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whats the fucking point of having laws if people can keep making led headlights

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kabru is so fucking funny. he’s out here playing 15 dimensional manipulation mind chess with a guy whose hobby is barking like a dog

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sorry for being weird online. i'm even worse if you see me in person

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new contender for best community note of all time

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🔹 Someone else's fiction cannot cause you physical harm.

🔹If someone else's fiction is causing you emotional or psychological harm, or distress, you can put it down and not read/watch it.

🔹Your emotional well-being is not the responsibility of fiction writers.

🔹Someone else's fiction is not about your personal trauma.

🔹When reading or watching fiction, you always have the power. You can always stop. You are never reading fiction without your own consent.

🔹Fiction writers are not responsible for other people's mental health.

🔹The content of a piece of fiction does not reflect on the morality of its author.

🔹Just because someone writes about bad things happening, doesn't mean they want those things to happen.

🔹Don't like? Don't read.

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I can't wait for chapter 3 of Wizard, Witch and the Wild one.

Suvi, I'm sure you're just wearing black to look badass.

(Quote from practical guide to evil)

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Veni vidi conveni consedi

I came I saw I fits I sits

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I think it's a misuse of your big platform to allow the spreading of transgenderism! We do not need those freaks on this earth

I need those freaks actually, and I'm going to use my platform to spread transgenderism like Judas spread his legs for Jesus.

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Its crazy how jack blacks kid just looks like if jack black had a son

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starting a compilation of my favorite "no thank you" buttons from when they want you to subscribe so bad

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have been playing stardew again for 1.6 reasons and one morning i went to take care of my chickens and hiding in the grass was a mysterious stone owl statue, lurking right outside my chicken coop

so i looked it up thinking this was a new addition in 1.6 and would have some kind of impact on my chickens

but in fact it's been in the game this whole time and this is just the first time in 8 years and 371 hours of gameplay that the random 'stone owl' event tripped for me. it does nothing. it's just a stone owl.

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Hellppp some transphobe found my posts about getting surgery and is yelling in my asks about how I mutilated my ‘perfect feminine body’ . I got my wisdom teeth removed.

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i step out onto stage clad in full corpse paint and death metal regalia and start playing the most middle-of-the-road soft rock you've heard since 1974

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.