Please try your best not to spread misinformation or bigotry in your advocacy. (And please tell me if I act racist, ableist or transphobic in any way!)
women who throw botox parties are so far removed from being human beings in any way i can possibly biologically recognize that i legitimately view them the same way you’d view one of those remote chimpanzee civilizations in the jungles of the congo that primatologists study
randomly thinking about that huge mosaic floor that that family in Gaza unearthed in their backyard last year, no idea if they're safe, no idea how their home or that incredible archeological discovery has fared, maybe the IDF excavated it and moved it to one of their shitty museums, no fucking clue
"Guy" and "man" have different connotations with adjectival nouns. Like "tree guy" = arborist but "tree man" = he lives in a tree, or maybe he is a tree.
A couple years ago, I was staying with a friend for New Year’s and we’d decided to drive down to this adorable strip of locally-owned small business shops and check them out. The bakery was particularly crowded and since I wasn’t planning to buy anything, I waited outside. It’d been snowing, and since moving I’d picked up a “Californian-experiences-true-midwest-winter-for-the-first-time” habit of making at least one (1) tiny snowman every opportunity I get
so I built a little snowman on one of the small tables on this strip.
after about three minutes of cramming ice together, I hear, “Do you want espresso beans for the eyes?” and I turn around and there’s this gal leaning precariously far out the window of her coffee shop, surrounded by her coworkers, holding out her hand and said espresso beans.
I think of those strangers often. just the thought of them all looking out the window to see this random stranger on the corner in the snow building a tiny snowman and deciding to join in, make it special for no other reason than that they wanted to. people are so, so precious and I’m never going to forget that moment.
when someone reblogs your post like #sfw #not yugioh #☆*:.。. queue wanna know how i got these scars? .。.:*☆ #things to show jakey #OP: lakevida #text post #april 29 2024 and it's like i don't want to be stored in this archive it seems creepy and or wet in here
you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!
unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!
tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.
bonus rules:
you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny
take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)
apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender
The thing about the r slur is that people who are using it again are indeed using it as a slur. This isn't a word that is being reclaimed. This is a word that is once again being used 100% as a slur. You're being a bigot if you're using it against others. Straight up. There isn't another argument to be made. Knock it tf off.
I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
this constant discrimination against us sex-havers needs to stop. you throw condoms at me and go "hey wetdick!" "bet you got some today wetdick!" "don't leave it in there too long it'll get pruned!" am i not a human being. if you cut me do i not bleed