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ANTIVAXXERS will be the death of us all if they’re allowed to keep refusing even the most basic ass vaccines. (more)

#dont boo. vote #more palstics/chemicals in our everyday diets that harm us more so than any round of shots we get once or a few times in a lifetime! #get your shots. give your babies their shots. #she blinded me with science #politics #measles #vaccines #scinece is amazing. and tested for validity

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It tracks....

#pedro pascal #that tracks

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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

#man vs bear #i missed the memo but am up to date now.

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being proactive w cultivating your fandom space is good but also weird because occasionally you'll see a post that's like, "we need to address [problem in fandom you have literally never heard of before]" or "I'm tired of fics that [characterization you have literally never encountered]" and you just end up nodding along and trusting that your mutuals have seen horrors you cannot fathom because you have a very extensive blacklist

#🙈🙉🙊 no drama here

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I had somewhat infrequent contact with the church youth group as a high schooler–I wasn’t a regular attendee, but enough of my friends were that I usually had the lowdown on what was happening. I have a personal policy that I don’t turn down invitations to participate in things unless I have an actual conflict (which is, let me tell you, an interesting, rewarding, and occasionally dangerous way to live your life) so when one of my friends said, “Hey, Hell, the youth group is doing a volunteer project and we need people. You in?” I said sure.

She told me to dress for messy outdoor work, and we’d drive there together on Saturday morning. No other details were provided.

So Saturday morning came, and I found myself standing in jeans, steeltoe boots and a tank top in front of a very, very run-down house with about a dozen other teenagers and a couple adults. The adults had that slightly manic look common to youth group leaders, and matching church t-shirts. 

They also had half a dozen sledgehammers.

I had a fantastic feeling about how this day was going to go. 

The house, they explained, was condemned. It needed to be demolished. 

There were words after that about the who and the what and the why (and, presumably, about why they had decided to recruit a bunch of teenagers to do this In The Name Of Jesus) but I was vibrating at a speed that rendered audio waves impossible to decipher and didn’t catch any of it. Something-something-something-jesus, something-something-something-hit things with sledgehammers, don’t hit the marked support beams,  Something-something-something-HELL YOU GET TO WRECK THIS HOUSE was basically all that got through.

They said something that my brain interpreted as “GO!” 

I had a sledgehammer in my hand and was swinging through the front door faster than a chipmunk on cocaine. Which was wholly unnecessary; the front door was unlocked. I just wanted to do it. 

I plowed a straight line through that house from front door through the back wall just because I could, then doubled back to go for some of the fun tile spots. Around me, a dozen sweaty teenagers were going absolutely feral. The ones with sledgehammers were swinging wildly at anything they could reach, and the ones without were kicking holes in the drywall for no reason and prying apart any surface they could get a grip on.  

The adults had cleared out about five minutes in; we were left with our sledgehammers and no inhibitions.

 These wholesome christian teens had spent most of their lives being proper and helpful, and now, for what may have been the first time, they were being told to be as destructive as they were capable of being, and it immediately went to their heads. We were a swarm of holy termites. We were sledgehammer-bearing tornadoes. We punched holes in that house until there wasn’t any house left to punch holes in.

Did we take out some of the marked support beams on accident? Absolutely. Was this whole plan deeply, deeply unwise? Sure! But we were having a great time!

The teens with sledgehammers mostly got tired and traded off sooner or later, and a couple of us decided that now was the time to solve some universal mysteries for ourselves, like: can I run straight through a wall if I get a far enough running start? Can I kick a door down like in a movie? If we work together, can we throw John right through that drywall?

The answers to these questions was a shining, reverberating YES.

(John was fine, probably.)

By the time we felt that our work was done, the house was just a few upright studs with a roof on top, sitting in a lake of debris. We straggled out on to the front lawn, dragging our sledgehammers, and watched as the adults hooked chains to the remaining beams. The chains were hooked to the back hitch of someone’s Compensator pickup truck, which was being used for its actual function for probably the first time ever. We watched as the truck pulled away from the curb, the chains going tight–

–and with a sound like breaking toothpicks, the beams broke, and the house pancaked in on itself.  We cheered like it was the Second Coming. 

