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I opted out of the Boops, so have this gif instead.

wow.... through the powers of modern technology i can bap the guy that played wesley crusher with my little kitty paws...... incredible. what more could i ask for /silly

Not everything in this timeline is horrible, after all. BOOP!

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I've seen a lot of posts criticizing terminally-online leftists for thinking that not voting will somehow send the Deomcratic party to the left instead of to the center, and while that is true

I haven't seen many pointing out that voting actually works for progressive causes.

Joe Biden moved to the left significantly on climate because the left wing of the party wanted to work with him. The centrists in the party, like Joe Manchin, frustratingly dragged their heels on everything because they weren't that interested in getting things done. But the leftists in the party, like Bernie and AOC, actually engaged in talks and compromises and pulled Biden much, much farther left on climate than where he started. A lot of great green policy came out of the last four years!

There was even a Pod Save America interview a few months ago where one of Biden's cabinet members (very diplomatically) confirmed that the leftwing of the party was so much better to work with than centrists like Joe Manchin. (Probably because leftists actually care about the things they talk about and want to do things besides go to fancy Washington parties and stay in congress for a million years.)

So, I really cannot stress enough that actually showing up and working with people actually does pay off for your cause. You can do more for the things you care about when you are at the table. Your vote actually does create the change you are seeking, even when you are voting for someone who is not 100% aligned with you.

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I have received an important email. It's kind of a big deal, especially in the sad world we live in today.

Here's the article pictured above with working links.

So yeah, that's a thing. Lets let him know this is something we'll take seriously.

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fresh, clean no-terf version for reblogs!

Your mom and aunts aren’t on tumblr.  Please warn them about this as well. 

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The Link Cycle in the zelda timeline is like the physical manifestation of hylia punching in 23 what's new pussycats into the jukebox of hyrule

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There is an oddness to grief. A comfort and a distress that comes with numbness. Events that should be upsetting are merely objectively peculiar.

I’m sitting in a brewery drinking a golden ale that he would have ordered then ceded to me as it is too bitter for his palate. Ramble On is playing over the PA, a song he loved. All I want to do it tell him about this place I feel he would love.

Already a potentially tear jerking experience, I recall that the first place I ever saw his band play is nearby. I look to see if it is still open. Of course, it is not. A dive bar with just enough room for a 3 piece band, they did not survive the pandemic. A new place now occupies the space. I look for the address thinking I’d stop by and say good bye to a place integral to a sizable piece of my life thus far; and there it is.

The universe perversely foreshadowing my future, inly visible in hindsight. The street number. 6910.

The exact number of days from when we started dating to his death.

I feel like I should cry or be upset, but instead I’m numb. Comfortingly and upsettingly numb.

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The BBC is releasing over 16,000 sound effects for free download

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Wing Man: End Credit Scene

Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

Chapter Summary: Post Credit Scene

Words: 786

(Master List 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 Epilogue Post Credit)

A young boy with short and unruly curls stares at the vending machines. He has very limited pocket money, having spent the morning poking through every payphone and looking under every couch cushion for the last quarter to allow him to buy a bag of chips and a TAB. 

He punches in the code for the soda, double and triple checking to make sure he’s going to get his desired treat. With success, the soda falls with a satisfying THUNK and he carefully tucks it into his coat pocket. 

Now he moves to the snack machine and punches in the number for the chips, again double checking that it is correct. The machine makes a noise, and the swirly metal that holds the chips shakes for a moment and then... nothing. 

No satisfying fall of the chips, just a mechanical hum and then silence. 

The boy frowns and reached out to push the coin return button. 

Nothing happens. 

He pushes it again, a few more times in a row, and is still met with a stillness. 

He gives the machine a shake and a smack before letting out a defeated sigh. He leans against the machine, and tries to remind himself that at least he got his soda, which is more than he could normally say. The thought that he could ask a teacher or the principal for a refund crosses his mind, but that’s quickly shut down by common sense. No one would give a shit about letting the poor freak get his quarter back. 

“Is it broken again?” Someone asks him, and he looks up to see a girl about his age. She’s holding a library book and a few sheets of loose paper. 

The boy nods. “Yeah, it ate my quarter.” He says. 

The girl moves next to him, and he’s unsure how to feel about someone so close to him. Ever since middle school started, most people avoided him like the plague but this girl seems more concerned about the vending machine. 

She digs into her pocket and pulls out her own shiny set of quarters and drops one. Both kids reach down to pick the coins up but end up bumping their heads together and laughing awkwardly. The boy picks up the quarter while the girl rubs her forehead. 

The girl takes the quarter and looks at the machine. “Which one screwed you?”

“B3.” The boy replies. 

She looks at the vending machine and pokes at the 3 button a few times before handing over her library book to him. He looks down at the cover, it’s a book on how to do origami which seems pretty random to him. The girl pulls out a folded piece of paper (is that supposed to be a fish or a frog?) and starts rubbing the folded seam between the buttons. 

“3 sticks.” she said. “That’s what someone told me at least.” 

She pushes B3 again. Nothing happens. 

“They might have also been full of shit.” she shrugs and the boy laughs at the bluntness. “Is there a different one you want?” 

He looks at the options and settles on a candy bar at the bottom. “That one.”

She pushes the buttons, and this time, it falls successfully. The boy pulls it out and quickly unwraps it. 

“Here.” he says and snaps it in half, handing it over to the girl who takes it, along with her book. 

“Are you sure?” she asks, and he nods. 

The bell rings, signaling that they have about 30 seconds to get to home room before either of them would be in trouble. The girl hands over the piece of paper she had tried to use to help him. (Maybe it’s a car? No, cars don’t have legs but neither do fish... this has to be a fish, right?)

“Trade you.” She says with a smile and quickly runs off towards her class. The boy awkwardly waves before turning and hurrying towards his own homeroom. 

The alleged frog would eventually get covered in chocolate and tossed with other garbage at the end of the week. The half of the girls candy bar would be eaten in three bites and forgotten about. Ultimately, this interaction that only lasted three minutes at most shouldn’t mean anything. 

Most meetings are rarely memorable or dramatic. Sometimes, you meet someone once and never see them again. Sometimes, you’re lucky enough to meet someone for the first time over and over. 

Eddie Munson never thought of himself as lucky. You never thought of yourself as much of anything. 

It’s a good thing that it never mattered, as the two of you met over and over until there were no more firsts and only continuations.

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323 days. That’s how long it took me to accept that you were never going to come back.

I dreamt that we were at a friends house. And you knew that you were dying so you brought all of your favorite things and wrapped yourself up in them and laid down and I thought you were being completely melodramatic and then when I looked over my friend says OK. The game is over and you were dead. We carried you out into their yard to cremate your body.

This is the first time in my dreams you’ve ever actually been dead. You’ve always returned from some long journey where we assumed you were dead, but we’re very much alive. This is the first time I knew.

Fuck

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Thank you. I needed a laugh. A guffaw. A giggle. It’s been a rough start to my day.

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one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off

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Reblog this to get absolutely hugged. Just completely snuggled. Totally fucking cuddled.

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People really underestimate the power of just telling someone you like them. romantically obviously but hell even just platonically too. You can admit you enjoy peoples presence it doesn’t have to be mind games it’s okay to just be sincere and true with your thoughts and intentions btw

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So today I made 2 discoveries!

#1: There exists an "emotional support" rubber chicken, complete with removable vest:

#2: My bearded dragon, Saffron, is approximately the size of a rubber chicken:

I have done a Thing™ with this information.

BEHOLD! A MAN CHICKEN