#ceramon

[stoicbreviary]

Xenophon, Memorabilia of Socrates 31 

Socrates had two ways of dealing with the difficulties of his friends: where ignorance was the cause, he tried to meet the trouble by a dose of common sense; or where want and poverty were to blame, by lessoning them that they should assist one another according to their ability.

And here I may mention certain incidents which occurred within my own knowledge. How, for instance, he chanced upon Aristarchus wearing the look of one who suffered from a fit of the "sullens," and thus accosted him. 

Socrates: "You seem to have some trouble on your mind, Aristarchus; if so, you should share it with your friends. Perhaps together we might lighten the weight of it a little." 

Aristarchus answered: "Yes, Socrates, I am in sore straits indeed. Ever since the party strife declared itself in the city, what with the rush of people to Piraeus, and the wholesale banishments, I have been fairly at the mercy of my poor deserted female relatives. Sisters, nieces, cousins, they have all come flocking to me for protection. I have fourteen freeborn souls, I tell you, under my single roof, and how are we to live? 

"We can get nothing out of the soil—that is in the hands of the enemy; nothing from my house property, for there is scarcely a living soul left in the city; my furniture? no one will buy it; money? there is none to be borrowed—you would have a better chance to find it by looking for it on the road than to borrow it from a banker. 

"Yes, Socrates, to stand by and see one's relatives die of hunger is hard indeed, and yet to feed so many at such a pinch impossible."

After he listened to the story, Socrates asked: "How comes it that Ceramon, with so many mouths to feed, not only contrives to furnish himself and them with the necessaries of life, but to realize a handsome surplus, whilst you being in like plight are afraid you will one and all perish of starvation for want of the necessaries of life?" 

Aristarchus: "Why, bless your soul, do you not see he has only slaves and I have freeborn souls to feed?" 

Socrates: "And which should you say were the better human beings, the freeborn members of your household or Ceramon's slaves?" 

Aristarchus: "The free souls under my roof without a doubt."

Socrates: "Is it not a shame, then, that he with his baser folk to back him should be in easy circumstances, while you and your far superior household are in difficulties?" 

Aristarchus: "To be sure it is, when he has only a set of handicraftsmen to feed, and I my liberally-educated household." 

Socrates: "What is a handicraftsman? Does not the term apply to all who can make any sort of useful product or commodity?" 

Aristarchus: "Certainly." 

Socrates: "Barley meal is a useful product, is it not?" 

Aristarchus: "Preeminently so." 

Socrates: "And loaves of bread?" 

Aristarchus: "No less." 

Socrates: "Well, and what do you say to cloaks for men and for women—tunics, mantles, vests?" 

Aristarchus: "Yes, they are all highly useful commodities." 

Socrates: "Then your household do not know how to make any of these?" 

Aristarchus: "On the contrary, I believe they can make them all." 

Socrates: "Then you are not aware that by means of the manufacture of one of these alone—his barley meal store—Nausicydes not only maintains himself and his domestics, but many pigs and cattle besides, and realizes such large profits that he frequently contributes to the state benevolences; while there is Cyrebus, again, who, out of a bread factory, more than maintains the whole of his establishment, and lives in the lap of luxury; and Demeas of Collytus gets a livelihood out of a cloak business, and Menon as a mantua-maker, and so, again, more than half the Megarians by the making of vests." 

Aristarchus: "Bless me, yes! They have got a set of barbarian fellows, whom they purchase and keep, to manufacture by forced labor whatever takes their fancy. My kinswomen, I need not tell you, are freeborn ladies." 

Socrates: "Then, on the ground that they are freeborn and your kinswomen, you think that they ought to do nothing but eat and sleep? Or is it your opinion that people who live in this way—I speak of freeborn people in general—lead happier lives, and are more to be congratulated, than those who give their time and attention to such useful arts of life as they are skilled in? 

