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1-B is extremely /horrified/ when kendou begins to have exaggerated HAND gestures one day (monoma most especially)

Imagine one day during lunch tsukishima bursts into hinata’s classroom–where yamaguchi, hinata, yachi, and kageyama were studying–and screams “YAMAGUCHI I SWEAR TO GOD IF U DON’T STOP SENDING ME PICTURES OF THAT FUCKING FROG ON ITS FUCKING FROG UNICYCLE I’LL END YOUR LIFE. WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU NEEDED TO SEND ME 40 OF THESE TO GET ME HERE?” Yamaguchi looks up all wide eyed and innocent and goes “we didn’t know the answer to number 5.” When tsukishima turns to leave yamaguchi takes a pic of his back and sends it to him along with the caption “there go dat boi”. When tsukishima turns to throw his phone at them yamaguchi dodges easily, smiles, and in the fakest stage whisper ever goes “oh shit waddup”. And that is how karasuno discovers yamaguchi is a) a meme lord and b) literally willing to risk his life in order to meme

Flutterflies

Summary: In which Draco becomes friends with the golden trio in first year and seven years later he’s hopelessly in love with Harry.

Word Count: 14.6k

Includes: smut yo

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RIP Club Penguin

I was the little girl who had all of the puffles in real life, and made them into little families with the keychains as the babies

I was the little girl who would always bring my Card Jitsu cards to primary school and I’d set all of my little friends up on a mat during lunch break and teach them how to play

I was the little girl who always had a membership and subsequently made my friends hella jealous because of all my puffles, clothes, and furniture

I was the little girl who only ever got to meet one ‘penguin celebrity’ - Rockhopper - and spent most of my time on tracker websites trying to track the other ones.

I was the little girl who was a badass at bean counters and taught all my friends about the jelly bean version

I was the little girl who occasionally got random penguins banned because I was a bit of a bitch

I was the little girl who used all the puffle coin codes before giving them to other kids, only for them to learn that they were no longer valid

I was the little girl who had a giant Club Penguin 9th birthday, which was probably the coolest one my school had ever seen - complete with a cake that looked like a blue puffle

I was the little girl who got her Club Penguin cards stolen by a little shitty boy and tried to track them down with @pidgeonkatie and my other friends before a boy named Hugh saved the day

I was the girl who’d organise server meet and greets and log onto Club Penguin in the school computer labs even where I wasn’t allowed

I was the girl who forgot to get my puffles all the time and never failed at feeling bad about it

I was the girl who first played Club Penguin at my friend’s house, only to think it was the coolest thing ever

I was the little girl who loved that game with my whole heart, and despite having never played it in like five years, I still feel a little sad that it’s over.

Thanks for being such a great friend to a little girl, Club Penguin, and thanks MortaDela, Rose8008, and all my other primary school friends I’d always play with.

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Josh Harris, ‘Quiet: We Live In Public’, 1999-2000

'Quiet: We Live in Public’ is an Orwellian, Big Brother type art project developed in the late '90s which placed more than 100 volunteers in a human terrarium under New York City, with many webcams following and capturing every move they made.

Running over the turn of the Millennium, the performance ran for over a month, during which an ad-hoc community of human subjects lived in pods in a six-storey Broadway warehouse (financed by Harris himself), each pod wired up and effectively functioning as a TV channel, streamed live to the web via Harris’s online TV portal at Pseudo.com. It was 1,000 times more vital and acute than the still-nascent Big Brother. “Don’t bring your money,” Harris said. “Everything here is free”.

Quiet’ featured a shooting range you could hear from the street, a banquet hall, theatre, temple, club, giant game of Risk, and a public shower area, all covered by cameras. But more than anything, it offered its residents complete freedom. There were drugs and public sex – at one point, Harris, in the guise of a clown called 'Luvvy’, attempted to coordinate simultaneous orgasms between three couples.  There were 110 surveillance cameras through the space, and every “resident” had their own channel through which to watch each other. Anyone in the central control booth of the bunker could watch anyone else as they ate, slept, made art, fought, and had sex.

The bunker was raided by the NYPD on the morning of Jan. 1, 2000. It had descended into chaos, and everyone was evicted. 

This event has been dubbed one of the best performance art pieces of all time. 

A documentary was also made by Ondi Timoner about Harris and this piece, winning several awards. It can be watched in full here.

I posted this initially in an ask, but I wanted to make a separate post.

Imagine a huuuuge slumber party.

I’d invite everyone, have a huge slumber party on a stadium. Everyone can bring their favourite books, we’d have a giant book club, play book pictionary, all the bookish games on this planet. We’d eat junk food (chocolate forever + cookies of all kinds), do karaoke, gush about our favourite characters, have (heated) debates over ships.

IMAGINE IT.