear more horrible fic ideas!

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My dad says "sorry about having to go to Costco tonight. I know it's a pain in the ass for you but I appreciate it."

And I want to say, "You're apologizing for the wrong thing and you're doing it on purpose. You are trying to play down the fact that you had all the time in the world to go to Costco (a place that you know I absolutely abhor and gives me anxiety every time I have to go) all weekend but didn't feel like it because you knew I wouldn't say no if you "asked" me to go today. You're minimizing my feelings by saying that it just "bugs" me so that it sounds like I am being unreasonable in not wanting to go when I bend over backwards to make your life easier in every other way that I can. You are implying that I am being a whiny little millennial (which...I guess is technically true) that is actually the one in the wrong for not doing this "one thing" for you without whining. Some people think manipulation is an easy thing to spot, but I have lived my entire life with you asking me to just do "one more thing" over and over again and this is why I resent you. Because you never give me some blatantly unreasonable request that I could point to and say 'this is unfair to ask of me'. It's always the tiny things like Costco, like the dishes, like changing the day I do something or altering my plans just enough for it to be inconvenient for me so things can be convenient for you. Things that sound insane if you complain so I never do. If you wonder why I'm not closer to you and Mom, this is exactly why. I don't think you do it on purpose- I knew your parents and they were so much worse. But I can't be open with people who are always looking for a way to manipulate someone for such stupid reasons. And what hurts the most is that even if you were aware of this, I don't think you would even make an effort to change. I love you, but I can only love you so much because I sincerely think you lack the capacity to change for other people and it makes me sad."

Obviously I just said "of course." And kept driving to Costco. Because what else can you do? There are people I will try with, people I will open up to and be honest with and make an effort for. And while I love my parents dearly, they are such quintessential Boomers, there is no chance of them being able to hear me when I speak like that, you know?

Sometimes telling people your feelings is like screaming into the wind- no one wins, why bother?

I will say this, just writing this out (instead of getting ready for my mandatory smoking session like a good girl) has given me some insight into maybe why I am so stubborn all the time. When I actually do feel comfortable with people I have a tendency to not be great with compromise because my entire life, showing even a little bit of give meant someone would take advantage. Compromise has always felt like a weakness not so much because"giving in to others makes you a beta" or any similar bullshit, but because it basically shows your opponent your bare neck and it's very easy to get ragdolled if you're not careful.

So... I suppose complaining can be helpful sometimes... If you're introspective when you do it? That's a good lesson, right?

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I woke up too early this morning, so naturally I wrapped my arm around my wife and started nibbling her ear.

And she groggily but very clearly said "absolutely not" so I turned back around and fell asleep.

Then, she was getting dressed for work a few hours later and she says "why didn't we have sex this morning when you woke up?"

And I said "...uh, you said absolutely not in your sleep."

And she goes "yeah, i hate my ears being nibbled (and I should know that, we have been married 6 years) why didn't you like grab my tits or something like you usually do?"

And I don't have a point to this story other than I totally cock blocked myself because I am an idiot in the morning (and also every other time of day.)