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thorne1435 · 8 months
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Remember kids: propaganda isn't inherently bad, nor is it always misinformation! It actually depends on the agenda itself and what the effects of the campaign are.
You aren't immune to insidious advertisements, but you also aren't immune to body-positivity posts, for example.
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groovynightsky · 7 months
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a bit of an artstyle experiment, so here have this lolz
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mynameis-a · 9 months
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me: don’t like the shitty tiktok songs
my brain: ok
*five seconds later*
me: whats that youre holding
my brain, with the shitty tiktok song: nothing-
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callsignspark · 8 months
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coming tomorrow!
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pegakitty · 7 months
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i don't know if I have any weed stories...I should get high more often...
there was one time I got REALLY high, like, pretty high than I'd ever been?? The kind of high where you're almost like....you gotta hold something heavy or else you might float away? I had to lay down for a while. and another time, at my brother's place, I was stoned watching something on TV, thinking the TV was shrinking... when suddenly, in the middle of his story, my brother puts on this deep cop voice and says "IS SOMEBODY SMOKING WEED IN HERE???" and I lost it laughing.
ANOTHER another time, I was high from a gummy, and was laughing at internet videos...more specifically, this one. the sounds just got to me.
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wildwormies · 2 years
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Well since everyone else has done a snip post
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I just liked this bit from the snowy owl invasion. Like ohmygod you boys would be dead thrice over if you got that close to either of those animals in real life
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shadowglens · 2 years
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warning for abuse mention (very brief)
the three cans lay scattered in the grass, an arrow spiked through each one. negan spun on his heel to smile softly down at kit where she beamed next to him. he was here on the premise of helping, not that he knew shit about archery, but when she’d asked with those big eyes and ginger braids of hers, what kind of guy would he be to turn her down? 
“fucking damn, katie girl, you’re gonna be a giving your ma a run for her money soon.”
instead of getting the laugh and good-natured punch in the arm like he’d been aiming for, kit just turned to glare at him. “don’t say that.”
the expression was such a carbon-copy of the look sage threw him on the daily that he couldn’t help but falter. “jees, i thought you’d be excited to stand her up? and anyway, with aim like that, i’m sure she’ll be — ”
“just shut up!”
negan sighed, one hand raised between him and the bow that was now gripped so hard in her small hand her knuckles had turned white. “easy, kid. i’m sorry, okay? we won’t tell your ma that you’ve turned into a goddamn archery extraordinaire. pinky swear.”
kit, apparently having decided to glare a hole into her shoes rather than his head, turned away from him and began fiddling with the twine wrapped around the grip of her bow. negan had to bite his tongue and force himself to collect the cans before she either shot him through the balls or burst into tears. he wasn’t sure what’d be worse.
“’m sorry for yelling,” kit muttered as he restacked the cans precariously on the table, “but please don’t call me katie.”
negan glanced sidelong at the little ginger next to him. “not a fan of the nickname?”
“no, not really. it makes me ...” she twisted her face up like she’d just sucked on a lemon. “it makes me mad.”
negan sighed, shifting to lean against the table. the midday sun glared down on them, out in the middle of the grass like they were. he should’ve made her grab a hat. “lots of things make me mad too, kid, don’t worry.” kit turned to look at him then, and the tears in her eyes made him frown. “did one of these assholes make fun of it? cause if you ask me, it’s a perfectly fine name. equal parts soft and bitchy.”
“no. my dad called me katie.”
that made something in his gut seize. he didn’t know much, had never thought to ask. besides, getting anything out of sage was like pulling teeth, not that he was one to judge.
his curiosity burned though. the tear had finally fallen down kit’s little cheek, catching on her chin. 
“do you miss him?” he asked quietly, swallowing.
kit wiped at her cheek roughly. “no. he was a bad person.”
he sighed, turning his face up to the sun despite the glare. “lots of people are bad people, kit. hell, most of the people here still want me strung up by the balls,” he couldn’t help the self-deprecating smile at that, “and you still like me, don’t you?”
“you don’t hit mama though.”
kit heaved out a sigh too big for her little body, her braids near-glowing in the sun. the bow was still gripped in one hand, and she used the other to wipe at her still-wet cheek. her eyes were the same chocolate brown of sage’s.
negan closed his eyes to stop himself from throwing one of those fucking cans behind him. “shit. i’m sorry kid.”
“it’s okay,” she said, red-eyed, and he cursed himself again for asking. kit began packing up the supplies he’d helped her bring from the house. after a moment of staring at the distant front gate, he turned to help her as she said, “thanks for helping me practice.”
thankful for the subject change, negan forced his best smile to split across his face. “like i said kid, you’re gonna be a fully fledged ninja assassin before you know it.”
kit rolled her eyes with a smile then, missing tooth and dimple and all, and negan’s heart hurt. “i don’t wanna be an assassin, i wanna catch a rabbit! did you know jude caught one last week?”
the box of cans rattled as he began walking with her back across town. “well fucking damn, no i did not know that.”
