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rb to explode a terf ^_^ nonrefundable ^_^

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Gulmp.

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my friends don't play monopoly with me anymore because i invented swaps and used them to technically keep people in the game as long as possible while i effectively owned all their properties

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NEW !!! SNAKE DISCOVERED

ITS CALLED THE LIMESTONE EYELASH PIT VIPER. THAT iS SO CUTE. ITS SO PRETTY

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y'all ever reach the end of google

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https://twitter.com/Kbearart/status/1433601390429892621

wizard

thats plectronoceras its the first 100% definite cephalopod in the fossil record, wizard friend :)

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My coworkers and I are trying to think of the worst possible AG nomination.

The worst I could think of was undead Henry Kissinger.

The group thinks Trumps next pick will be Ginny Thomas.

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thinking about creatures.

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Arrest warrants have been issued for Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and former defence secretary Yoav Gallant by the International Criminal Court (ICC). The warrants are for alleged war crimes and crimes against humanity related to the war in Gaza that Israel launched following the 7 October attacks by Hamas.

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In its update, the ICC said it found "reasonable grounds to believe" that Netanyahu and Gallant "bear criminal responsibility" for alleged crimes. These, the court said, include "the war crime of starvation as a method of warfare; and the crimes against humanity of murder, persecution, and other inhumane acts".

21st November 2024

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i wish every engineer a “try going around your building in a wheelchair”

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For those not tapped into Australian politics, King Charles is in Australia to conduct his "historic first tour to the commonwealth realm" i.e visting countries that King Charles is supposedly a monarch to.

Indigenous senator Lidia Thorpe had requested an audience with King Charles for weeks prior to this visit, she wrote countless letters to speak to him. Unlike other commonwealth nations and other former Brisitish colonies, a treaty with Indigenous peoples in Australia was never formed. Their land was never ceded to the British Crown. After being denied and ignored, Lidia Thorpe, draped in a traditional possum skin cloak, stormed in the Great Hall during the reception for Charles at Parliament House in the capital shout the following:

I literally can't even look at these photos without getting goosebumps.

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God. I used to watch movies/shows with my peers and say out loud when I thought I noticed like a subtle hint from the text. And so many times my peers would go “duh” and look at me funny. And never once. Never once did I draw the connection that I didn’t read the books in class, nor did I wonder what real life things they were going “duh” about.

I realized something this morning and it feels like it’s important so I want to write it down.

I’m not great at tumble - for what it’s worth this post is about my life and not my usual cute animals and fun facts.

For the first time in a long time I wish I had a therapist to talk to.

Anyway.

In no particular order, here’s a list of things about me.

When i was a young lad I was a straight A student. This despite the fact that I didn’t do the readings and was often sent out in the hall during English class. When I went to college I struggled - with every class not just English - developed clinical depression, and dropped out.

As a part of that depression, it felt like part of my brain didn’t work. It was like a very thing vertical slice right in the back was frozen. I would get headaches and my whole head would hurt except that one slice, I thought maybe (but probably not) I had a tumor.

I’ve never been good at romantic relationships. It felt like the rest of the world knew something I didn’t - something that told them I was a bad partner and to be avoided.

I really like dungeons and dragons/fantasy and like the idea of being a writer. I’ve always thought I had good instincts for good writing versus bad writing, but my own writing was always terrible.

Anyway.

This morning I realized the obvious - because I didn’t do the readings in school, I never learned how to correctly interpret the text. Well, I can understand obvious literature just fine, but the subtle draw-conclusions part. The identify the author’s themes part. That I couldn’t do. I had generally dismissed a lot of this as bullshit, numerology and horoscopes. People seeing patterns that weren’t there. After all I was a straight A student - including English.

But today when I woke up it finally dawned on me it wasn’t bullshit, and teachers tried to teach me it for years but I didn’t even read the books. Probably if I had I’d be a better writer. My D&d games would be of a higher quality and the stories I want to tell would be getting told.

