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Taking a break in studying to share more (mostly) tumblr posts that remind me of Marble Hornets (Part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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one of the funniest items I own is this one-inch extension cord

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Since when does Variety publish rpf

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one billion sonic and knuckles images

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fucked up that you can’t just shoplift a semester of college

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maybe it’s about going gently. maybe that doesn’t mean everything will be gentle to you, but that you can be gentle to yourself. maybe it’s about the voice of kindness that you use, not the difficulty of the task ahead.

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got irl jumpscared while boothing

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this post is for broccoli fans ONLY 🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦🥦 broccoli i love you

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👁️🩸𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨.🩸👁️

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His little pony...

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“I have to believe our worst moments don’t make us monsters, Jim”

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finally watching bojack horseman! tried to get into in a few years ago but didn't get far bc i was recovering from depression and it made me feel worse lol. on season 2 rn, so far so good 👍

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animals are quite funny.. you show them a Thing and theyre like "ok i will Sniff this"..

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EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

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the author's barely disguised fluffy tail and floppy ears

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So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.

This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,

"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."

I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.

"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."

And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.

"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."

Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.

"But you look good. So, eh!"

And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.

George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.