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I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot

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I’ll never forget the time I was sitting with this guy, nice kid, didn’t know him well, I think we must have had a bottle of wine or some questionable hashish or something, and in response to an awkward silence I just started talking and ended up going on a long meandering rant about how ugly American robins are. I’m talking a full monologue. I had an intro and conclusion. It was pointlessly vehement. I have never been so mean or loquacious about anything in my life.

Consider my horror when this perfectly nice guy wordlessly lifted his shirt to reveal a full-torso prismacolor tattoo of his spiritual soul animal, the American robin.

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everyday I pray Zillow makes a comment section

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nobody:

half full water bottle left behind on the floor of a public bus: *rolls around*

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maybe a crazy take idk but i dont actually think many scenes in stories are 'unneccesary' i think they just make people uncomfortable and rather than try to understand the significance of that discomfort and why the author mightve deliberately inflicted it, decide that discomfort = bad, therefore that scene + the author are both bad

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you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

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Dawg how are you 22 with a wife and kids you should be outside playing

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What to do when you witness your hero cry?

Mokuba leaned heavily on the door. He wanted to barge in and scream to the person hiding behind it. Either that or he just wanted to give him a hug. Tight. And shield him away from all the evil things in the world. But his brother wouldn't let him do that. Seto chose to lock the doors and hid there. Not acknowledging his own brother.

He didn't want his brother to see him cry.

What a fool. Who does he think I am? Mokuba was the only one who shared blood with him. He knew. He had always been. No matter how many closed, locked doors Seto put between them. Mokuba would always know.

And everytime, he couldn't do anything about it. Frustrating.

Mokuba needed to drill into his brother's head: He is not a superhero in movies.

The hero never backs down from any obstacles. The hero never falls and succumb to darkness. The hero always stands tall and everyone loves him. Everyone adores him. He's strong and dependable and mighty.

Seto is all of that, but he's not a hero.

He's just a brother.

The brother who put blanket on him when he sleeps. The brother who teaches him how to play games. The brother who gets angry when he wonders off of his own and didn't tell him. The brother who constantly worried over him. The brother who gets angry at the simplest things.

The brother who loves him.

Little sniffles could be heard through the door. The brother who gets the ugliest cries too. Mokuba chuckled. Big Brother, do you also have snots all over your face right now?

He never liked it when Mokuba did it. But he needs to do this. He knocks.

Silence. Some shuffling. A hoarse voice, "Mokuba." Wasn't even a question. He knew too.

"Hey, Big Bro," half-whispered, "...Want to see me make a parfait?"

More shuffling and the hoarse voice sounded closer now. The door was still closed. "It's 1 AM."

"I know," Mokuba said with a little more mirth, "Isn't it a good time to get some?"

Silence. Seto cleared his throat.

"Well," Mokuba could hear the little smile in there. Maybe a laugh. It made him smile. "You know I never like those. You better make a super special one this time."

Grinning, Mokuba cheerfully waved at the still closed door, "You bet!" And hurried to the kitchen. He knew his brother would soon follow.

It's good enough for now.

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Happy April Fools 2024

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i won’t say anything weird anymore i prommy (different way of saying promise)

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duration has no value. how long do sacrifices last? thinking about the aqedah, the sacrifice of isaac by his father's knife, about how the biblical text tells us when it begins (וַיַּשְׁכֵּם, in the morning) but not when it ends. or, thinking about the red cow of numbers, the sacrifice that cleans one person only by ruining another, about how this has only terminus (it ends in the evening) but no beginning. duration has no value, but neither does an unattached terminus, or an opening left atemporal. i mean that biblical sacrifices, for those on the altar, or those with hands covered in blood, don't begin, and definitely don't end. isaac is always tied up. the red cow will spend the rest of her life dying. your hands, bloody now, won't feel clean for a while