god i love being part of the internet’s most monetarily worthless user base. i love going to bed knowing that at least one social media site isn’t making shit off my presence.
Math time:
You, personally, cost Verizon $2.89 USD
if we’re looking for animated films to follow the visual precedent set by spider-verse may i please suggest
so uh anyways in this essay i will
Good tweet is good.
I think the amount of people in the notes who can’t figure out how to find their own heartbeats is way more concerning.
one of the reasons i like greek mythology because the greeks went “yes these are our gods. they’re very powerful and can not die and are incapable of any sort of critical thinking.”
Fashion in the 2000s was so wack that for the life of me I can’t tell you who is the fashion expert in the original Queer Eye
I just used the line “that’s not an asshole move, it’s a whole asshole ballet” and I’m kinda proud of it so it’s going here where it will get the recognition it deserves.
A pas de douche, if you will
All right, the rest of you can go home, this one wins.
“For The Plot,” I whisper, deleting a rad detail that no longer works as tears fall from my eyes
So here’s a fact about the ban. A lot of people (including people I know) lost a good chunk of their income as a direct result of the ban. Some of them, it was how they paid for medical treatments for themselves and loved ones. One I know for sure used it to pay for his transition.
This was a real decision that impacted real people outside of the minor inconvenience a lot of us were aware of.
Also there are still pedophiles and nazis here. And there’s still porn. Gg tumblr.
is uber am outside
this image barely survived the shift between dimensions
Started watching The Good Place the other day.
OP where’s the link
JOHN JOLIE-PITT IS NOT A GIRL
STOP SAYING HE IS
STOP CALLING HIM BY HIS BIRTH NAME
END THE TRANSPHOBIA IN THE MEDIA
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For those who may genuinely not know—since the media likes to make sure you don’t—John is the chosen name of the Jolie-Pitt child the media refers to as Shiloh. Angelina first noticed signs of transness in John when he was about three and angrily refused to wear pink or dresses, insisting they were “for girls” in language that separated himself from “girls” as a group. Angelina and Brad chose to do the appropriate thing and ask John what kind of clothes he would like to wear and what he would like to be called. He chose his own name, and chooses his own clothes and haircut.
As a result of this Brad and Angelina have faced severe media backlash, including accusations that they are not fit parents and media support of Brad’s mother, who forcibly dresses John in girls’ clothes when he visits her. The Jolie-Pitts are doing everything they possibly can to affirm to their son that his identity is valid (including Angelina recently restricting Grandma’s access to him on the basis that her son’s mental health is more important than his grandmother’s self-righteousness), and the media is doing everything it possibly can to say they’re wrong.
Support the Jolie-Pitt children and parents, and remember that his name is John, and he is a boy.
“Look. Don’t get me wrong: no one is happier than me to see a man finally starring in a lead role in an action movie (especially when they look as tantalizing in a tank top as Mr. Willis.) but at the end of the day, the hard truth about Die Hard is this: it’s mediocre. The script is bland, the pacing is excruciating, and although it has a few decent lines, it’s trying way, way too hard to be funny and only succeeding half the time. The focus on “male empowerment” is way too overt and comes across as ham-fisted, like the movie is trying to beat the audience over the head with “SEE? MEN CAN LEAD ACTION MOVIES, TOO!” without seeming to have anything more nuanced to say about the matter. Ultimately, Bruce Willis climbing around a building and beating up terrorists for two hours isn’t quite interesting enough to hold this reviewer’s attention. If you can shut off your brain and pretend not to notice the glaringly obvious plot holes riddled through this corporate-engineered script, then Die Hard may be the film for you. If not, however, you’ll probably be better off rewatching Ocean’s 8 instead.”
professor is 6 mins late to first class ayyyy
so ten minutes after class was supposed to start someone throws a book at the whiteboard and everyone goes silent as this guy in a baseball cap leaps over his desk to the front of the room and says “I guess we can start class now. we’re gonna start by talking about my favorite subject: me”
my professor is a really young dude and disguised himself as a student
Power play of the century???
All the flavor, none of the bigotry!
Side note: I always knew that chicken tasted vaguely of pickles.
Also you can recreate Chick-fil-A sauce, too:
this is so funny
(for context)
Yeah, if I was an Uber driver, I sure as shit wouldn’t be picking up any demons of Slaanesh and letting them into my vehicle.
Real fear and confusion
