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LOL! We've seen your scribble signature too Andrew, you don't have any room to talk.
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Stay in school or you’ll grow up to be a Republikkkan clown.
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bored-and-awkward · 5 months
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seasonal depression is kicking into overdrive and i am sick of seeing nothing but sm*t
i want to giggle and kick my feet and feel the familiar emotional pull in my gut that i feel when reading a really good story!
please give me silly little fic recs i beg of you i will give you my first born
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thatmultifandomchick · 4 months
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Just saw Wonka, and I cannot believe that they made Willy Wonka illiterate. Like he’s straight up Jared, 19.
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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months
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"Censor-shipping"
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Thing that pro-censorship people have told me I'm not "allowed" to write, because reasons:
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m/m
a/b/o
rape
dub/con
infidelity
drug use
religions
self harm
violent crime
polyamory
abortion
underage
polygamy
slavery
incest
crossovers
cannibalism
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Guess how many I decided to not write about?
(Hey, you guys! I invented a new term: it's "censorshipping" 😂)
OOH, one of the trolls came out from her bridge as soon as the above post came off my queue:
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I HAVE to imagine it is either a relatively unintelligent teenager, or else god help us if it calls itself an adult 😳
I don't think it understands that books are constantly being written with horrible things that happen in the plots. Including each and every one of its personal squicks.
Does it ever go to the library??
Does it belong to Moms for Liberty? I bet it's a card carrying member of Moms for Liberty 😂
Ignorant cowards hide their hate behind anons 🥱
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sleepiestmanonearth99 · 6 months
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fuckignm idiot. can't evben read. -_-
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paulftompkins · 8 months
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THURSDAY 24 AUGUST 2023 LOS ANGELES CA USA 7:30pm
DYNASTY TYPEWRITER
SUPEREGO: FORGOTTEN CLASSICS
SUPEREGO: FORGOTTEN CLASSICS is a bold interpretation of the great works of literature. So bold in fact, nobody at Superego even bothered to read them. In this live and live-streamed show our players will improvise a famous work of fiction, one with which they’re not at all familiar. They’ll be given only the book’s title, its first and last lines, and the names of its characters. The rest is up to them. 
This time out, Superego reimagines James Joyce’s Ulysses!
Featuring:
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Jeremy Carter
Matt Gourley
Mark McConville
Paul F. Tompkins
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andyslefttoe · 22 days
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i fear i cannot spell 😔😔
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tender-somethings · 1 year
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“You Should Date an Illiterate Girl”
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly.
Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.
Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.
Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.
Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.
Do those things, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.
Charles Warnke
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such-justice-wow · 1 year
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I had to explain this to someone recently so I figured I'd post it here too: If someone is illiterate it does not mean they have 0 reading and writing ability it means they have a reading and writing ability below what that particular country defines as being illiterate
The UN in particular uses the phrase "read and write with understanding a short simple statement on their everyday life"
So if you see a statistic like "The UK has a 99% literacy rate" that doesn't mean 1% of the population cannot read or write at all, it means they cannot read or write to a certain standard
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kply-industries · 6 months
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"Words bothering you? Try KPLY's new illiteracy course, and get that text outta here!"
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islam-defined · 9 months
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They are innocent, not illiterate 🙂
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thegreatmingus · 3 months
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lil kids are such shit liars. they'll be like "a sniper fires off a gunshot at the funeral in chapter 1." and say it as if i won't know that's a 100% complete load of shit.
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0nkee · 1 year
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Finally done this background and so happy how it turned out. Just need to add some characters. Now I'm not the best when drawing people so if u guys want u can add to this draw. I will draw them if no one wants to.
I did think akari and ingo leaning on the bridge or walking off it. Idk. If u got ideas type them down. Anyway hope u like.
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I think the problem isn't that tourists are stupid, it's that they are illiterate. I'm not joking, I think a large number of tourists who come into this motel are functionally illiterate. They're not dumb, they just never learned how to read beyond the basic day to day stuff they need to get by. License plates are all interchangeable gibberish, contracts and rental agreements and paperwork are just black smudges on paper, but they know how to spell their name on the dotted line and that's that on that. They can read the numbers on their key and room door, but not the signs that says NO SMOKING and NO PETS and CHECKOUT IS AT 10AM, PLEASE RETURN KEY TO OFFICE. The other day, I asked a guy how he wanted his receipt (printed, texted, emailed, or none), and he stared in silence at the credit card machine for a full 5 seconds before asking which button said "print." That opened my eyes, and I suddenly have a ton more sympathy for these people. I thought they were stupid, or else purposefully pretending not to understand basic instructions because they' we're on vacation and couldn't be bothered, but now I'm thinking the problem isn't with them, but with society at large.
But the people on the phone who ignore what I say, they're just assholes.
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Rainbow is a fearsome competitor
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