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i’m going to burst into tears. such a hauntingly stupid and wonderful phrase to immortalize somewhere. LOOK AT PIttbert!
#for the love of christ. everyone pointing out the i is lowercase#get ready: i’m hunting you for sport
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Bro absolutely COOKED with this.
EDIT: Y'all OOP is not whitewashing and brushing past the crimes of the fucking Taliban, they're simply pointing out that unlike the American elite- who have never suffered a day in their lives- terrorists like the Taliban usually go through some radicalizing event caused by poor life circumstances. That absolutely does not excuse or condone the horrible things they do, of course.
Also, Somali pirates and the Taliban were explicitly mentioned because this comment is in response to a couple of their former hostages saying said groups supplied them with soap and toothpaste, which the US government refuses to give to migrants. You can stop misinterpreting and derailing this post now, thanks.
#us politics#politics#the cruelty is the point#fuck conservatives#fuck maga#1k#2k#5k#10k#most popular
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we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this
#hero and villain whose mid-battle insults become increasingly intimately specific#until they're waging the sort of psychological warfare so forbidden by the geneva conventions#they must have either grown up together or been in an intimate relationship at some point bc where else do you get that level of weaponry
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a lot of media assumes robots would be immortal but i think its a lot more interesting to explore robots dealing with their parts wearing down and battery life shortening and all the horrible little failings that come with being a complicated machine. sure they can replace parts but you'd assume you cant completely ship of theseus them, or it'd have pretty big rammifications on their sense of identity. idk. give me robots with distinct, unique signs of aging. as a treat.
#thinkin about wall-e.... how wall-e looks so much older than all the other robots just based on how theyre constructed#also thinkin about my phone that has to be on charge nearly all day at this point. does this qualify as a robot disability.
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people will say "why cant the eldritch gods just be nice to humans :((" and then kill a bug for existing near them
#this post has a silly tone ok. i am pointing out irony. i am not calling out bug killers.#i love bugs but i am not going to put you in prison if you kill them . post over
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Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me
Extra doodles:
Someone save Sevika, she is in hell
#my art#sketchy sketch#arcane#sevika#jinx#arcane powder#silco#silco and jinx#Silco will never actually be able to discipline in jinx#the best he can do is raise his voice#and even that has no effect#sorry silco you are a doomed girl dad#now I've doodled all my silco and jinx ideas I got a while back no wait#still one#well I'll finish it at some point#sevika needs help guys she is all alone with these two
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Superman losing his composure only when people shrug off the lives of others. Doesn’t matter how well he knows them. Doesn’t matter if they’re even human.
He gets upset at the Justice Gang for brutally killing a rampaging Kaiju and not even attempting to find a way to move it or at least euthanize it more humanely.
The only time he raises his voice during Lois’ interview is when she digs into his interference in geopolitics, because people would have died if he hadn’t acted. The only time he yells at Luthor is when Luthor abducts Krypto. The only time he cries is when Luthor murders someone he barely even knew.
He saves a fucking squirrel for god’s sake. We’re so back.
#dc comics#Superman#superman spoilers#superman 2025#superman 2025 spoilers#I’ve only seen the movie once so hopefully I didn’t miss another moment where he yelled at Luthor or cried or w/e#but I think this point still stands regardless#reclass.txt
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yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
#🧻 sharts#gravity falls#dipper pines#mabel pines#smokes a fat blunt. knocked this one out inbetween hw ive had this sketch laying around for AGES#edit: to the people pointing out they arent holding a bass#i am so sorry#LMFAOOO i used a free model online as a reference and figured electric guitars & basses looked similar#i dont play either of those instruments so …. my apologies ..
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night shift
#artists on tumblr#giant mermaids and their number one simp#it's a miracle i was able to finish anything besides work this last couple of weeks#it's 37C today and i feel one with the air#like it's hard to tell where my body ends and the hot moist air begins#we have exactly one fan in the house#and it's pointed at our two rabbits#as long as they're happy i can deal
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Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.