"Is this what you see in the world, that for the purpose of learning what it is well to know, and of recollecting the lessons taught, or with a view to health and strength of body, or for the sake of acquiring and preserving all that gives life its charm, idleness and inattention are found to be helpful, whilst work and study are simply a dead loss? 

"Pray, when those relatives of yours were taught what you tell me they know, did they learn it as barren information which they would never turn to practical account, or, on the contrary, as something with which they were to be seriously concerned some day, and from which they were to reap advantage? Do human beings in general attain to well-tempered manhood by a course of idling, or by carefully attending to what will be of use? Which will help a man the more to grow in justice and uprightness, to be up and doing, or to sit with folded hands revolving the ways and means of existence? 

"As things now stand, if I am not mistaken, there is no love lost between you. You cannot help feeling that they are costly to you, and they must see that you find them a burden? This is a perilous state of affairs, in which hatred and bitterness have every prospect of increasing, whilst the preexisting bond of affection is likely to be snapped.

"But now, if only you allow them free scope for their energies, when you come to see how useful they can be, you will grow quite fond of them, and they, when they perceive that they can please you, will cling to their benefactor warmly. 

"Thus, with the memory of former kindnesses made sweeter, you will increase the grace which flows from kindnesses tenfold; you will in consequence be knit in closer bonds of love and domesticity. If, indeed, they were called upon to do any shameful work, let them choose death rather than that; but now they know, it would seem, the very arts and accomplishments which are regarded as the loveliest and the most suitable for women; and the things which we know, any of us, are just those which we can best perform, that is to say, with ease and expedition; it is a joy to do them, and the result is beautiful. 

"Do not hesitate, then, to initiate your friends in what will bring advantage to them and you alike; probably they will gladly respond to your summons." 

"Well, upon my word," Aristarchus answered, "I like so well what you say, Socrates, that though hitherto I have not been disposed to borrow, knowing that when I had spent what I got I should not be in a condition to repay, I think I can now bring myself to do so in order to raise a fund for these works."

Thereupon a capital was provided; wools were purchased; the good man's relatives set to work, and even whilst they breakfasted they worked, and on and on till work was ended and they supped. 

Smiles took the place of frowns; they no longer looked askance with suspicion, but full into each other's eyes with happiness. They loved their kinsman for his kindness to them. He became attached to them as helpmates; and the end of it all was, he came to Socrates and told him with delight how matters fared; "and now," he added, "they tax me with being the only drone in the house, who sit and eat the bread of idleness." 

To which Socrates: "Why do not you tell them the fable of the dog? Once on a time, so goes the story, when beasts could speak, the sheep said to her master, 'What a marvel is this, master, that to us, your own sheep, who provide you with fleeces and lambs and cheese, you give nothing, save only what we may nibble off earth's bosom; but with this dog of yours, who provides you with nothing of the sort, you share the very meat out of your mouth.'

"When the dog heard these words, he answered promptly, 'Ay, in good sooth, for is it not I who keep you safe and sound, you sheep, so that you are not stolen by man nor harried by wolves; since, if I did not keep watch over you, you would not be able so much as to graze afield, fearing to be destroyed.' 

"And so, says the tale, the sheep had to admit that the dog was rightly preferred to themselves in honor. And so do you tell your flock yonder that like the dog in the fable you are their guardian and overseer, and it is thanks to you that they are protected from evil and evildoers, so that they work their work and live their lives in blissful security." 

—from Xenophon, Memorabilia 2.7 

IMAGE: Anton Mauve, Shepherd and Sheep (c. 1880) 

[kurothis]

not dick making smartass comments after wally interacts with anyone ever

[cerakuro]

ceramon

that’s me!

[cosmik-homo]

Raistlin Majare would you kindly fuck off and stop appearing in my dreams

Ceramon you can stay sweety it's alright. And you didn't even take the evil wish key :) cuz you know what group responsibility means :)

[fanwarriorfictions]

One-

A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Eight- Part Five

-A Month Later-

"Something's coming. Something angry. Something hungry for your blood," Mike reads out, "it is almost here."

