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Random stuff I find amusing. ahaha please forget the time l “temporarily” became an [REDACTED] blog despite never watching it….

crying

user markshotaros going shooters for karl marx

u forgot the best part

This came across my feed a little bit ago so I’m glad I finally have context for it

God, that explains this:

[ID 1: A twitter exchange between @mashallahjin and @markshotaros. mashallahjin: karl marx was ugly as hell markshotaros: u literally stan jin mashallahjin: UNPROVOKED????

ID 2: A tweet by @markshotaros saying “yes i accidentally read that tweet as mark but I’m still going to defend Karl Marx tf i look like”

ID 3: A tweet reply by @markshotaros saying “i just don’t think you should come for his looks when he’s done so much for economic theory and established a framework for the distribution of wealth meanwhile all jin does is fan service pushing 30″

ID 4: A tweet exchange between @mashallahjin and @markshotaros. mashallahjin: but did karl marx do this (2 minute video, presumably of a performance of Jin’s) markshotaros: did jin write the communist manifesto that inspired millions of people (mostly poc) to rise up to the upper class in dismantling capitalism oh wait jin is reinforcing capitalism with $50 albums boo hoo leave karl tf alone

ID 5: A tweet and reply by @Rosemvmt. Rosemvmt: Fuck it, who’s cuter (A poll with the options ‘Karl Marx’ and ‘Jin from BTS’. Karl Marx is winning with 80% of the votes.) Rosemvmt: For reference: (an image of Karl Marx and an image of Jin

ID 6: A screenshot of the Twitter trending page saying: K-pop • Trending karl marx 10.4K Tweets

/end ID]

I don’t have to worry about "chemicals you can’t pronounce" in my food and my shampoo because I can pronounce every chemical flawlessly and without effort. Butylated hydroxytoluene. Ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid. Fenugreek. I am saying these out loud and laughing at you. I’m immune to all known carcinogens. I can never die. Fight me.

definitely the worst/funniest eye contact experience I ever had was about nine years ago, on a roof in a foreign country, too drunk to stand up and trapped in the company of a guy I’d fought in the street earlier that day

I was convinced he was going to instigate a rematch that I was too compromised to win, but also I was very unwell and unafraid to die, so I gave him a piece of my mind and rattled off a detailed list of everything I’d ever thought was wrong with him.

he didn’t reply—just stared me down, wordless, expressionless, cold unblinking eyes in the darkness.

a thought surfaced from the depths of my brain, washing ashore like a globster: this is exactly like wolves. this is a dominance display. a challenge. hold his gaze; do not break eye contact. keep your eyes open and relaxed to show that you are not concerned with his threat… too wide will show fear and submission, too narrow will suggest violence.

I held his gaze.

he moved forward, stalking towards me across the roof.

just like wolves, I thought.

he approached slowly, like he was moving underwater, or through a dream.

this is literally exactly like wolves, I thought.

he came closer.

wolves, my brain insisted.

closer still.

you’re handling this properly for sure.

uncomfortably close.

only when the tip of his nose was physically pressed against mine like fucking Marty McFly and his school principal did my brain finally admit that maybe, just maybe, this was NOT like wolves, and that maybe half-remembered dubious information I’d read in a kind of racist book about wolves once when I was nine years old was not applicable to my current situation.

then his lips pressed against mine and I realized that there are, in fact, other reasons adults make prolonged eye contact that really have nothing to do with wolf dominance displays.

actually you know what? it WAS a successful dominance display because when I didn’t kiss back and just kept terminator wolf staring he cringed and shrank back and was obviously chagrined about the whole thing and didn’t bother me again for weeks, so. #winning

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “do not stand at my grave and weep” after the poem by mary elizabeth frye. the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake

fabulous 

i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.