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In honor of Miike Snow being at Coachella 2025 (apparently), i would like to remind everyone that this gay-ass perfect work of art exists.

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Games with customization need to make it easier to sexualize male characters its not enough to have a shirtless option he needs a fat rack and body hair and more body fat and the shorts options need to define the ass cheeks and lets not forget the b[armored guards grab me and forcibly remove me from the stage]

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To be called Judas by a cardinal in front of 106 other cardinals...... Peak drama

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conclave is so good it's like. what if you were catholic and suicidal and suddenly you became important at work but all your coworkers suck and hate you and then an angel of vaguely ambiguous gender shows up and there's also a guy there vaping all the time. cardinal lawrence should have started biting people.

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Corvid Christmas tree. Simple, but beautiful.

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i never want to read the words "live action remake" ever AGAIN!!!!

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THE HEART KILLERS | EP 1

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There's lots of problems with USA public education but also a lot of you were just drawing Naruto characters kissing while your history teacher tried to tell you about the Scramble for Africa

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true talent

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Text recounting of the full events below but oh my god please watch this person explain the wildest thing happening to them

[image text]r/trueoffmychest post by CptnSpaceCase

Today my aide cooked what should not be cooked

I have to get this out, because today feels like an actual nightmare I keep expecting to wake up from.

I'm disabled, and need help with stuff around the house. Today was the second day with a new agency and new home health aide, "Tina." I set it up so she would come by in the morning while I'm sleeping (insomnia is killer), and I texted her last night what I would need done today.

One of those things was to roast some precut squash I'd gotten so I could have it with my salads and pasta. I was very clear in my instructions: what it looked like, where it was in the fridge, how to use the oven, how to cook it. I also have a roommate who was up and told her she could ask them for help if she couldn't find anything. Or come get me if truly necessary.

Now, I have three pet ball pythons. They eat rats that I thaw from frozen in the fridge in a reusable plastic bag. Yes, that's where I'm going with this.

Tina couldn't find the squash, and so, obviously, that meant she should roast the first other thing she could see that was technically also encased in plastic, in a completely different area of the fridge. The FUCKING RATS. In butter and salt, in my nice baking dish.

And like, that's insane all on its own, but if you're going to cook any animal, you should at least clean and skin it first, right??? Like, do the crazy, disgusting thing properly so I can respect the effort, instead of sticking them in as is. Fur and guts and all.

And the smell. Good God baby Jesus the SMELL. It woke me up and had me gagging the moment I opened my bedroom door. Definitely not squash. Or food-smelling for that matter. At first I thought the squash had spontaneously rotted overnight and she'd tried to cook it anyway. That would have been slightly less insane and much preferable.

I had to pull it out of her what she was cooking instead when she said she couldn't find it (it was in plain sight), had to open the oven and see my snakes' dinners in place of my own and still couldn't process what the fuck was happening, what I was looking at and smelling. I don't like yelling at people and generally avoid it. Today was a day for exceptions. And at the end of my half-crazed, dissociative rant, I told her to get the whole dish and its contents and herself out of the fucking house. And to not come back.

Suffice to say, I've contacted the agency to report it and am requesting a new aide. Now I'm sitting at a cafe trying to calm down and eat something despite the scent memory that's taken up permanent residence and turning my stomach. The whole house reeks like musty, sewage-dipped pork that had been left out for a whole day before being cooked in rancid oil, and I'm not sure Febreeze is gonna cut it. I don't want to go home. 🫠😭

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❝Hey 1,2,3, I ain’t a player. I ain’t no player, but I sure am looking for trouble!❞🎤💃

THE HEART KILLERS EP 1.

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so i went through last 6 months of bl actor Mek Jirakit's twitter

in between of saying this kind of things (all of which scream that he was born to be a tumblrina please we need to steal him from there pleasee) he posts about racism against thai people, Palestine, gay and trans rights, criticism of ai, videos of platonically kissing his bros on the lips, extremely emo tweets about love and broken heart, his metal music and sometimes asks fans to rec him their favourite cookbooks