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Please read The Locked Tomb.

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I'm surprised I haven't seen this on Tumblr yet.

Ten years of having to do it to 'em.

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So much peace to be found in realizing that social interactions are inherently “awkward.” People will always talk over each other or pause in a conversation or run dry for topics at times. It does not mean you’re uniquely horrible or that you don’t know how to socialize. I think it’s the way you react to it (either with anxiety or with nonchalance) that actually dictates how much weight it has. But even the most charming, most extroverted person on this earth has those momentary lapses that I think scares anxious (me included) people so much

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I actually really hate how the "just call me a slur" joke went from being a critique of rainbow capitalism and faux inclusionism to being a way to make fun of nonbinary and aspec ppl literally just. having language.

"Joyfriend? Queerplatonic? Erm.. literally just call me a slur XD" shut the fuck upppp goddamn

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Tamsyn Muir truly is something else for creating a world of widespread poverty, instability, and hunger where different cells of a galactic terrorist organization fight each other for power in a setting reminescent of a failed state as a bloody civil looms and a Melancholia-like supernatural entity hangs in the sky and enemy demi-gods threaten to invade and persecute the population AGAIN, and then telling the story through the eyes of a character who perceives barely any of this, cares about none of it, and whose only ambition in life is cuddling with her parental figures, avoiding breakfast, and keeping her place in a gang of schoolkids who fell straight out of a Stephen King novel.

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hey um i’ve got some bad news. we mulled your boyfriend. he fell in the wine and we mulled him. yeah with the cinnamon sticks.

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The art history version of “you’d look prettier if you smiled more”

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Prosecutors argued that Mangione was carrying about $10,000 in cash and that his bag was a Faraday bag that blocks cellphone signals—all proof that he was a sophisticated criminal who should be held without bail. “‘I’d like to correct two things,’” Mangione said after the prosecutor finished speaking, according to CNN’s Danny Freeman, “‘I don’t know where any of that money came from—I’m not sure if it was planted. And also, that bag was waterproof, so I don’t know about criminal sophistication.’”

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They got an alleged killer of 1 guy in fucking time prison with all the kings horses and all the kings men gaurding him and dudes with rifles pointed at him as if he has super strength and can fly away but a school shooter gets arrested and they take him out for burger king

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Can we please talk about the Gisele Pelicot mass rape case more? This shit is so disturbing that I’m shocked at how deep men’s hatred run for women goes, even the ones they marry and commit to for life. A man willingly drugged his own wife, raped her multiple times, and then invited 50 men over to share in the act - from 2011 through 2020. How does that not make people incredibly angry. How does it shock no one else that misogyny could run this deep

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Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak into the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.

Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.

My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life needed to play soccer because that's what a Boy Child does.

Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".

When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.

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