#BUT THERE IS NO WAY

[yuseirra]

HE SHOULD HAVE JUST GONE TO VISIT HER AT THE HOSPITAL...

it's a bit confusing but if we take his testimony, he was aware of Ai having given birth? I bet she told him and they did keep in touch, that call at the phone booth... it did seem like it wasn't her first time talking to him about their kids.

psychologically speaking, the fact that Ai was content about showing her bf their children(who are still very little)means she did trust him around them. That's why I thought she wasn't on bad terms with him(from her end at least) even before he showed up in person.

In fact, depending on the situation, it could mean something even stronger, she would have really wanted to show him their kids...but didn't think he was ready. Showing babies indicate a strong sense of trust for many animals... humans are animals too, you know.

Considering how much Ai swooned about her kids… (and it turns out she really did love her boyfriend a lot)she really could have wanted to show off how cute they are. I bet she was pretty sure he'd like them if he came to see them. She was just scared too because she thought it'd be his burden.

[mazzy-rockstar]

“You have to trust the universe” okay but have you considered that the universe might hate me and tries to ruin my life on purpose? Hmm??

[pauls-mescal]

Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[sparklebyte]

oh so you’re telling me the guy had a 3 page handwritten explanation of his motives and mindset and a gun and silencer that matches the description despite it being a week since the guy was shot? hmmmm interesting

[jessepinwheel]

I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[epoxyconfetti]

[fairycosmos]

recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[beeabart]

happy new years everyone

(live jayce reaction:)

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[blabberoo]

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