it's the thought that counts
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@agedcheddar
it's the thought that counts
I know this is about characters from a show but I did not initially process this and without any specific context this is the funniest comic in the world

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you know a Reddit AITA is gonna be good when it’s titled like ‘AITA for [insert perfectly benign or benevolent act that anyone would agree with doing here]?’ and it has the asshole flare
a non-Reddit observer might take this post as meaning that the comments section of a post like this is just outwardly malicious to an actually good deed, and don’t get me wrong like it’s Reddit and people WILL do that shit, but you’d be surprised to know that this in fact is an indicator that op is actually an insane person being roasted in the comments section for good reason, and you now get to open the thread to see exactly why
“AITA for burning down my brother’s house?” ends up being a thread where OP rescued his small nieces and nephews from a raging drug party, accidentally knocking over his brother’s meth lab in the process and therefore setting the place ablaze; “AITA for giving my daughter a stuffed toy when she was crying??” ends with it being revealed that OP manufactures the toys himself in a sweatshop staffed by local 8-year-old orphans
I'm also presuming there's a healthy dose of the assholes doing everything they can to frame themselves as the reasonable party
oh yeah those are the best ones. sometimes op will start arguing with people in the comments and the mods have to come wrangle them up to abide by the ‘accept your judgement’ rule, and after that they just start editing the post like an angry mid 2000s fanfiction.net author to own the haters but that only infuriates the crowd more, so it ends up being like you’re in a courthouse watching the crowd go insane in support of the jury while the judge bangs their gavel for order. even if the story is fake like, you can’t beat that entertainment
i made this post a couple weeks ago and one of the most fascinating parts of the responses here are that everyone seems to be on the same page that sure, a lot of them are probably fake, but it doesn't matter because the true point of r/AITA is for entertainment. like part of the fun is not knowing if it's actually real or not, but going into it suspending your disbelief and pretending that it's real is the most fun because that way you can 1. think about what you would do if you were in this situation, 2. think about who the fuck would actually make these choices and what op might be hiding, and 3. take part in throwing rotten food at our protagonist as the mods slowly trudge them through the medieval reddit city in chains in a show of public humiliation to the masses
The way Jonathan is trapped in a small set of rooms with such limited resources and a vague objective makes it feel like he's stuck in a point and click adventure game.
Where the solution is going to be something really stupid like:
Smash PLATE on GROUND
Use PLATE SHARDS on CURTAINS to obtain CLOTH
Tie CLOTH into BLINDFOLD
Go to Count's Subterranean Chamber
Use BLINDFOLD on Count
Search the Count's clothes for the KEYS
This is the most powerful call to ratio I've ever seen. It's like she's performing an incantation.
“NO!….RATIO!!!”
Honestly obsessed with her
I know y'all did not read the books but Roald Dahl talks about this in the book. Charlie’s teacher points out the fact that unless you buy a shit ton of bars you’re probably not gonna win. Just like the lottery. Just like how all of the other winners of the tickets bought a shit ton of bars. Except Charlie, who just got lucky. And Charlie was originally black. Literally the whole point of the book was that wonka wanted to give the less fortunate a fair opportunity and it wasn’t fair because the system isn’t fair.
Stop the car.
Charlie was originally black?!?!
!?!!
He was and Mr. Dahl was forced to make him white. Also his widow has spoken and confirmed that as well.
because you shouldn’t believe everything you read on a tumblr post at face value, here is a guardian article confirming that charlie was originally conceived as black but dahl made him white at the behest of his publisher
WHAT
But yeah, coming back to the original point, the other kids, especially Augustus Gloop and Veruca Salt, cheated the system by claiming a ridiculous amount of chocolate bars. News reports mention people hoarding Wonka chocolate bars in hopes of finding the Golden Ticket. Mr Salt even admits that he refitted his staff at a nut-shelling factory for opening chocolate bars, without a doubt losing a huge amount of capital in lost profits and mass bulk-buying of chocolate, just to win. The working-class lady who actually found that ticket didn’t benefit from that luck or labour - she was immediately made to hand it over to her boss for his spoiled daughter, who holds it as ‘his’ victory and good luck.