Also - the frozen part of my brain feels like it’s on fire. Maybe this is an idea that I just couldn’t handle in my college drop out depression era? And meds + therapy + loving kittens have improved things?

Or maybe this is self hatred rearing its ugly head in a new and different way.

My final conclusion was to think of my life as a character described in a book. Maybe one of those books my English teacher would assign and I wouldn’t read.

My apartment is messy, I’m late all the time, my bed isn’t made. My fridge is full of moldy leftovers and very little edible food - only enough to make like five recipes.

If an author in one of those English class books were to describe me - what conclusions would the class come to? Maybe this is the thing I was missing. Maybe this is the thing the rest of the world has known and I don’t.

If an author in one of those English class books were to describe the people around me - what conclusions would I come to? Have I been really unempathetic this whole time? Based on the evidence in the “text” have there been facts about those around me I just straight up didn’t notice? Have I been ignorantly trampling through social interactions everyone else was aware of?

I don’t know. I wouldn’t come to any conclusions. If an author described my life I’d be out in the hall, still not reading the book.

Anyway.

The depression part of my brain feels like it turned on after being off for 12+ years. Maybe longer. So I wanted to write it down.

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I realized something this morning and it feels like it’s important so I want to write it down.

I’m not great at tumble - for what it’s worth this post is about my life and not my usual cute animals and fun facts.

For the first time in a long time I wish I had a therapist to talk to.

Anyway.

In no particular order, here’s a list of things about me.

When i was a young lad I was a straight A student. This despite the fact that I didn’t do the readings and was often sent out in the hall during English class. When I went to college I struggled - with every class not just English - developed clinical depression, and dropped out.

As a part of that depression, it felt like part of my brain didn’t work. It was like a very thing vertical slice right in the back was frozen. I would get headaches and my whole head would hurt except that one slice, I thought maybe (but probably not) I had a tumor.

I’ve never been good at romantic relationships. It felt like the rest of the world knew something I didn’t - something that told them I was a bad partner and to be avoided.

I really like dungeons and dragons/fantasy and like the idea of being a writer. I’ve always thought I had good instincts for good writing versus bad writing, but my own writing was always terrible.

Anyway.

This morning I realized the obvious - because I didn’t do the readings in school, I never learned how to correctly interpret the text. Well, I can understand obvious literature just fine, but the subtle draw-conclusions part. The identify the author’s themes part. That I couldn’t do. I had generally dismissed a lot of this as bullshit, numerology and horoscopes. People seeing patterns that weren’t there. After all I was a straight A student - including English.

But today when I woke up it finally dawned on me it wasn’t bullshit, and teachers tried to teach me it for years but I didn’t even read the books. Probably if I had I’d be a better writer. My D&d games would be of a higher quality and the stories I want to tell would be getting told.

Also - the frozen part of my brain feels like it’s on fire. Maybe this is an idea that I just couldn’t handle in my college drop out depression era? And meds + therapy + loving kittens have improved things?

Or maybe this is self hatred rearing its ugly head in a new and different way.

My final conclusion was to think of my life as a character described in a book. Maybe one of those books my English teacher would assign and I wouldn’t read.

My apartment is messy, I’m late all the time, my bed isn’t made. My fridge is full of moldy leftovers and very little edible food - only enough to make like five recipes.

If an author in one of those English class books were to describe me - what conclusions would the class come to? Maybe this is the thing I was missing. Maybe this is the thing the rest of the world has known and I don’t.

If an author in one of those English class books were to describe the people around me - what conclusions would I come to? Have I been really unempathetic this whole time? Based on the evidence in the “text” have there been facts about those around me I just straight up didn’t notice? Have I been ignorantly trampling through social interactions everyone else was aware of?

I don’t know. I wouldn’t come to any conclusions. If an author described my life I’d be out in the hall, still not reading the book.

Anyway.

The depression part of my brain feels like it turned on after being off for 12+ years. Maybe longer. So I wanted to write it down.

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We should be fine as long as we do not reblog bread.