#just this year just this year just this year just this year just this year just this year

[paintedcrows]

When asked why they still haven't kicked the bucket after decades: Ford insists he beat Death at chess. Stanley insists he kicked Death's ass in a Denny's parking lot

[sushiisiu]

In every timeline, in every possibility,

Only you

[rawranansi]

A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart

[systelon]

happy ( late ) 1st anniversary isat

please play this game it has changed my brain chemistry & still kills me emotionally & mentally

[k1tty5]

the simplest words

[lifemod17]

his reaction upon being presented with a crochet bee 🥺😭

if you look up the definition of 'precious' in the dictionary, this photo of Hozier pops up

📸: amb2r | reddit

Christchurch, night 2 || 11/23/2024

the last show of the 2023/2024 Unreal Unearth tour

[soulrox]

DPxDC #18

Dani meets Conner on her travels and adopts him as her brother. Clone solidarity. She drags him back to Amity Park. Lady Amy (short form of Lady Amity city spirit) would welcome her new citizen by making an area dedicated to Kryptonian-style housing. Lady Amy would love and adore him.

The Fentons would welcome him with open arms, and fudge. Danny would be ecstatic that his new brother is half-alien.

Conner would be confused but happy about being liked as an individual and not as a clone of Superman. Conner joins Casper High, where they've added two new classes. History of Krypton, and Kryptonian language. The classes would fill so fast. Learning an alien language the students would flock to that class.

Danny went into the Realms and asked a few Kryptonian ghosts to come out and teach. The ones he found were delighted to help. Several even moved into the Krypton area set up by Lady Amy. Little old ladies sharing more of the Kryptonian culture.

Dani being a clone is an open secret. Conner being a clone would be known too, because of Dani. I can see the students of Casper High creating a fan club and worshiping their clone leaders. "All Hail the Better Models" is the club's slogan.

[hymnoeides]

A personal Charon design has been something in the corner of my mind for a while now and well finally decided on some stuff

[elpervertocaramel]

This is me too

I’m just a clingy loser who needs constant attention and reassurance that you love me

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[mankillercalledbunny]

Apologise

E. Abel, 2014

The year is 1955.

A fourteen-year-old boy

Named Emmett Till

Winks at a white woman in Missouri.

Days later

His body washes up

Soaked

Barely recognizable.

When it's finally identified

With its beaten black face

Smashed to the point

Where it's hard to think this kid

Ever had a name

It's sent to his mother

Who chooses

Not to cover his face at the funeral

To leave the coffin open

So all can see

The bruised and rotted flesh

Swollen discolored and bloody

With one eye dangling from its socket.

Thousands of people cry.

The pictures hit the news.

Emmett Till and his mother Mamie

Are names known across the country

And the men who killed him

Are found not guilty.

-

The year is 1964.

A young man

Named James Earl Chaney

Is working with the Congress of Racial Equality

As a civil rights worker in Mississippi.

He advocates voter registration

Trying to get black people

The representation they deserve.

The KKK has burned a church for blacks.

Chaney is investigating.

His bus is stopped

By a group of men

In pointed white hats and masks.

For weeks people search

Until his body is found,

But only because he went missing

With two white men.

The dozens of other blacks who have gone missing

In the same way

In the same town

Are never searched for

And the Klan members don't go to prison.

It takes 40 years

Before the man who organized his killing

Is sentenced

For manslaughter.

Four years later

A great leader is shot.

-

The year is 2012.

A boy of seventeen

Named Trayvon Martin

Is walking around Sanford Florida

Wearing a hoodie

Getting candy and juice

At a convenience store.

A neighborhood watch volunteer

Sees him slouching

His hood up over his head.

A gun is drawn and fired.

Trayvon keels over.

His pictures are released to the press

Who debate the issue more heatedly

Than the presidential race.

Rallies and protests ensue,

Millions sign a petition for the volunteer's imprisonment

But Florida says "Stand Your Ground"

And Zimmerman walks free.

-

The day is August 9th, 2014.

In Ferguson, Missouri

An eighteen-year-old

Named Michael Brown

Is walking down the street with his friend.

A police officer pulls up and yells for them to get on the sidewalk;

The two keep walking.

The officer pulls up next to them

Yelling again.

Suddenly a shot is fired from inside the car.

It grazes the teen's side

He and his friend take off running

The cop chases.

The friend hides behind a car

Fearing for his life.

A second shot hits the already wounded boy

The teen turns to his attacker instead.

Michael gets down on his knees

An innocent

Surrendering without a fight

In the hope that his enemy will have mercy

"Hands up

Don't shoot"

He cries.

BANG

To the head

BANG BANG BANG

Bullets hit the insides of his arms

His chest

The body lays in the street for hours

Police pick it up later in a van

The witnesses all say the same thing.

-

That night the protests start

Saying the same thing Michael said

"Hands up

Don't shoot"

"No justice

No peace"

Not a gun is drawn by the protestors

No threats are made.

The next night

Tear gas is thrown

As a crowd control tactic

By police.

Within a week

Armored vehicles and assault rifles

Have been dealt to the suburban unit

The people still protest in peace

Suffering burning eyes

And rubber bullet wounds

For justice

And Darren Wilson gets away with murder.

-

It has been sixty years

Since the death of Emmett Till

Fifty years since the deaths of J. E. Chaney and Martin Luther King. Jr

Two years since Trayvon Martin

And still one must wonder

What America truly thinks

When it says

All its people are born equal

If the life of a black teenager

Is worth less than the box of cigars he supposedly stole,

When those who are supposed to protect us

Can murder innocents

And walk away unscathed.

We may be the home of the brave

But the United States

Is still not

The land of the free

For anyone whose skin

Is darker than the sand on the beach,

We cannot say we stand for justice

Until all murderers sit behind bars

Instead of in front of their televisions

In the guise of a police officer.

America is crippled

Until it can stand united and say,

To the dark children

Whose parents have been fighting the same fight

For the last four hundred years

And have yet to gain their equality,

Until it can say to them

"I'm sorry."

‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[wormspoodle]

compiled some things

[baba-fett]

for me internet friendships are “we don’t talk all the time but I see you’re online and it makes me happy” and I really hope it’s like that for everyone

[21st-century-minutiae]

In the English language, in informal speech, there is grammatical ambiguity to the verb "make/made." The sentence "X made Y a Z" can be parsed syntactically as either "X created a Z to give to Y" and "X created a Z using Y as the material" . Without prepositional phrases, the indirect object is unclear.

In almost all circumstances, context makes the grammatical intention obvious. There are very few legitimate sentences where both interpretations are equally valid ("I made my houseplant a hat" might be one). And usually in those cases, one would use alternative syntax to be clear ("I made my houseplant into a hat." vs "I made a hat for my houseplant."). So native English speakers are not going to be confused about this.

That said, there is a form of humor common in the early twenty-first century (often referred to as 'Dad Humor') which is based on intentionally misinterpreting context to ridiculous ends. In this case, it would be obvious to anyone reading that the original poster made a toy goblin for their boyfriend," as the alternative of "transforming their boyfriend into a toy goblin" is not something that can happen without a gristly murder that neither appears in the photo nor would be posted online give it would be evidence of a crime.