The moment you've all been waiting for….
Electric Touch with Taylor Swift from Speak Now (Taylor's Version) ⚡💜 out now
not going to keep replying on that long thread because i love all my followers. but it is so funny to be like ‘well a poem could be totally apolitical. it could be about love’. the famously apolitical topic of love. courtship & sex? not an iota of politics in that, nuh-uh.
having apolitical sex with my apolitical wife
do an apolitical crime with my apolitical knife
Having the apolitical time of my apolitical life
Ayyy macarena
Bro I fucking love the DB Cooper case nothing about this whole situation sounds real. None of the passengers on the plane realized they were being hijacked until the plane landed two hours after it was supposed to and the fbi showed up with suitcases full of money. The note about the bomb almost went unnoticed because the flight attendant thought she was being sexually harassed so she didn't read it. One of the main suspects was the first trans woman in Washington to have a sex change operation. A reporter who was so dead set on his suspect that he brought him to court was so upset about being wrong that he went catatonic and was treated with electroshock therapy and it WORKED. There's been multiple "I'm DB Cooper" death confessions. He never even SAID his name was DB Cooper. Either he got away with a million bucks in today's money and the most iconic and harmless crime American history or he impaled himself on a pine tree while falling a zillion miles an hour in the dark while clutching duffel bags full of cash and either option is equally hilarious. He wore a clip on tie. He committed an act of sky piracy. What in the fucking looney toons
"so much (for) stardust" is pure hopepunk nihilism. in this essay i will-
"average cat owner spends 3 years in prison" factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette's mother, who kicked her body like the football and went to jail for One Thousand Years is an outlier adn should not have been counted
"why are people who do cool things always so weird"
i have a startling truth to keep from you... about the relationship between cool and weird
EVERY FUCKING ALBUM IS JUST FURTHER PROOF OF THE OLD LYRICS "WE COULD WRITE IT BETTER THAN YOU EVER FELT IT" BEING FUCKING REAL
A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”
Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
i think more people ESPECIALLY americans tbh need to get even just cursory knowledge of the protestant work ethic. there is a christo-capitalist reason you feel guilty when you are not working yourself to death. it isn’t just like, a common Symptom or whatever. it is from a deeply ingrained ideology in the west that affects pretty much everyone (even if you are not a WASP, ur still forced into this culture and will deal with its ramifications).
Rare photos from trans history: Olympic runner and Zdeněk Koubek styles Cinda Glenn’s hair, 1936. Koubek was one of the first trans men to gain international fame after he transitioned in 1935.
this is inspiring weirdly complex emotions in me. like, it’s the fucking 1930s. I can hear the mid-atlantic newsreel voice. the fact that it plays coy with why he knows so much about women’s hairstyles, but like, as a funny surprise, not as shock and horror. the fact that it never deadnames him or uses incorrect pronouns. the fact that he looks like Mickey Rooney. idk it’s just making me feel feelings.
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It's perfect, right? It's, like, start-to-finish perfect.
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How did they do that lol
Listening to fall out boy like I'm 10 again
one thing i never get tired of in songs is when they include some sounds from the recording booth like a laugh at the end, a ‘was that good?’ or like, the sounds of the guitar being put down, a chair creaking. it’s nice how music can be used as an escape but also something that ties you right back down to earth. it will affect you so deeply & then ur like wow… you just played that. it’s grounding & magical & just one of my fave things ever!
made my friends genuinely believe goncharov was an actual real retrieved lost movie for like half an hour while I explained the plot and characters
one of them is still very upset that it isn't real because he got too invested and wanted to watch it
being attracted to someone is like a worse punishment than anything jesus ever went through. girl what do u mean i like how they smell just give me the stigmata and lay me out to dry already
Anyone else feel like things have been Very recently? Like it's all just getting a little Too for me
i'm so glad i'm not a teen anymore i'm sorry for teens that you guys still have to do that. whole heartedly prefer the ways my 20s suck to the ways my teen years sucked
10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board