Phina vaguely listenes to the boys playing Dungeons and Dragons, reading her book silently on the couch.

"What is it," Will asks.

"It's the Thesalhydra I'm telling you," Dustin tells him.

Lucas sits back in his chair, "it's not the Thesalhydra!"

"I'm telling you it's the Thesalhydra," Dustin argues with him.

Mike interrupts them and slams down a piece, "the Thesalhydra!"

"Damn it," Dustin yells, making Phina snort loudly at him.

"It roars in anger," Mike yells, "Will, your action!"

"What should I do," Will asks.

"Fireball him," Lucas yells.

Will looks over at Dustin, wanting his input as well. Dustin leans forward and contemplates.

Dustin smiles and looks up at Will, "fireball the son of a bitch."

Will looks over towards Phina, wanting one last answer before he decides. She feels his gaze, all of their gazes actually, and looks up at them.

"What should I do Phina," Will asks.

She glances between all four of them, contemplating for a few seconds. A smirk then graces her lips.

"Well, you know what I would do," she replied, holding up her hand and letting a very small flame dance between her fingertips.

They all smile, and Will nods, grabbing the dice. He shakes them in his palms and throws them to the table, rolling a 14.

Phina laughs as they all yell in victory, running around and screaming like madmen. Mike starts to narrate again, acting out the Thesalhydra's slow death. His dramatic performance ends with Mike on the floor. The boys cheer and Phina claps for them.

"Good job boys," she yells over them, Dustin bows towards her dramatically.

"Lucas cuts off the seven heads, and Dustin places them in his bag of holding," Mike narrates, "you carry the heads out of the dungeon, victorious, and you present them to King Triston, he thanks you for your bravery and service."

"Woah, woah woah woah," Dustin interrupts, "that's not it is it?"

"Well there is a medal ceremony," Mike says.

"Oh a medal ceramon!" Dustin yells. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah man, that was way to short," Lucas agrees.

"Yeah," Will shouts.

"It was ten hours," Mike argues with them.

"But it doesn't make any sense," Dustin argues back.

Mike shakes his head, "it makes sense!"

"Uh, no," Dustin shoots back, "What about the lost night?"

"And the proud princess," Lucas chips in.

"And the weird flowers in the cave," Will adds.

"I don't know," Mike tries to argue, "it's.."

He's interrupted by Jonathan coming down the stairs, "jesus, whats that smell? You guys been playing games down here all day or just farting?"

That gets giggles from the whole group, including Phina who closes her book and sets it on the table.

"No, that's just Dustin," Lucas jokes, making Dustin lose his smile, "he farted. Dustin farted, Dustin farted!"

Phina shakes her head and lightly hits Lucas' shoulder, "play nice."

He ignores her and she chuckles. Jonathan nods to Will who stands up to leave.

"See ya Will."

Jonathan looks over to Phina, "are you still going to come over for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, I just need to go grab your guy's presents," Phina smirked.

"My mom's gonna be mad that you bought us stuff," Jonathan laughs.

"Well I knew you guys weren't gonna listen to our deal and buy me something so why would I listen," she laughs.

Jonathan shakes his head and ushers her and Will upstairs.

"I'll be out in a second," Phina tells him as she rushed up the stairs towards her room.

She quickly finds Jonathan's and Will's presents, but Joyce's was not in her room. Phina has a mini heart attack but laughed at herself when she remembered that her and Karen had wrapped it the night before, and it was still down in the living room. She rushed downstairs, passing Jonathan, Will, and Nancy.

"Are you ready yet," Will whined half heartedly.

"One more second," she shouts back at him, laughing at him.

She rushes into the living room, smiling brightly, and almost trips when she sees Steve Harrington on her couch. Him and Nancy had worked out their relationship, and Phina didn't know why that made her heart ache a little.

