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there is a crazy dude on twitter who takes photos of athletes from different sports and finds them an art piece that fits exactly with the photo and the PRECISION he does it is amazing

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Actually I'm convinced team ties in MCC is Skizz's doing.

He looked at Etho, Tango, and Scott with the biggest, soggiest puppy dog eyes known to man and said pwwwwwease and they broke down like cybertrucks in 1 inch of gravel.

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Arts with prison arc

It's my favorite arc. I so love this arc. Omg, can they stay at prison pretty please? /j

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speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.

i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.

so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.

and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.

so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.

so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.

and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.

everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."

and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.

i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.

the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.

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Include over-the-counter medications like allergy meds, but do NOT include multivitamins or supplements unless a doctor specifically advised you to take those. Do NOT include medications you don't take daily, even if you do take them regularly (e.g. weekly).

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i was at a coffee shop in some random town once waiting on my drink. i was the only person there until someone walked in and walked up to the register and they said something crazy like "don't fuck up my order this time, bitch" and i was sooooooo exhausted i stepped forward and i was just like [firm angry mom voice] "no. no. hey. you need to leave right now." and the barista and the customer both turned to me in abject shock and the barista started laughing and the customer looked horrified like they hadn't seen me when they came in and they said "i'm so sorry oh my god I work here. we're friends. i was just messing with them."

and i was like OH! that's a relief.

the barista was still laughing and they said "you were really about to fight for me. i love that." I said was in food service long enough that i'm always ready to fight a customer at any moment. i would have gone for blood. i would've used my teeth.

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working with little kids is so dangerous. you get one kid who has a unique way of speaking & then spend the rest of your life with an internal monologue like “me’s go bathroom?”

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the average buckaroos journey into the tingleverse in SIX PARTS

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Strange trans lifehack that I stumbled into:

For years I went by a shortened version of my legal name, which was generally considered to be a masculine name. People gave me endless grief for this. It was too much work to remember, compared to my legal name. It was just so hard to remember that I spelled it the normal masc way that people spelled that nickname, and not a femme-ified Tragideigh alternate spelling. It wasn’t even that different from my legal name anyway, so what was the big deal with people just using my legal name? Why was I being so difficult?

Then I legally changed my name to something ethnic and tricky to pronounce, with the exact same shortened nickname.

Now every time I tell people “oh, you can just call me x” I can hear the palpable relief in their voice as they do so. Overnight, my nickname turned from a concession to me into a concession to them. I instantly went from difficult to magnanimous – I’ve had people thank me for going by the same name I’ve been going by and getting grief for for well over a decade.

I guess sometimes the solution to “remembering your preferred name is too hard” is just to put the fear of god in ‘em. Oh, you think this incredibly common name that just happens to be a different gender is hard? Nah, I’ll show you hard. How about every time a stranger complains that remembering a preferred name in addition to what’s on my paperwork is too complicated, I add another phoneme that doesn’t exist in English to my legal one. Choke on that, lol.

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I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

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Do you have to wash your rice or not?

If you want to get rid of the starchy texture and/or you live in a country where rice isn’t always clean: yes.

If you want extra starchiness or stickiness and/or you care about keeping the nutritional powder in there: no.

If you are making a risotto or a paella: no.

If you are boiling your rice in a lot of water and then draining it like spaghetti to reduce the risk of arsenic exposure: no.

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Oh, so my accounting homework is trying for a bit of narrative now. A bit of flavor. He's nervous, is he? Young? Oh we are implying things, are we? Telling stories through omission? Paying $975 in sales tax that will be credited in the books to sales taxes payable are we?