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i am not the same person i was one piece of media i consumed ago
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for everybody into tabletop roleplaying
(or for those who want to get into tabletop roleplaying):
Humble Bundle right now has two fantastic tabletop RPG bundles on sale right now that have everything from starter packs to resource guides to DM screens to expansion packs -- if you're into fantasy, you should check out 13th Age (a fantastic game from two of the people who worked on the most recent edition of Dungeons and Dragons) and if sci-fi is more your cup of tea then you should check out Starfinder.
both of these are pay what you want, and directly support both charity fundraises and myself. they're both only available until August 18th so get it sooner rather than later and pls rb / show it to your friends who you think might be interested!!! <3
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I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
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first is the worst second is the best third. is the last one
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methods of organizing books alignment chart:
#well i'm half neutral good because colour#and i guess i'm half chaotic or maybe neutral evil because i just stick whichever ones look nicest to each other on my other bookshelf
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obsessed with the guy who just won gold in windsurfing
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“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
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Greek dude: But…but I brought you a bouquet of olives to win over your heart!
Sappho, lounging on a couch with her girlfriend on her lap, popping grapes into her mouth: Oh muse, singeth to us Despacito.
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This whole thread is cool and wholesome.
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Christians hate when a gay man goes “fuck it, I’ll gladly go to Hell if you want me to so bad” because it takes the edge away from their tools of fear. If they can’t scare you with threats of eternal damnation then one of their main weapons is taken away.
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All I’m saying is there’s 7.6 billions of us and only one God. We could take him out if we want to.
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