"Hey Phina," Steve smiles awkwardly as he stands to his feet.

"Hey," she says back, the cold tone she had reserved for him set in place again, less because her dislike of him, and more because she needed to convince herself that she actually did hate him.

His own heart ached at the tone, but he pushed it away, stuttering out, "I was actually about to come find you, I, uh, well."

He shakes his head and pulls out a small wrapped box from his pocket. He walks around the coffee table and stood in front of her.

"I um, got you this, as a, uh, thank you gift. You know, for what happened a month ago," he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

Phina looks at him, shocked, "you didn't have to, get me anything. I don't have anything to give you."

"No no, it's ok, I wasn't planning on it, but I saw it and I thought of you," Steve laughs, "that sounds weird, just take it before I say something stupid."

She laughs, "when don't you say something stupid Harrington?"

He shakes his head and hands her the present, "just take it Wheeler."

Phina adds the small box to her stack of boxes, grabbing Joyce's from the table as well, "I gotta go."

"Yeah," Steve smiles, "sorry for distracting you."

She shakes her head and turns on her heel, towards the front door. Phina hears Steve let out a breath as he sits back down on the couch. Before she left the room, she turned back towards him and smirked.

"By the way, that's a lovely sweater you got yourself there Harrington," Phina says sarcastically, and continues walking before he can say anything.

She passes her sister on the way there, both of them smiling brightly. Nancy gives Phina a small hug, careful not to crush the presents.

They say a little goodbye, which is interrupted by Will pulling Phina towards the door.

   "Okay, okay, I'm coming Will," Phina laughs.

   Will laughs as well, "you were taking to long."

   Jonathan smiles at the two of them, "ready?"

   Phina smiles and nods, "ready."

   They make their way out to Jonathan's car, Will insisting that he help with some of the presents, not at all because he wants to guess what she got him.

   "Nope, if you want to help you can open the door for me," Phina smiles, "you don't get to guess what this is until later."

   Will whines a little but rushes forward to open the door for her. She sets all the gifts down in the back seat, sliding in after them.

   "Phina you can sit in the front," Jonathan says.

   "Nah, Will can have it this time," Phina smiles, "but only because it's Christmas, it's reserved for the rest of the year."

   "Whatever," Jonathan chuckles.

   The two boys get into the front seats, obviously with Jonathan in the drivers side.

   "Alright, buckle up," Jonathan tells Will.

   Will complies, buckling his seat belt as Jonathan starts the car. He looks down at the present Nancy had given Jonathan.

   "Can I open it," Will asks him.

   Jonathan looks down at the present a little bashfully, which makes Phina smirk, and says, "yeah. Sure."

   Will rips open the paper, and Phina sits forward to look at it, even though she already knew what it was. He pulls off the paper revealing the camera.

   "Wow, pretty cool," Will says.

   Jonathan looks at it and smiles warmly, "yeah... pretty cool."

   His eyes find Phina's in the review mirror, "did you have any input in this?"

   Phina smirks a little, "I might have helped them pick it out."

   Jonathan smiles at her, "thank you."

   "Don't give me all the credit," Phina laughed, "it was all Nancy's idea."

   Jonathan blushes, which gets little chuckles from Will and Phina. He shakes his head and starts to drive.

   Phina leans back in her chair as Will starts to talk about the campaign the boys had that night. She watched the two boys interact, Jonathan smiling and being fully intrigued in whatever Will said. She loved these little moments, and she was glad she had them back.

-

   Phina sat on the couch, watching Will dig through the different presents.

   "Whatcha got there," Jonathan asks Will, "is that one yours?"

   "Yeah," Will says shaking the present he held in his hands.

   Jonathan held his camera to his eye, pointing at Will, "it's pretty big."

   He takes a picture and walks towards the dining table, "careful, you'll break it."

