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I saw somebody else drew this but I’ve had it in my gallery ever since I started tma so I thought I’d bless you

[EDIT: FINALLY FOUND THE ARTIST FOR THIS. @time-woods ]

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Hate when i put all the effort into opening and closing a youtube video to circumvent the advertisement, only for the youtuber in question to end up being a man

(i will dislike some arbitrary aspect of his personality, mentality, or way of speaking, that reminds me of other men whom i dislike. From there i project the flaws of those men upon Youtube Man and i click off his video in a matter of seconds)

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can we

for the love of subtlety

STOP

allowing the first search result for the name of some mythological figure, general concept, noun, or natural feature be the first goddam search result rather than the company who shamelessly has no concept of what that word represents beyond its marketability.

The irony is staggering that i can search for ARTEMIS, and find three Artemis companies and NASA's Artemis mission before the greek goddess of the hunt (who's hopefully finding a new magic boar to go tear down corporate infrastructure)

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i’m aware i write this on my iphone, but industrialisation is single handedly the most detrimental thing that’s happened to humanity.

We never learned how to stop, and lost the knowledge of what life has been like for millenia in just a few hundred years.

If i was a long lived creature who has watched human civilisations rise and fall for thousands upon thousands of years, i think the consequences of the industrial revolution would be the single most terrifying thing i’d ever have witnessed in all my days.

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I want kindness to feel like something anyone can do.

I try to set a strong example for that in the excessive amount of cookies i make bi-monthly to bring to school.

I want to inspire another person to believe that all it takes to make your world a better place is just some flour, sugar, eggs, and time.

I want to prove that kindness can be everywhere.

Especially when we live in an age of exposure, not just of our own personal lives but also of all the previously unseen horrors worldwide.

We live in an age of stress, oppression, fear, corruption, lies, manipulation, disease, and community/environmental decay under a cruel, parasitic, and overindulged capitalist power fantasy.

and amongst all of it, i want to perform the greatest act of resistance and support that i can give to absolutely everyone around me with as little discretion as possible, that act of course being pointless, unprompted kindness.

I want to make the world a better place.

One where you might bring cookies to strangers for the simple reason that a stranger did the same for you.

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Hey! So this is targeted and i’m going to go take my meds now! How dare you.

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what’s the fucking point if Judas cannot be forgiven

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My tattoo artist told me his teenage son came out to him as trans by giving him a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"

"That's cute," I said.

"It was NOT cute!" he snapped. "I thought he was pregnant."

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*asexual laughter*

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I fucking loathe advertisements

On an unyielding and bestial level of my existence, advertisements are one of the foulest and pettiest irritations.

It’s an abomination to my senses to hear the engineered attempt for appeal and interest instantly decay any chance at a good day.

I’d sooner throttle the breath from another psychoanalysing profiteering bastard in those think tanks than subject my ears to another obnoxious and gruesome affliction like the wet crunching and smacking that the KFC advertisement department imagined would stoke in me some hunger for their product.

Kill me and yourself so we can leave this capitalist hellscape behind, and may we pray in spite of faith that death is empty, so we might not encounter the architects of such afflictions.

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there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

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hoping kamala harris wins specifically so that elon musk finally kills himself

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they hate each other so bad i need them to kiss about it

i did the stupid meme format bc why not.

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the magnus archives/protocol in a nutshell

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The Modern Messiah

Christ would be crucified again if He returned for us in the modern day.

There is no seat at the table for a Man who loves despite gender, queer identity, race, religion, creed, occupation, or sins today.

There is no pew to sit upon, nor bread broken, nor wine poured for such a Man who stands before us and calls Himself the Son of God once more.

He could not be reconciled with the Messiah we know.

The modern Messiah is alabaster white, painted drops of bright red mark Him 5 times across the arms legs and ribs, and He is carved upon a cross, nailed proudly above the priest like a prized Fish, or Lamb, slaughtered and stuffed and pacified so He may not defy the teachings of religion once more.

The modern Messiah is offered no seat at the table, for the safety of sin, He is kept a spears length away, and remains upon the wall.

If a man is born once more as Jesus Christ, He would loathe the priest and cry out against the churchmen who preach violence and know only hate in their hearts.

We will seize Him with such violence just as before, we will bolt Him upon a crucifix of steel, guild Him in a crown of barbed wire, and the Son of God will die again as a bullet pierces His ribs.

Those who pray to the marble Man chained in churches dread the day those stone still eyes and lips turn upon them, to pray back.

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thinking about Jonathan Sims and Samama Khalid.

Thinking about how, by all laws of Horror Story Trope, Jon should not be the protagonist. If I'd never heard of tma and you showed me a lineup of the archives crew and asked me to guess who died first I would have pointed to Jon. He's the paranoid professor archetype. The one who dies discovering some crucial bit of information at the beginning to push the plot forward. He's unfriendly, cowardly, insecure, and makes other people do his investigation for him for all of season 1. He doesn't do anything even remotely heroic until the second half of the show. He has no interest in romance for the first half of the show. The audience wasn't even aware Jon had a dark past until he starts telling us about A Guest for Mr. Spider. But he is *Chosen.* Despite the fact that he has no actual qualities of a hero, he's chosen as the eyes special boy. Over the course of the show he starts to become more and more like an actual protagonist. He starts trying to save the world, resist the eye, all that jazz. For one reason or another, being the Archivist turns Jonathan "definition of a side character" Sims into the main character.

Then we have Sam. Sam starts acting like a horror/mystery protagonist almost immediately. He is young, charming, has a mysterious past (that we are made aware of pretty much right away) and a curiosity that causes him to frequently put himself personally in the path of The Horrors. He pokes around where he doesn't belong and looks for clues. He's the center of an office love triangle for goodness sake. He has a strong sense of duty to others and will put himself in harms way to protect those he loves. He exudes main character energy. He has everything a horror protagonist needs to push the plot along. But Sam wasn't *Chosen.* Despite being exactly the person you'd expect the plot to follow. And I can't help but wonder if, in the same way that the narrative made Jon important, it's going to make Sam unimportant. Irrelevant. If, with his rejection from The Magnus Institute, Sam is going to disappear completely. Become a mystery.

Because at the end of the day, so much of your life, your impact on the world, your relevance, has absolutely nothing to do with you. So much of it has everything to do with those in power, and whether they decide you're important.

It all comes down to your own rotten luck.