I can't stop thinking about this reddit post on soapmaking dude
I cannot express what an insane recipe that is. No one else could grasp it either
Like beeswax doesn't. It kinda just stays as beeswax in the soap. The lye has nowhere to go with it. That liquid seeping out of the soap? The brown and clear drops?? That's lye. That's straight up lye. This mf made the soap equivalent of the Chernobyl elephants foot.
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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
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jesus fucking christ, one last time for the record: “the rhetoric western countries use against country X is racist fearmongering” and “the government of country X has done a lot of serious human rights violations that cannot be excused” are statements that can and should coexist
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while I love the idea that our mutual bestie Jonathan Harker has no idea that he's in a horror novel, I think the funniest thing about the story so far is that he is fully aware that he's in a horror novel and is trying so hard to pretend he is not
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In which Izzy Hands thinks he's in a love triangle but he's actually (accidentally) in a throuple
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I feel like if other superheroes were to find out that Tim had a crush on Conner it’d be because of a sleep-deprived, filterless Tim slipping up
Like, imagine a bunch of heroes crowded around a conference table talking about something to do with Conner’s DNA and his powers or whatever and someone just
random person, gesturing to the computer screen: yo Tim what’s your opinion on Conner’s genes
Tim, absently: Conner’s jeans? too tight. distracting
Dick, trying to decide whether to laugh or cry: Tim. buddy. his DNA genes
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why is it that someone gently saying "hey hey whoa" while another person is crying like the most intimate and comforting thing
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how am i supposed to sleep at night knowing that david harbour and finn wolfhard ship byler
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Me and my gf were talking abt good castings for Sir Walter Elliot and she suggested Jack Black and I was like "Jack Black could do any Bennet. Jack Black could do ALL the Bennets" so now my ideal P+P has Jack Black as the entire Bennet family, or at least Mrs. Bennet
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A few months ago I realized something I couldn't un-realize about Minecraft and that is that villagers being killed by mobs is a direct result of the player's existence. Hostile mobs only spawn within a certain radius of the player. Villages are so unprotected because they straight up don't ever have to deal with monsters before I get there. They live, they work, undiscovered, and then I bring them apocalypse by walking slightly too close at night.
Knowing that, the least I can do is help villages I find to survive it, so I build them a wall and new homes and traps for the creatures of the night - but all that time, they're creatures I created. To the villagers it must seem like the world started ending, hoards of the undead pouring out of the earth, and then this hero emerged to save them from it all, but the danger and the rescue are one and the same and they will never really understand that, and THAT makes me go completely feral. The player is a thing of infinite life which death follows like a shock wave in the fabric of the Universe. We are a self fulfilling prophesy. How is this a thing we've all just gotten used to in the funky cube game
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