“language, negan!”
negan laughed, and laughed, and laughed. “shit, sorry kid.”
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anxiousworm · 1 year
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Mmm dino fight club
Watched parts of JW dominion and the entire Malta sequence has me 👁👁
Anyway world where not only is stuff like bringing back dinosaurs possible, but powerful people hire scientists to make genetic abominations to fight in gladiatorial combat. This is ofc very illegal but when has that ever stopped anyone. A young detective has been following a paper trail for months and thinks he’s on the verge of busting a massive scandal. One day he digs a little too deep and ends up captured by one of the underworld’s most notorious scientists: Dr. Moreau Petrikov.
Petrikov is famed for his powerful, intelligent creations, but rarely loans them out to just anyone. His tight knit secret? He uses human dna and sometimes human subjects in his creation process.
Now raising a misshaped beast from an embryo to fight and die in an arena is one thing, but it’s taboo to bring human genetics into the mix. Much less victims. So imagine how lucky Petrikov is to have a new toy to play with.
He wants Detective alive, so he’s spared the worst of the doctor’s treatment, but everything up to that is fair game. Using the detective as bait in fights, testing new drugs on him, squeezing information about what the police do and don’t know about the arenas out of him. It goes on for weeks and Detective’s all but lost hope he’ll ever get found, much less saved.
But he’s in luck! His buddies on the force have been looking for him and are raiding the lab! He’s saved!
Petrikov hurries downstairs where Detective’s strapped to a table, shoving test tubes off shelves and with it contaminating any plausible evidence. All except for one, which he loads into a syringe, injects it into Detective, and bolts through an escape exit he has in his lab.
As his friends arrive and start to unbind him he’s overcome with a burning sensation all over his body. Bones snapping, muscles ripping, writhing in pain Petrikov’s contingency plan comes into effect.
Anyway I plan to do more with this topic but y’all are free to use it with credit
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ouroborros · 2 years
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OC OF MINE OH YEAH
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younglimbs · 2 years
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something that fascinates me about people is that no matter what we're doing we will look up at the sky the second we hear a plane or something similar. absolutely amazing.
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inkskinned · 4 months
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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mercuriart · 3 months
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and if you wanna find hell with me, I can show you what it's like
part of a collab of sorts with @quemaiglesias inspired by a base made by @/k_mb001 ( couldn't find their account :( )
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voids-ideas · 2 months
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Ok I am going to do this simply because the first thing I will put here I NEED to do it and I have 0 motivation to do it even though it is EXTREMELY important
In fact, I think that's the reason why I don't want to do it... anyway
If this gets to 30 notes, I do that thing
50 notes, I call to ask if my doctor's appointment has been scheduled (I've been avoiding it for two weeks now)
100 notes, I go wash my shoes that have long needed washing and are just sitting there, existing, waiting for me to deign to wash them.
200 notes, I finish organizing my room (I organized it halfway and then left a bunch of things that still don't have a defined place)
500 notes, I use the things I have to bleach and color my hair. The only thing that has stopped me is the fear of doing it wrong or being too lazy to maintain it.
1k notes, I stop doing things that I know will trigger my chronic pain with the pure intention of confirming that the pain was indeed real (don't do this. 0 recommended).
5k notes, I try some new food without fear of wasting money by buying something I most likely won't like (my autism hates new foods)
10k notes, I wear my bi flag earrings in front of someone I wouldn't usually wear them with. I trust that they possibly wouldn't have a problem with me being bi, but I would never get up the courage to tell them anything
20k notes, wtf I have absolutely no idea. If it comes to this, ehhh... Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing here. Do I promise to be honest in therapy and stop telling them that everything is perfect even though nothing has ever been perfect? Yeah, that probably works. Please don't go this far, I don't know how to do this. Maybe I should... but... it would be awful to learn it
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hottestthingalive · 5 months
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jack harkness rose tyler & the doctor are like the world’s most fucked up polycule and yet I wish every day we got more of them together. throw mickey in there for the hell of it its so funny. jack is like “we’re all bffs but also you two are in love with each other but also I’m desperately in love with both of you” and rose is like “i flirt for fun & as an expression of affection. because i’m young and recovering from an abusive relationship i have trouble quantifying my existing romantic feelings. i’d make out with either or both of you at the drop of a hat. it’s so great that we’re all friends :)” and the doctor is like “i am in love with rose tyler i want to spend the rest of my lives with her she is everything. however i am a monster and i destroy everything i touch so instead i will be fucking jack harkness on the tardis floor”. and meanwhile mickey just wants them to meet up with him on time for once
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ducktalk · 8 months
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stellarspecter · 6 months
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@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE
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