Charlie didn’t even find the ticket in his first bar, or his second. His first bar, his birthday present, was a dud, and he even failed to enjoy it like normal because he dared to hope, just for a moment, that he might actually be lucky enough to get the one. Later, he is lucky enough to find a dropped 50p piece in the street, and goes to buy a chocolate bar for himself. Finally holding a treat that is all his, he wolfs the thing down, stopping only long enough to realises that he didn’t get lucky and win a Golden Ticket. It’s only on the third bar that he gets it, and, smelling blood in the water, the shopkeeper tells him to immediately go home and not tell a soul that he has it, knowing what people might do to this small starving boy if they find out what he has.
And Wonka knows! He knows he done goofed! He realises almost immediately that the people who have been attracted to his lottery, who have stacked the decks in their favour, are awful, cruel, entitled people! Augustus Gloop, the glutton, doesn’t care what placed in front of him so long as it’s food - and the first obstacle? A room where everything is a kind of sweet. Violet’s gum-chewing is excessive, but the modern film adapts this into a more realistic and sinister flaw - overcompetitiveness. It’s not just that she’s been chewing the same piece of gum for months, it’s that she’s been chewing the same piece of gum, weeks after its taste is gone, whether it is socially acceptable or not, just to break a record. So when Wonka promises a new treat, a personal favourite of one of the kids, but says it’s not ready yet and you can’t have it, of course Violet seizes it, because damn the consequences, she will be the first to try it. Veruca is shown a collection of unique animals, and immediately declares that she wants one, because she’s always had the bragging rights and luxury rare items. And when Mr Wonka refuses to sell? She steals it, because dang it, she will have that golden goose/trained squirrel! Mike Teevee, in his hubris, mutilates himself almost beyond recognition because he had to challenge Mr Wonka’s outlandish claim of transmitting physical objects via television. Charlie was the perfect heir, not because he was humble and poor, but because he had the wonder and appreciation for the treats Wonka made but also the sense and caution not to risk messing with the many dangerous things in an active factory. If the lottery was more fair, maybe Charlie would have had more stiff competition, but as it stands, Charlie is almost the poster boy of ‘won by doing nothing’.
Sorry, got sidetracked
TLDR: Apart from Charlie, most of the other kids were entitled rich (white) kids who gamed a system that should have been fair, and were punished for it by revealing to them their greed and hubris

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thinking about the video where a bunch of guys get together to un-corrupt a blastoise that got bad egged years ago in a leafgreen game and how that whole scenario is like. the loving side of cosmic horror. you are a blastoise. you trust your trainer. you've been through countless battles together, and while they never say anything, you can tell your trainer loves you. what you don't know is that your trainer is, at all times, being puppeted by intelligent forces outside of your dimension, holding knowledge far beyond the scope of anything you could ever know. they know things about your world that you do not; that nobody in your world ever could. the distinction between your trainer and this creature is minimal. at the same time, this creature is not god. it does not have infinite knowledge; it understands far greater than you, yet in still a very limited capacity. they understand what your world is made up of and how it can be manipulated to fit your whims. this creature loves you. your trainer loves you. they love you so much that they want to help you become stronger. they manipulate the very laws of your world to attain this feat. however, they did it wrong. they didn't know what they were doing, and the makeup of your being- everything you ARE- was twisted. you are no longer a blastoise. you are a bad egg. your trainer remains the same as ever. everything continues on, the same as it ever was, yet you cannot be what you once were. your trainer tries over, and over, and OVER again to hatch you, but you never become what you once were. you are a bad egg. there are other bad eggs now, other pokemon you used to know; pokemon you helped your trainer catch, pokemon you may have even fought alongside. now you're all bad eggs, sealed away by ancient protective magic known as Code. you never knew such a thing existed. you wonder if you're dangerous now. your trainer sets you in a box. over the years, he forgets which box you're in. unbeknownst to you, the creature is panicking, trying everything it can possibly think of to restore you to your blastoise state. the creature is just a child. he carries the pain of your loss long into adulthood; in his mind, he is responsible for your death. in the grand