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appleelevengreen · 1 month
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challengers is so good i don't understand if art and patrick are like that bc they had gay sex or bc they didn't.
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tuliptiger · 1 month
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I've been on hold with unemployment for 8 hours. The first 6 I got in contact with someone who couldn't help me so I was put in another queue. Line said 2 min wait it was 1 and a half hours and my phone disconnected.
It wasn't the signal I straight up think the hold time got maxed out. Had 5 min breakdown sobbing because this system for the last 3 weeks has been so incredibly taxing. Call back, 1 and a half more hour wait estimate that leaves 1 before they close. It is now 2 hours and 10 minutes in on the wait and I do not think I'm getting this fixed today.
This actually makes me want to fucking krill myself this is so unnecessarily difficult for no reason I need it for less than a month. Meanwhile the government is handing out blank checks to fucking Israel to commit a genocide with everyone's tax dollars.
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vstheworld · 2 months
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I am v mentally ill NORMAL abt mr robot
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to me there is almost no quick dinner that compares to Pot Roast
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hawkeyes-boy · 2 years
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hawkeyes always giving radar the 'its ok to be different talk' has big older neurodivergent queer to young neurodivergent queer vibes
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so every episode of extraordinary attorney woo is gonna make me cry huh
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littlemizzlinguistics · 6 months
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Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"
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oncillabrigade · 1 month
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Finally read Robins!
I have a lot of thoughts, but I just want to say this panel is the funniest thing I've ever seen:
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keymintt · 9 months
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a comic/zine about coyotes
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fishjak. if this is anything
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coolinternetmen · 2 months
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fuckyeahisawthat · 3 months
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Oh I realized a thing about the Paul/Feyd-Rautha fight. So usually if you have a big fight scene, but especially if you do something like have a character get injured in a way that would definitely be fatal if they weren't cursed with inescapable Main Character Energy, you follow up the fight scene with some moment of comfort or relief or something, which serves to release the tension for the audience and let them know whew, that was scary, but it's okay now. Your character is hurt but they're gonna survive. (Or alternately, if they're dying heroically, it was worth it and what the narrative demanded.)
But here there's nothing. Paul is surrounded by devoted followers; his mother; his lover; one of his oldest teachers and a loyal servant of House Atreides. No one steps forward to offer a shoulder to lean on or help him to his feet. He's left them all behind. He's not a person who got hurt in a fight anymore; he's a myth that people shrink back from. So he pulls the knife out by himself. He stands up by himself. Other than the emperor very begrudgingly touching his hand to kiss the ring, I don't think anyone touches him at all for the rest of the movie. He's completely alone. They never release that tension, because Paul's alive but it is very much not going to be okay.
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koobird · 3 days
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Me before yesterday: I’m really excited for the TTYD remake, I’ve always wanted to play it, but I’m honestly worried all of these people hyping it up as the greatest game ever are really overrating it. I mean, it’s just a Mario game, how good can it really be?
Me last night after having such a good time I played the game for nine hours straight:
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inkskinned · 1 year
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
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seefasters · 4 months
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average travis player character: some sort of guy with backstory happenings of various levels of tragedy
average clint player character: old man with a mischievous streak (always on the verge of death)
average griffin player character: lil guy with impostor syndrome and trying SO hard
average justin player character: the weirdest person anyone has ever heard of, ever
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elibean · 1 year
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oh god DAMN i absolutely LOVE mamma todoroki saying “whether it’s guilt or regret, ours are much greater than yours” HELL yeah
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