Example:
As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.
As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.
Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.
Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.
We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.
This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"
"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.
My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.
"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."
Right. Of course. Right.
#childhood reminiscing#to be clear my childhood didn't suck or anything#but my dad was and still is very particular about...everything#and it's taken me a long time to realize that A. his normal is not everyone's normal#and B. I get to decide what my normal is#which was a big fucking relief when it finally occured to me#anyway#no point to this#just thinking
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How come you're all about "feminism" until it's time to protest? We haven't seen you make a single fucking post about the LA riots and it's really disappointing.
Hi friends. This is your reminder not to reply to questions like this. You do not need to self-report your behavior. This is a guilt trip designed to make you violate your own Miranda rights.
Also, they are not riots (Freudian slip, fed?), they're peaceful protests and are a democratic right under the first amendment.
where to find your local protest donate to legal funds my local immigrant support network
be safe out there, i love you.
#i have people i love i am protecting. that will always come before clout lol#i will not be making posts about this yet until i can lol#which is very upsetting for me i promise. we all know i LOVE to expound on a subject.#btw the reason i point out the word ''riot'' here is that in general i have seen that as a MAGA dogwhistle-#they're trying to rebrand the issue as ''violent uprising'' and there's a LOT of reasons why that's a dangerous thought pattern
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im gettin real sick of people he/him-ing kris (id in alt)
#im so fucking sick of it dude. like come on#this is part of the whole Point of deltarune. kris is not a blank slate for you to project onto#deltarune#susie deltarune#susie#utdr#my art
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Please meet Rube Goldberg.
While collecting eggs a couple of weeks ago, this egg slipped out of my hands from 5 feet up above wood, wire, and cement. Quail eggs are VERY fragile when it comes to impacts, so this egg's life flash before my eyes and time slowed down as I watched the world's most ridiculous accidental cartoon egg drop.
It somehow missed every obstacle on the way down (3 shelves) in order to land upon the side of a milk jug I had dropped the day before. It bounced off of that to a couple feet away, and hit the side of a hay bale. It bounced off of that, and somehow landed on the open lip of an empty feed back laying on the floor that I had put down under the towers to prevent the cement from sinking heat from the space. The bag gently collapsed, and rolled the pristine egg to a stop back at my feet.
I stared at it in disbelief. I took it inside and candled it- not a crack in it. So I noted the pen I got it from (CER) and scribbled "dropped?" on it. I figured SURELY it would not develop after that kind of nonsense, but when I candled at lockdown, the little thing was ready to go.
So, I stuck the egg into its own hatching bag, and sure as shit, the little fucker hatched!
And as if the rest of the story is not weird enough, this is possibly the first coturnix chick in the world who didn't immediately faceplant off of a human hand in the pursuit of the cold embrace of death. It just sat there, posing with the egg. Looking around like Hm so this is what being alive is... it's alright I guess.
#coturnix quail#the quails#celadon quail#I might have to keep it as a pet at this point#when you drop a really fragile egg and universe intervenes like that#sometimes you just gotta listen#my pets#Rube the quail
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i completely understand & agree with the backlash against students using chatgpt to get degrees but some of you are out here saying "getting a degree in xyz means pulling multiple consecutive all-nighters and writing essays through debilitating migraines and having severe back pain from constantly studying at your desk and chugging energy drinks until you get a kidney stone and waking up wishing you were dead every day, and that's just part of the natural process of learning!!!" and like. umm. i don't think that any of us should have had to endure that either. like maybe the solution for stopping students from using anti-learning software depends on college institutions making the process of learning actually sustainable on the human body & mind rather than a grueling health-destroying soul-crushing endeavor
#be free my post#im hyperbolizing based on a post i saw in passing#about how getting a degree in a certain field meant eye strain and back pain etc#but my point stands
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