back pain and toothaches remind you youre alive
hearing a song you sort of hate at the supermarket reminds you youre alive
I hope you all receive good news this week that makes your heart feel a little lighter & your dreams more within reach
nvm i feel bad now! !!
free him! !!
You made you choice... can't uncook him
Something nefarious going on in the notes... get your last votes in
He's safe... for now
i dont understand how he/him lesbians and she/her gays are so confusing to people
they're. they're just using. pronouns. they're just using pronouns that's all
some of you will be like "respect everyone's pronouns or else😡" and then when a cis gay man uses she/her pronouns you suddenly don't understand how to use correct pronouns bc you don't think it matches with her sexuality, or a cis lesbian woman will use he/him pronouns and you'll harass him for not being feminine enough and accuse him of being trans or whatever. like can some of you people make up your damn minds do you respect people's pronouns or is your respect only for people you can strictly label and understand lmao.
So I got called into jury duty…
And I was put in the seat instantly, of course. I said, “your honor, I can’t be a juror on a two week trial, I have opera rehearsal.” And she said, “opera huh, well, sing something for us.”
And I did. In a federal court of law, in front of the judge, 75 jurors, the lawyers and the fucking DEFENDANT, I sang o mio babbino caro.
And the judge excused me.
illegitimate-businessman
slytherpuff666
YO I DIDNT EMBARRASS MYSELF IN FEDERAL COURT SO YALL CAN DOUBT ME.
I know a lot of opera singers, and singing a full-on aria in a court room with only a hint of provocation is EXACTLY what they would do.
I know a lot of judges, and demanding an impromptu opera solo on a whim is also something they would do.
(And also one of the main reasons you can be excused from jury duty is economic hardship–basically, it would cause you unreasonable financial damage. If you’re a professional singer, a two week gap in your rehearsal schedule could do that for sure.)
As a muso, I absolutely believe this. I’ve got my accordion out of my carry-on and played a tune when airport security couldn’t recognise its weird mass of levers. Singers and musicians are just Like That.
Accurate.
theactualcluegirl
My friend got stopped at the Canadian border coming back into the US. Border patrol took one look at his tattoed, ear-gagued, mutton chop wearing, hipster self, and said “I don’t believe you’re an opera singer. Sing something for me.” His wife immediately put down her knitting and plugged her ears, because Matt’s a contrabasso, and he does NOT sing quietly. Every other booth along the border stop had a head poking out of it within twenty seconds. And they let them pass without further contest.
The unwillingness of some people to believe that literally anything remotely interesting happens in other people’s lives is truly astounding.
maximum-marrs
Can we all please just take a moment to appreciate that OP’s url is literally @melodramaticsoprano and yet she still was doubted?
Our generation thinks it’s cool not to care. It’s not. Effort is cool. Caring is cool. Staying loyal is cool. Try it out.
Post Malone
My husband is one of two people in his friend group who identifies as cishet and hasn't come out as queer in the last few years. I can't decide whether it would be funnier if he *is* some flavor of queer and hasn't realized it yet, or if he's somehow absorbing the straightness of everyone around him like some vampire of heterosexuality.
People this happens to tend to have what I would call “Capybara energy”- often there’s nothing immediately unusual abt them except for being relentlessly chill and accepting, which is a rarer thing than you might think. All sorts of weird critters will come out and sit with them.
The writers striking could be all Tommy Wiseasu for all I care.
They still deserve proper payment and working conditions. Full stop. No further questions.
sometimes I wonder if I'm depressed
like oh shit. I have no energy
and I'm like oh yeah I haven't eaten anything in 20 hours except for like three Oreos
don't be like me, be better
hold on.
just remembered.
I also had a peanut (1)
I JUST ATE DINNER AND I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER
reblog this post to charge up The Contraption
I can't wait for it to be fully charged
Mars Black, We managed to trace the origins of life way back to the very beginnings of the internet, 2022. Acrylic on canvas, 6″ x 8″.
[ID: An impressionist painting, depicting over a dozen cats of various colors wading out of the ocean waves and onto a beach. End ID]
i love it when people reblog my posts cause it feels like my im getting my crayon drawing put on the fridge
And this one goes here
I'm making your brain smooth. Like a shark.
I’ll have you know my brain is super wrinkled. Like a raisin after a long bubble bath.
Super smooth skin though :3
more people would be for prison abolition if they just tried to send mail to an inmate even once
for almost a year now i’ve been trying to send a copy of the literary magazine i edit to an inmate who requested one. his prison prohibits any written materials that so much as mention drugs, weapons, criminal activity, or malicious violence of any sort. i’ve been poring over what’s available of the 95 volumes my magazine has printed over the years, and of those found 3 that might pass inspection. the first two were sent back undelivered two months after i sent them because one had a short story that alluded to a playground fight, and the other a poem that used the word “fist” in a nonviolent context. The third was returned for the stated reason that its contents depicted the use of firearms. i reread the entire issue, there’s not a single gun mentioned in all its 120 pages.
while going back and forth with this guy trying to figure out how to get a copy of the magazine in his hands, two of my letters bounced back for unspecified reasons. i learned that inmates are not given their correspondents’ original letters, but scanned copies, often poorly reproduced and sometimes illegible. these people aren’t even granted the ink their loved ones used to pen their messages, or to hold in their hands the paper their loved ones held, if they’re able to receive their words at all.