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The Good Place is a remarkably moving piece of media, particularly for today, because it takes the inherently nihilistic viewpoint that humans are the ultimate torture for other humans and turns that completely on it’s head, showing growth and character change in every character with brilliant and subtle writing while at the same time completely reversing what it first posits and suggesting that humans are what drive other humans to become better, and our attitudes are a direct result of our situations in life that we can consciously effect and change. It suggests that growth is a decision, not that we happen upon it. This is important, philosophically and optimistically, especially because it does all this while telling No Exit it is inherently flawed in how it sees humans and is entertaining, staying relevant and popular in today’s fast paced and constantly changing media. In this essay I will–

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i think the hip new trans thing to do should be choosing as inconvenient a name as possible. like, you have a sibling of the same gender? choose their name. choose ur parent’s name. choose ur pet’s name. choose ur best friend’s name. make ur name a common noun (that isn’t already a name like lane is). call urself “chair.” open the dictionary to a random page and point, now That’s ur name. have a different name for each day of the week

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May I get an aesthetic for a survivor from The Last of Us who is determined to live? Maybe with some rain and abandoned houses or streets?

Here you go. I hope you like it. Let us know if you need anything changed.

~Mod KK

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To all you overthinkers (including me): take a breath, it’s going to be fine. I promise

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Tag some goon

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i just watched a documentary on van gogh and how come nobody ever told me about this absolute banger of a painting

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I’ve just been informed about the Hand of St. Teresa

aka the Catholic Infinity Gauntlet

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I love being in college because there are no actual adults around so everyone is just going around bullshitting their way through basic tasks. Like I can be like “I think I got better from my cold because I ate an orange yesterday” and everyone is like “Yeah makes sense” and somebody could just be like “I’m gonna put my pillow in the washing machine to clean it” and everyone’s like “Sounds like a great idea John”

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tumblr post: reblog if you’re not homophobic!!!!1!

me, a gay who is tired of seeing this shit on my dash:

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thank you b99 for providing us with a new gay panic reaction gif starring this bicon

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What pisses me off the most is how family members talk about how hard autism is on them, but rarely do I hear any of them consider how hard it is for the autistic person.

Meltdowns don’t just happen.

Hitting doesn’t just happen.

Screaming doesn’t just happen.

Imagine that everything is some variation of too much. Imagine having a migraine and going outside on a sunny Florida day. It’s all too intense. You can smell everything. Your eyes are still burning behind dark glasses. Your head is still throbbing, even through expensive earphones.

Now, imagine you’ve been trained, through therapy and familial reinforcement that you have no right to that pain because your peers are just fine, and you’re being dramatic. Imagine being dismissed at every turn because that’s not the typical experience, so you’re officially faking your pain.

Imagine that you have trouble understanding, much less expressing your emotions, and being barked at because you want to be understood but you don’t know how to make that happen yet. Imagine the exhaustion of having your own voice literally fail you when you need it the most. Imagine all of this keeping you from keeping friends, so outside of your family, you don’t really have anyone else.

Imagine being made to feel like a lifelong burden by those very people — a wasted investment, a continuous problem to solve despite your own intrinsic value and sense of self.

And tell me you don’t want to hit. Tell me you don’t want to cry. Tell me you don’t want to scream.

These things don’t just happen. Ask yourself how long you disregarded this person asking for your help before they broke down.

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power move: exclusively referring to sports played by women as “sports” and all the men’s sports exclusively as “men’s sports”

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When will people stop confusing “There was no language yet to describe this human experience of gender/sexuality before a fairly recent point in history.” with “This experience of gender/sexuality is a new thing that did not exist at all until very recently.”

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I'm gay and my glasses are dirty

reblog if you’re gay and your glasses are dirty

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gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

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not news but i love girls

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the disney gay dads triumvirate

Opposites attract dads, bond over show-tunes, their son, and avoiding near death situations

flaming (lol) bisexual Frenchman and uptight British guy who raise their bratty man-child ward and get so annoyed at each other they get married

college roommates that lived together so long it just sort of happened 

raise street urchins for no reason other than seeing them and being like ‘??? you don’t have a place to stay?? that’s fucked up, come home with us’