   Phina looks back as he takes a picture of Joyce, she looks up at him and laughs awkwardly, "What are you doing?"

   "Documenting," Jonathan chuckles.

   "Oh why," Joyce laughs.

   "Because," Jonathan laughs again, "it looks great."

   Phina stands up and walks over to join the two of them. Jonathan snaps a picture of her walking and she smiles at him.

   "This is so over cooked. And the potatoes are," Joyce lifts a spoonful of potatoes which just run off like soup, Jonathan takes another picture, "runny. They're so, runny."

   Phina chuckles, "I'm sure it's great Joyce."

   Jonathan nods towards Phina, "yeah, what she said."

   Will comes over to the table as they all begin to sit down, "it's definitely an Atari."

   "An a-whaty," Joyce asks.

   "The big present," Will says, "it's an Atari. I felt Dustin's today and it's the same exact weight."

   "Really," Joyce exclaims, "wow. Will just have to see. Won't we?"

   They all start to fill their plates when Will stands up again.

   "Hey, no more snooping," Joyce chides.

   "I just forgot to wash my hands," Will says, "I'll be right back."

   "Ok," Joyce says weirdly, "he's washing his hands?"

   The three of them chuckle slightly, but it has an undertone of worry. After what had happened a month ago, Will had changed, not a lot, but enough so that they noticed. They tried not to let it get to them, but they would never truly forget about it.

   So they pretended that it never happened, and lived their life like it was completely normal. It wasn't, they new that, but it was easier to pretend it was then to face what it truly was.

   When Will came back out, he looked a little bothered, but when Joyce asked about it, he denied that something was wrong. Jonathan defused the small bit of tension by bringing up the campaign. With that, they were back to pretending.

-

   After dinner the Byers and Phina sat in the living room. Phina gave each Byers their present.

   "Phina, we agreed on no presents," Joyce lightly scolds her.

   "Did you follow that agreement," Phina asks pointedly.

   Joyce chuckles, "well, no."

   "Exactly," Phina exclaims, "now open your presents."

   For Will, she had gotten a large pack of colored pencils. He had been using crayons for so long, she thought it was time to take a step up. For Jonathan, she got a bunch of film for his new camera, a new case for it, and a mixtape that she had made. Then, for Joyce, she had gotten her a locket, with a picture of all four of them together inside, and engraved on the back was Joyce-Mother of Three. She also framed a drawing of Joyce and Will that Phina had done a week ago. Joyce may or may not have started to tear up a little bit.

   Then, the Byers gave her their gift. It was relatively large, and Phina wanted to scold them. The Byers didn't have the most money, and due to the events last month, they weren't in the best place.

   "You guys," Phina whines, "you shouldn't have gotten me anything....."

   "No no no," Jonathan stops her, "open it."

   She pouts but starts to pull apart the paper. Her heart stops, inside was a full brief case of art supplies, and a new sketchbook.

   Phina looks up at them and smiles widely, "thank you guys! This is amazing."

   She puts everything down and stands up, pulling Joyce into a hug. Now it was Phina's turn to maybe or maybe not to cry.

   She pulls away from Joyce, only to be hugged by Jonathan and Will. Phina laughs as the squeeze the life out of her. It felt good for everything to be normal again, even if it was just pretend.

-

Seraphina Wheeler couldn't sleep. While the Byers family was all sound in their beds, waiting for Christmas morning to come, she sat on the porch of their home. She had a thick comforter wrapped around her, shielding her from the cold winter air. Phina had tried to sleep, she really did, but every time she closed her eyes, a haunting image flashed before her. She didn't know what to make of it when it first happened, maybe she was still traumatized from last months horror. No, that would be the easy answer, of course she just had to prove herself wrong.

She looked down at her brand new sketchbook, at the drawing that now marked the first page. A dark sky, lit with lightning, a shadowy figure lurking in the clouds, a single, almost tentacle like, arm of darkness reaching out. At the end of the arm was a small emerald flame, that was slowly dying, being suffocated by the darkness until it was no more.

