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things you DO NOT need to be a man

a dick

he/him pronouns

XY chromosomes

things you DO need to be a man

the swiftness of a coursing river

the force of a great typhoon

the strength of a raging fire

the mysteriousness of the dark side of the moon

^this post was brought to you by LGBT^

Let's

Get down to

Business

To defeat the huns

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Yesssss. we must watch thiiiiis....

Give me more deranged expressions for animated female characters please because I am SO FUCKING HERE for this

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Folks in the comments are just saying that's the Tower, but think of all the Swords cards referred to here. The Cups' cards aren't much better, they're all primarily delusions and turning away from positive change. So, it's all the destruction of the Tower, paired with delusions, denial, betrayal, heartbreak, adoration of the material and ignoring a major change is coming.

So, y'know, MAGA.

new tarot card "fuck your entire life" and its a guy being attacked by devils and flaming skulls and wild animals and screaming and fire everywhere

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sorry what

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"You've got to tell the world how to treat you. If the world tells you how you are going to be treated, you are in trouble."

- James Baldwin

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it's healthy for academics to have professional feuds. enrichment activity

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This just came up at BeSpoke's Sunday series in #SecondLife, so I had to track down the original. Which, though dated, is still a damned fine film.

But it strikes me now that maybe people don't really know what it means these days. I do.

The good years we had growing up, we had presents on the day and stockings handed out the eve of. They'd have small gifts, lip balm, chocolates and a Clementine.

The bad years...the really poor years...we still got stockings, but no presents on the day. And inside the stockings? Whatever penny candy the market had. "Hard Candy Christmas" still hits, because I remember.

Families do the best they can, most of the time. Sure, we were sad, but we understood. But yeah, that song is a powerful hit of truth.

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A doctor’s angry letter to United Healthcare after they denied covering his patient’s nausea medication needed after his chemo.

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So, new find, reader of creepy stories, but this one hit harder, BECAUSE-- We used to attend a pagan festival called SummerStar in Skamania. Or maybe just outside, but it was in Skamania county, either way. Heavy woods, old growths,tons of moss, ferns, dense underbrush.

We were in Seattle with friends, so we packed up and drove down, passing through Vernonia on the way. We hit the edges of the town about ten? Maybe eleven? Either way, full dark, and while we weren't out of gas, we were low, so we started looking for a gas station. And...nothing. Nothing was open. Not just that--the buildings were boarded up.

Now, we'd consulted the map, and why yes we'd left the highway on what LOOKED like a simple diversion that would meet up back at the highway but skip a lot of the interchange action. I was driving, and I started to slow down, and my partner looked over her shoulder--to make sure no one was behind us.

No one was. But...worse...we could no longer see the forest behind us. Just dead black. Yes, I know it was night, yes I know we were already unsettled, thinking we were lost, but it wasn't just heavy-forest-night-sky dark. It was down-in-the-basement, basement-door-closed, inside-a-closet-with-THAT-door-closed dark.

We looked at each other, made the mutual decision not to stop again, and sped up to posted levels. And that black kept getting closer. Signs painted over. Buildings boarded up. Streetlights out, and even a couple of them wrapped up--to stop breakage? We didn't know. We still don't know.

We kept driving. Black got even closer. Now it seemed like a bubble of shadow that was trying to encircle the car, and it was nearly touching the back license plate. We sped up. It sped up. More abandoned buildings. Some burned buildings. Where the hell WERE we??

By the end of it, before we saw a visible sign, we were doing 75 mph and praying a cop wasn't lurking in the dark somewhere. Black pressing all around us and we swore we heard whispering and sure it could be due to us pretty much freaking out in the little explosion-hazard Pinto we were in but we just needed the road to drop us somewhere else ANYWHERE else and dear gods where the hell IS everyone--

And with a nearly audible pop, we drove into light and night-sky stars and the first rest stop we found, that would rejoin us to the highway when we drove out. We drove in, parked, breathed a bit, then got out to stretch trembling legs.

There was a posted map next to the small lot. We went over to find the road. it wasn't there. We found the road that we were on currently. We found where we last remembered lights and life. But the 'shortcut' we drove to get there...Nothing. Just forest.

Never been to Vernonia since.

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I for one now await our Budgie Overlords.

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please stop forgiving my sins I worked so hard on those

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Yes, Minecraft. I am aware. Do you have any tips on how to get him OUT of my hovel? Because he's having SO much fun rearranging all the blocks.

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Beautifully put. There's also a discourse to be had on the differences between insulting and informing. You'd think people weren't taught critical thinking skills anymore.

Oh wait...

Why did “be critical of your media” turn into “find all its flaws and hate it” why did people become allergic to FUN

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Presented without context.

(Though if you really want to see the full thing, click here.)

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Life Hack: Folding a Burrito 🌯🤯 #TheManniiShow.com/series

...what??