“what are you a cop” is such a good mantra to live by and such a practical phrase. like yass girl don’t volunteer information to dubious individuals with an interest in using that information against you in nefarious ways

the christian concepts of repentance and sin are genuine soul poison

wow i wonder if perhaps there is some fundamental difference in the role that christianity and judaism have played in world history vis-a-vis the religions adopted and perpetuated and therefore shaped by the forces of global imperialism, or some kind of history of cultural perception of judaism, that would make a blanket condemnation of judaism raise red flags in the way a blanket condemnation of christianity doesn't. much to think about

I think it's worth pointing out that very little of modern Christian doctrine reflects Jesus' actual teachings. An honest reading of the Gospels shows that Jesus never intended to create another religion, and his earliest followers formed a sect within Judaism. Jesus himself never taught anything about "original sin" or about people being saved just by believing in him.

I explained this to a young Christian woman once. She told me it was too painful to hear and refused to listen. "But the Jews killed him," she said, and I had to go back into what the Romans did, and then I lost her.

The Black Victorians | Circa Late 1800s

Source: My Ancestor’s Name

Thesis: we should fight to the death over it Antithesis: we should have a child and ask them what they think about it Synthesis: we should have two children and make them fight to death over it

hmmm

Someone in the comments asked what was going on here:

This dude is brewing some booze. This process creates gas and if you’re not careful with a fully sealed bottle they can explode. The gloves provide space for the gases to gather and a visual way to check the fermentation- if the glove isn’t inflating, something went wrong in that bottle.

He’s saluting them because he’s funny as hell.

WHERE is the luke and grogu content ??? there are tons of din and grogu content but there’s BARELY any luke and grogu.

i want to see luke call grogu silly names. i want to see grogu bodyslamming himself into a sleeping luke. i want to see grogu picking up critters off the floor and offering them to luke. i want to see luke eating spiders directly out of grogu’s hand. i want to see luke putting grogu in a highchair and spoon feeding him soup. i want to see luke chasing grogu around the pond. i want to see luke and grogu in a fake duel. i want to see luke letting grogu win against him. i want to see luke pretending to be defeated. i want to see luke on the ground and go “AUGHHH NOOO SIR GROGU HAS DEFEATED ME!! HE TRULY IS THE GREATEST AND MOST POWERFUL JEDI IN THE GALAXY!!!” i want to see grogu giggling as he watches luke dramatically die from their battle. i want to see luke getting grogu bathed and cleaned up. i want to see luke tickling grogu on his little tummy. i want to see luke dressing grogu up in new clean robes he got him. i want to see luke holding grogu gently and rocking him to sleep. i want to see luke setting up a hammock instead of a crib for grogu to make him more comfortable and familiar. i want to see luke take care of grogu gently. i need to see them together, gently.

Like playing with boobs?

Now you have a legit reason to do so.

Science has found that compressing the cells in breasts will decrease the chance of malignant cells growing in the tissue. So playing with boobs can help prevent breast cancer. So play with your boobs! Play with your partner’s boobs! It’s healthy!

official boob post

I know Dracula is the bad guy of Castlevania and all, but if some zealous Christians showed up at my home and horribly murdered my wife because she did medicine too good I too would probably have gone absolutely fucking feral

He gave them a year and fair warning

My newest Brigid Tenenbaum art🎀

as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.

every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.

until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.

imagine your kid being like “daddy there’s a demon in my closet” and you being like ok son lemme just check that for you :). and you open the door and there’s a demon in the closet

WHAT

as a very young teenager i was about 2/3 sure that the mysterious galloping noises i heard at night (in the middle of san diego, mind you) were NOT the wild hunt but i had no idea what they could be. i started keeping track of it in my dream journal. it happened for years but only in summer. i eventually concluded that it was possibly fairies and possibly something weird about traffic from down the road that just got bounced over to our house funny.

anyway i found out recently that my mom had warned our gay neighbors that my bedroom was closest to their patio so they might want to be discrete about where and when exactly they were conducting their business. but also they had their hot tub right on the other side of the fence.

so it was fairies.

woop there it is

I just realized something......

CASSIDY IS THE KAZZOO KID CANNON!?!??!?!?!

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