Phina reaches up towards her neck, were a small silver chain now laid. On the chain was a small emerald flame, Steve's gift to her.

-2300 words-

Aaaaaaannnnnd!!!!!! That's it for season one!!!!! I know I know, sad days, but don't fret, I am in the process of season two.

-Morgan

[spread-the-cheer-2020]

Today is November 11th, if your in America that means today is Veterans Day or Armstice Day. If you live anywhere else in the world today marks the 102 year anniversary of the end of world war 1! Here’s a little history on today’s special meaning! The Armstice of November 11th 1918 was a formal agreement signed on, you guessed it November 11th 1918, that ceramonally ended World War I. The Armstice was signed at Le Francport near Compiègne, France. The agreement ended all fighting on land, sea or air. The agreement was signed by ally supreme commander Ferdinand Foch at 5:45 am, it called a cease fire at 11 am Paris time, later that morning in November 11th. All countries engaged in the war continued fighting up to 11 am, even though the agreement was already signed, it didn’t say the fighting had to stop until 11 am so the battle continued. The terms of the Armstice included, the cessation of all hostilities, the withdrawal of German forces, the surrender of aircrafts warships millitary materiel, the release of all ally POW and interred civilians. The Armstice ended fighting on the western front but was prolonged 3 times until the Treaty of Versailles signed on the 28th of June 1919, a little over a half a year after the orginal cease fire. The treaty didn’t take effect until a year after in January 10th 1920. 2,738 men died on the last day of the war. Veterans Day is an American holiday that celebrates and honors the veterans and members of the US Armed Forces. It is often celabrated through vigils for those who are MIA or POW, through church services, and dinners or galas for veterans. Veterans Day originally knows as Armstice day was started by American President Woodrow Wilson as a commemoration of the end of the Great War and to honor the fallen soldiers. He described Armstice day as “To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations”. The Us Congress recognized Armstice day as an official Federal Holiday in 1926. In 1954 President Dwight Eisenhower changed the name from Armstice day to Veterans Day, a holiday to commemorate and honor the veterans of all wars.

That’s all for the history of Veterans Day!

[hongtham12]