scheme of the universe, you do not matter; you're a "game". a few lines of code and some pixels. you do not Exist. and yet, you are mourned. and yet many others just like you are mourned by many others just like him. the world has been still for many, many years. you don't know this, because your world does not contain an internal clock. time doesn't really exist for you; it's a concept far outside of your reality. and yet, it is important. your creature contacts another of its kind. it shares the story of its sin, the insignificant act of corrupting you beyond repair. it shares this story in hopes that it could save you. the other creature recalls its own destruction of a world not unlike yours. it agrees to help. many creatures within the world outside of yours have gathered all together, using technologies familiar and unfamiliar with one collective goal in mind: to rescue you. specifically you. your loss is widely considered nothing. and yet, they put in incredible effort. obstacle after obstacle, they perform miracles for your sake. they copy your world; they use strange windows to view it, they layer your world over itself many times over to view it from every angle. they dig deep into the very makeup of your universe just trying to find you. one of them uses a method that only he has access to, in all the world, to find you. and they do. you have lost your name and everything else that makes you you, but there is something that remains in tact, that makes you findable; a piece of "data", an invisible quality to you that you and your trainer would never see, something you could never possibly know about. this is what ultimately makes you you, and not another blastoise. slowly but surely, they begin to put you back together. it's much harder than it needs to be, it is far too much effort for one
creature in one game that will never be touched again, and yet they do it. they race against the clock, stressing endlessly, sweating bullets and crying out in relief when they finally find the exact values, the last pieces of invisible quality that makes it YOU. you are now a blastoise. you are now "legitimate" to the game. you do not know it yet, but your trainer - your creature - is waiting for you, excited to Transfer you into new worlds until you are where he wants you. until you are safe. you also do not know that at this time, two of you exist. there is the You, here, being put together, manipulated through the fabrics of reality to restore your original form. and there is the Original you; the one waiting home, on the cartridge. the Real you. you are a clone, but you are not. you are a new pokemon, but you are the original. you are both corrupted, and legitimate. you are many things. the new you is saved, and this version of your world- this version that has fixed you, and only you- is re-uploaded, overlayed and overwritten to the original. you safely arrive. You are a blastoise. You were a bad egg, for a short time. But now you are a blastoise again. your trainer acts the same as ever, because he cannot display anything that would suggest he notices the difference. you do not know what happened. you have no idea. you have no idea how much you are loved.
I’ll just leave this here....
Based on a true story :)
Webtoon
Nobody called me but I showed up anyway.
What the hell even is the this post
It’s the sins of humanity crying out to be known
The five boxing wizards jump quickly
Why zip along quick fam, just relax and vibe.
Language had to evolve very specifically to make that last one
thats it. [owls your house]
Wizard spell battle
I like that none of the cars slow down

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@nubs-mbee
My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.
Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.
Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).
You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.
agedcheddar:
What occasion are ye at? Might make a nice change, ta be laughin =]
Meetings, when is it ever anything else? II think even after II’m dead and gone they will prop me up to do more meetings
‘ll be sure ta cite th’ soup Highblood as precedent for Ye corpse. =D
Tis a useful one? Happy ta swoop by and nuisance Ye out, iffen tis wasteful
IIt isn’t useful at all and II hate it actually, you would be extremely welcome to barge in
Aye? Well, can't let down th sovereign. 5 minute warning, m'liege
agedcheddar:
What occasion are ye at? Might make a nice change, ta be laughin =]
Meetings, when is it ever anything else? II think even after II’m dead and gone they will prop me up to do more meetings
‘ll be sure ta cite th’ soup Highblood as precedent for Ye corpse. =D
Tis a useful one? Happy ta swoop by and nuisance Ye out, iffen tis wasteful

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Hypotheses
agedcheddar:
Aye, ’m thinkin ‘tis not my best look
Better ways ta be sweet abound ;]
Terrible, don’t wink at me you’re making me snicker and everyone is looking at me
What occasion are ye at? Might make a nice change, ta be laughin =]