Hey hahaha... there's a hacker on discord going around
Guess which dumbass got hacked (me) so if you have me on discord don't trust anything I say
@rozz-eokkk specifically, please tell the other members of the orv server that I am incredibly untrustworthy now
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You ever discover an ick that you never expected to give you the ick?
‘Cause I just started a fanfic, a Sabriel (Gabriel/Sam, a tea of mine that I enjoy time from time. It had Destiel too— anyway)
And it was Sam’s pov, but first person. This normally doesn’t make me flinch, especially not as much as it just did.
Did I become a fanfic sommelier? (I have been reading fanfiction for a decade. But still)
Who the fuck am I to judge the point of view??
Is this just me???
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No cuz whenever people point out my stupid mistakes on my fanfiction it gets me so embarrassed, like how did I mess up that badly, and they'll be so mean about it too like pls stop I'm just a girl and I'm already struggling to update the fanfic regularly
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IM CRYING I LOOKED THROUGH VTHAT YT CHANNELS THUMBNAILS AND THEYRE ALL PURE GOLD IM LAUGHING SO HARD OMFG
THERE WAS SHIP ART PF RICK AND GRUNKLE STAN??????
AND THE CREEK THINGS ARE INCREDIBLE
THE THUMBNAILS ARE BETTER THAN THE ACTUAL VIDEOS IM SURE
Oh yeah I remember that one lol
The videos aren’t really that funny (to me) but the thumbnail are absolute gold
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so today i realized i don't actually have an astronomically low pain tolerance. i just have an astronomically low pain threshold. i can and will feel the tiniest pinprick of pain, but for some fucking reason i can get woken up by one of my fingernails breaking in just the right way to leave a huge part of my nailbed exposed (it fucking HURTS to have your nailbed exposed!!!) and i'll just be like "oh. that sucks. welp. i better get a bandaid." like yeah it hurts a lot. still does as i'm typing this. i feel the pain, i'm just. not reacting to it for some reason.
how many times am i gonna forget the incident where i fractured my ankle in the middle of a public restaurant and just WALKED OUT. and i kept fucking walking on it. i thought i looked like a badass because "ooo look at me i can walk on my fucked up ankle" when i was just making it worse. no wonder my classmates thought i was faking. no reasonable human being could do that. considering i had a habit of pulling my own baby teeth at the first sign of them loosening, though... i'm not sure how i realized sooner.
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somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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