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ilove when someone posts about an issue that's supposedly plaguing society and it's painfully obvious that said issue is not a thing that matters if youre not on tiktok

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eddie "wait have i been on dates with a man????" diaz

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Mulan AU where she does get caught by the other fresh recruits while she's bathing but Mushu helps her spin it like the lake is cursed by an evil lizard demon and will turn men into women if they stay in it for too long.

From there it's not actually difficult to get the other soldiers onboard with covering up the fact that poor Ping took one for the team and got afflicted by the vagina curse, especially since it would have been all of them if they hadn't gotten the warning ahead of time. So they agree to help him cover it up, because obviously the army's not going to understand.

Shang is... tentatively glad that the men are bonding and getting along, even if they continue to be deeply weird about it.

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Like a half hour after taking pain relief meds: oh actually it doesnt hurt anymore i probably didnt even need to take those

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i wish you could tell cats your food is poison. he seems to think the issue is i've forgotten that he is my kind and loving friend. the issue is Hospital

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This was very lovely to wake up to. It's completely legit, in the replies people posted videos and pictures of the 'walk for El Vaquita', the fake protest to get El Vaquita desperately needed medical attention.

The comments in the tweet lead to celebration of a another Chilean comrade doggo named Negro Matapacos. And this is exactly the kind of education I want this month.

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In 2009, during a break at a Boston Celtics game, an ordinary moment turned into an unforgettable performance thanks to a young fan named Jeremy Fry.

As Bon Jovi’s iconic anthem “Livin’ on a Prayer” blasted through the arena, Jeremy sprang to life. What began as a spontaneous dance quickly escalated into a full-blown show. With uncontainable energy, he sang at the top of his lungs, air-guitared like a rock star, and danced his way down the stadium steps—electrifying the crowd in the process.

The stadium camera, originally just capturing a lighthearted fan moment, couldn’t look away. It followed Jeremy’s every move as fans around him joined in, clapping, cheering, and singing along. His raw, unfiltered joy lit up the entire arena—and soon, the internet.

The video of Jeremy’s performance went viral, racking up millions of views across platforms and even landing a spot on Bon Jovi’s official Instagram. For many, it remains one of the most beloved and entertaining fan moments ever captured at a sporting event.

More than a decade later, Jeremy Fry’s epic dance is still remembered—not just for the moves, but for the joy and authenticity that resonated with viewers around the world.

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if you're in the throes of cosmic despair i cannot recommend museums enough. art or science or history it doesn't matter. oh we're all connected, all of us and everything, throughout all time and space, and no one, no one, no one is alone? awesome. that's what i thought i just wanted to make sure.

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Summer vibes.

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Game Show 🛎️

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fanfic writers will go "anyone gonna explore the kinda fucked up or emotionally impactful implications of this minor canon detail?" and then not wait for an answer.

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One of my favorite hoaxes was in early 1962. There was a musical that debuted in 1961 called Subways are for Sleeping that was doing very poorly. For bizarre reasons (ads were banned in the New York subway system lest people take it as permission to sleep there) and normal (the reviews were poor).

But in 1962 an ad came out full of effusive praise from every prominent theater critic in New York. Every single one. From the Times to the Post, all of the famous theater critics in New York LOVED Subways Are For Sleeping

Except...

One of the papers paid to run this ad noticed something...off. Namely, that he knew Richard Watts the theater critic and he wasn't African-American.

It turns out that the producer of the musical had found seven New Yorkers with the same names as the seven biggest theater critics in New York, since while he couldn't lie and say they liked it, but he could pay for *a* John Chapman or *a* Robert Coleman to see the musical and quote them next to their photo truthfully, bc how many people even knew what the leading theater critics in NYC looked like?

Turns out the producer had wanted to do this for ages, but had to wait for the NYT's critic to retire bc he couldn't find anyone with the same name. Anyway it worked: it went from being about to close, to running another couple hundred shows and winning a Tony

Here's the main source for this, btw

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sometimes a friend comes by to drop something and says "yeah after that i'm off to a puzzle warehouse" and you have no choice but to leave your depression spiral, get dressed, and follow that friend to the middle of nowhere to see the puzzle warehouse

there's two floors.

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My friend sometimes brings her six-year-old to our DnD sessions and my husband (the DM) lets her roll for all enemy attacks and sometimes he will show her a few figures and let her secretly pick what creature we meet next. Who needs encounter tables when you have a first-grader around