I don’t know why they had us do this. I don’t even know whose house it was. I just know that there are few joys purer than the joy of wrecking something bigger than you with nothing but the strength of your own arms, and few euphorias more glorious than the feeling of putting a sledgehammer through a front door for no reason at all.

#random story #dangerous to the extreme #great money making idea a la break rooms that run outta things to break way too quickly.

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i sleep nude because if someone ever breaks into my house they gotta fight me while im naked and i dare you to try and swing on a nigga when his dick is out

#how to tumblr #random story

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Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

#people have always been people

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#round numbers

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Colin: Penelope is annoying me. Anthony: She isn't even looking at you. Colin: That's what's annoying me.

Insp

#round numbers #polin crack

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#i voted #home and hearth for the win! #poll #golden apple

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#job search

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“Colin didn’t suffer enough.” Yes, he did.

He suffered in season 1 when his family mocked and belittled him for being so open to love and the woman he gave his heart to lied to and manipulated him because of it. He suffered in season 2 when he tried to distract himself and find out who he was in his time of heartbreak and no one in his family cared that he had returned or wanted to hear about his adventures and thought of him as annoying or a bore for talking about them. He suffered in between seasons 2 and 3 when no one in his family answered his letters and the only person who truly cared about and appreciated him just for who he was had seemingly grown tired of him as well. He suffered when he abandoned the person he was and took on a new persona to fit in with the rest of the ton and have people finally take him seriously. He suffered when he realized that he hurt the one person who truly understood him and would do anything to make it up to her. He suffered after his best friend kissed him and changed his life along with the axis on which the earth moved and he thought it meant nothing to her. He suffered when he finally realized that what he had been searching for was right in front of him all along only to realize that he had become the architect of his own nightmare and might lose her to someone else because of the very same advice he gave her. He suffered when he couldn’t live up to his father’s memory and find the courage to ask the love of his life if his feelings were reciprocated. He suffered when he thought she would marry a man who didn’t truly love or appreciate her like she deserved. And when he finally got the chance to tell the woman he loved how he felt he refused to suffer anymore. He finally accepted who he was and what he needed and literally chased after what he wanted more than anything in this world just for the chance to make his true feelings known.

#just wished all that was explicitly developed and not just inferred. yes we get it but its nice to know his thoughts and not just guess #colin bridgerton #bridgerton

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BRIDGERTON 3.04 | Old Friends

#bless #polin

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i still can't get over colin cutting into penelope and lord debling's dance. do you know how rude and scandalous that is? it's like apocalyptic.

reminds me of that meme "i'm just gonna scooch in right here if you don't mind, shhhhh you can't marry him penelope he's obsessed with penguins"

colin bridgerton, thanks to violet bridgerton, woke up and chose fucking chaos and i'm very thankful.

#polin

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Yes bestie, it will be.

Also can we talk about the utter pain and disappointment and sadness in Nicola’s eyes at the last second when her smile drops????????? And Luke’s absolute oh-fuck-what-have-I-done eyes???? My babies were born to act.

#face journey for the both of them! #polin

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having a tumblr blog is for those of us who could never manage to keep a diary for more than two weeks when we were twelve

#how to tumblr

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I love how Pen gets exactly what she wants from Colin when she... Just starts asking him for what she wants.

She asked Colin for a kiss, so he gave her a kiss and immediately realized he's obsessed with her and confessed his love while on his knees.

She told Colin she would very much like to be more than friends, so he *checks notes* ferociously made out with her while groping her bosom, fingerblasted her to the Moon and Saturn, and then proposed marriage.

Incredible what you get when you ask for what you want, huh?

#bridgerton #polin #*fist pumping* GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL 'EM HEY