Hướng dẫn cách nhận biết răng sứ Titan

Nhận biết răng sứ Titan dựa vào phần thân răng Khi quan sát phần thân răng của răng sứ Titan, bạn sẽ thấy màu hơi đục, không trong như răng toàn sứ. Hơn nữa, khi sử dụng đèn chiếu trực tiếp vào răng sẽ có bóng mờ đen lộ trên thân răng. Đây chính là điểm yếu của răng sứ kim loại nói chung và răng sứ Titan không phải là trường hợp ngoại lệ. Nhận biết răng sứ Titan thông qua cấu tạo của răng Răng sứ có cấu tạo gồm 2 phần là khung sườn và lớp sứ chụp bên ngoài. Vì vậy, để có cách nhận biết răng sứ Titan, chúng ta chỉ có thể dựa vào chất liệu của khung sườn. Răng sứ Titan được cấu tạo với phần khung sườn chế tạo từ hợp kim titanium và được phủ men sứ Ceramon. Cấu tạo khác hẳn so với răng sứ kim loại thường và cũng chưa đạt tới mức hoàn chỉnh như răng sứ toàn sứ. Nhận biết răng sứ Titan dựa vào đặc tính của răng Một số đặc tính đặc trưng của răng sứ Titan mà bạn nhất định phải biết đó là: Titan cứng hơn thép nhưng lại nhẹ hơn thép đến 40% Có màu trắng bạc, bề mặt láng bóng, chống bám và chống ăn mòn tốt Không gây dị ứng khoang miệng và cơ thể Khả năng đàn hồi và chịu được nhiệt độ rất cao Dựa trên hiệu quả phục hình Sau khi phục hình, bạn sẽ cảm thấy hơi vướng víu. Nhưng, tình trạng này chỉ là tạm thời bởi vì bạn sẽ nhanh chóng làm quen với sự tồn tại của răng sứ thẩm mỹ hà nội trong khoang miệng. Bởi vì bên trong khung sườn của răng sứ Titan là hợp kim, nên bạn sẽ thấy răng sứ có màu thâm đen, nhất là ở viền nướu. Hơn thế nữa, sau 1 thời gian sử dụng, răng sứ Titan có thể sẽ bị xỉn màu dần theo hướng từ chân răng ra rìa răng. Tin liên quan: nha khoa ở hà nội chỗ nào tốt Răng sứ Titan phù hợp với đối tượng nào? Tuy thuộc dòng sứ kim loại, nhưng nhờ được phủ lớp sứ Ceramon 3 bên ngoài nên răng sứ Titan vẫn mang nét thẩm mỹ không hề thua kém các loại răng sứ khác. Vì vậy, mẫu răng sứ này phù hợp với những trường hợp cụ thể dưới đây: Răng bị sứt mẻ, gãy vỡ Răng bị hô móm và lệch lạc nhẹ Răng bị ố vàng và xỉn màu Tuy nhiên, nếu bạn mong muốn sở hữu hàm răng trắng sáng hoàn mỹ, chúng tôi khuyên bạn nên phục hình bằng răng sứ toàn sứ như răng sứ Cercon, răng sứ Zirconia, răng sứ Lava Plus,… Các loại răng toàn sứ được chế tạo hoàn toàn từ nguyên liệu sứ nguyên chất sẽ duy trì thẩm mỹ và độ bền của răng dài lâu. Bạn có thể tham khảo cụ thể các mẫu sứ tại website của Địa chỉ làm răng sứ giá rẻ Hà Nội hoặc liên hệ trực tiếp đến Hotline của chúng tôi để được tư vấn cụ thể.

[kurothis]

mumbo jumbo gaslighting all of us into thinking a donkey is a horse

[kurothis]

i don’t think i’ll ever recover after watching 3rd life

[kurothis]

i fucking hate the trend that’s on tiktok right now it’s so fucking annoying. the one where ppl show a lifehack video or smthing like it and then do it the easier way and look disappointed. it’s the same fucking joke every single time. that’s not really new for tiktok bc tiktok trends are usually like that but that one literally has No variation. not to mention- a lot of the videos ppl cover are? like? fucking satire? there’s no way anyone thought pouring out an entire bottle of pop was an easier way to put it through the fucking fence. that’s the joke. it’s satire. you’re making yourself look like a fool. anyways to add to that i’ve seen TONS of ppl mock devices used for ppl w disabilities? like there were a few that were mocking that thing u can use to help u put your socks on so you can stay independent when u don’t have full motor skills and like????? that obviously wasn’t fucking made for you. think for three fucking seconds. the joke was funny the first time but it stops being funny real quick

[kurothis]

pov i’m kissing you on the lips

[kurothis]

i’m a stupid idiot and i go for the red/blue ship every. fucking. time

[kurothis]

i wish the person who changed yamato and taichi’s wiki pages a very bad day

[kurothis]

wouldn’t it be very sexy if yj season 4 had snaibsel AND birdflash. it’s gay time for everyone

[kurothis]

why is my recommended nothing but sk8ter to the infinity or whatever it’s called i hate you nico

[kurothis]

IM WATCHING BDUB’S POV ON 3RD LIFE it’s SO unbelievably funny because everyone is SO fucking scared of scar and grian. like i know people were talking about them being like. unreliable narrators in a sense where everything just seems like they’re two funny guys doing funny things from their povs but. everyone is so unnerved and ESPECIALLY by scar. bdubs called him a spooky baby i’m gonna cry he has such a strong reputation from hermitcraft of being just. a silly guy. a little dude