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Look man. Growing up in the early-2000's Hollister-era Aeropostale-era barely-post-heroin-chic-era was all, deeply, rotten and no good. But I'm glad I'm not 12 right now in this tiktok-infested clean-girl-rampant whatever-the-fucking-hell is going on right now because oh my god. oh my god...

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this post is so funny to me because this is absolutely a thing and was very popular at one point. people already did it 40 years ago and its called new romantic

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In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this

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starting to suspect that tech bros actually just don’t know what reading is

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"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

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This dan mora drawing if it was NTT dickkory

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once i figure out how to do anatomy and facial expressions and proportion and foreshortening and basic perspective and color theory and composition then youll all be sorry

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*person who has rich parents* you can do like anything you want in this world you can literally drop out of highschool and go to Europe for a decade and come back to build a family and start a small business but it's like you have to want it you can't just expect things to come to you without you putting the work in

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Pressure cookers are a common household example of a domesticated bomb

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i really like fallout because, unlike a lot of media that uses retrofuturism as just a cool aesthetic, fallout’s obsession with 1950s americana actually means something. it’s not just chrome fins and googie diners, it’s weaponized optimism. it’s that sickly-sweet propaganda sheen slathered over nuclear terror, where smiling mascots tell you to duck and cover while the government quietly preps for the end of the world. it’s about a country that believed so hard in its own greatness it signed its death warrant in cursive.

fallout takes that warped, post-war idealism, the “gee whiz!” charm of suburbia on lithium. and drags it through the dirt, showing us what happens after all the white picket fences melt into radioactive slag. in a world shaped by that specific brand of McCarthyist exceptionalism, the future isn’t flying cars and robot butlers, it’s a dinky holotape of your last moments before the bombs hit, looping forever. like vault 11, the one where the final recording plays after everyone’s already dead, revealing the whole “sacrifice one person every year or everyone dies” mandate was a lie. a loyalty test. a sick joke. and the vault passed, right before it failed, because paranoia and desperation had already eaten them alive.

that’s fallout. not just the end of the world, but the punchline that comes after the moral.

and honestly? that hits way harder than any sleek utopia. because fallout remembers: beneath all that pastel patriotism and canned laughter, something was always rotting.

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The Australian tax department everyone

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Krypto: The Last Dog of Krypton #1 (2025)

written by Ryan North art by Mike Norton & Ian Herring

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their polyamorous swag

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i will never be against piracy ever but i also need physical media to remain

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dogs might look like their owners but cat people always have a cat with the same mental illness as them