People say “phase” like impermanence means insignificance. Show me a permanent state of the self.
This quote right here is one I love to death.
It was on my vision board for 2024 and holy shit did it come to fruition.
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People say “phase” like impermanence means insignificance. Show me a permanent state of the self.
This quote right here is one I love to death.
It was on my vision board for 2024 and holy shit did it come to fruition.

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severance is so scary i hope jobs arent real
i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me
sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine
“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

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Imagine showing up to work one day and people are like "jesus fucking christ there's a corpse in here", herd you to the back room and everyone who sees you also agrees that there is now a dead body where you are sitting, with the appropriate amount of shock and disgust about it. You figure it's some kind of a prank that they're pulling, but also the people that you know aren't into pranks, or aren't very good actors, are treating you like a corpse. They go weirdly back and forth between talking about you as if you're not there, and politely asking you to stay still while they figure out who you're supposed to call in case of a dead body randomly appearing.
Paramedics show up, study you thoroughly and agree that while they can't see any apparent sign of death, you are, indeed, dead, and ask you to climb aboard the ambulance. You're taken to the temporary corpse storage that hospitals have.
On the way there you ask them whether this kind of shit happens often, and while they won't look at you, the paramedics agree that they've never had a talking corpse before, though they won't question the fact that you're moving on your own.
You're eventually led to a morgue, where you're shown a slab to lay on, and at this point you don't really even question it, you just climb onto the Corpse Shelf and lay down, maybe have a little nap, with no idea what's going to happen next.
Then you wake up to someone walking into the morgue, who has the shit scared out of them when you move, and they're like "dude what the fuck, you're not supposed to be here, this place is for storing dead bodies" and when you're like "aw man sorry I thought I was a dead body" they have no idea whether you're joking and they don't care, you're just chased out of there.
And you just kinda go home and take a shower, show up to work normally the next day and nobody questions it.
And basically that's probably how those ants feel when scientists spray them with the Pheromone That Dead Ants Smell Like, and just hang out at the dead-ant-pile until the smell wears off.
I was waiting to find out what social issue this was going to be a metaphor for, so that ending really punched me in the face.
Hey, to you sci-fi/fantasy writers out there (and maybe some others, but this is mainly for things that can’t really be researched irl), if you want to write a character who is a driven, passionate expert on something, don’t write about them rambling indifferently about some boring, mundane part of it. Give them a deep, intense hatred of some oddly specific wow-I-did-not-even-know-that-was-a-thing-and-it-would-have-never-occurred-to-me-that-it’s-a-bad-thing thing they’ll gladly rant about.
Write a dragon rider who really fucking hates it when a dragon is trained to bow while being reined. A space ship engineer who is pissed off when perfectly good antimatter ship has been adapted to run on neutral matter. A historian who is still not over the massive failures of a general who lost a specific battle 300 years before she was born.
The guy currently giving us a series of lectures on the restoration of historical buildings really, really hates polymer paint. At the artisan school our stained glass teacher really hated this one specific Belgian artist - we never really figured out what did that guy even do, but he’s been dead for over 200 years and our teacher was glad that at least he’s dead.
Experts don’t just know things you’ve never thought about. They’ve got strong opinions about it.
Change.org - Petition To Hire 1,000,000 People To Put Their Fingers In The Shoot Hole Of Peoples’ Guns So They Can’t Shoot Them
It’s still gonna shoot… And they’re gonna lose a finger
No. The finger blocks the bullet. We can do this
This is a gun we’re talking about. The projectile is fired using an explosion, not by compressed air of a toy gun or the elastic forces of a sling shot. People would be lucky if they only lost their finger.
The finger blocks it
The finger won’t block it - the shaft is only there for keeping the bullet straight, all the propulsion happens behind the bullet. The bullet would rip through the finger, not that many would actually fit without the victim being a child, and beyond.
The bullet would go forward a little and then hit the finger and stop it’s not that hard to understand
People are going to lose their hands. Go watch Mythbusters. They did an episode on this, the hand fucking exploded.
No, the bullet would start to go but stop at the finger. Thats basic physics. Also hands dont explode normally they did something wrong.
Why the dingleknockers would you even consider sticking your finger in the barrel of a loaded gun?? the amount of force propelling the bullet at that close of range would shatter the finger at the very least; this is a petition for 1,000,000 people to loose the use of their hands. If a bullet explodes the back of a persons skull when they shoot it in their mouth it sure as hell will explode a finger.
No the finger would stop it
I’m loving the idiocy of this post.
Ppl with brains: ummm finger go boom…
Others: no bullet stop. U no kno fisics >:V
no the finger would stop it
You guy who think the bullet would stop at the finger have never shot a gun and can volunteer to it their fingers in the barrel of my 9 mil and I’ll I’ll the trigger and see if it will stop the bullet. Dumdasses
the finger would stop it
date of origin: 28th of december, 2015.
So fun
So I was mega rural and my school never had more than a hundred kids, all aged from preschool to high school aged. And let me tell you that there isn’t anything little kids like more than full contact violent sport with full grown teenagers and/or adults.
There would be this game we’d play until it got banned then a few months later we’d change the name and start playing the same game until the teachers finally noticed and it was banned again.
You’d line all the kids up against the school building, mixed ages so between six and sixteen, decide on an end point, one kid would be “it” and their job was to tackle another kid to the ground while everybody else tried to run to the other side. If anybody got tacked to the ground they were then also it, and the number of people you’d have to run past would get larger and larger until every kid playing had been tackled at some point.
While you’d usually start with a high schooler being it, it was never the biggest most athletic highschool kid. Not the jock, or what we had which passed doe a jock which was just Ben. It wouldn’t be much fun if you started with the fastest and strongest kid. Nobody would stand a chance.
The first person also never goes straight for the little kids. That wouldn’t be fun either. You’d tackle a few kids your own size to the ground. A few of the brave would try to get Ben but you’d always fail.
The you gotta get the little kids. The tactic is simple. A bigger highschool kid would pick them up, flip them over, and place them (relatively) gently on their backs and the go hunt more kids.
And then comes the best part. A gaggle of tiny kids all with ceaseless determination and zero fear of man or gods would all put their tiny little bodies to the sole persuit of bringing down the largest highschool kid there was. And while Ben had no issues pushing to to the ground anyone vaguely his own age, he could not harm a small child. His only options was to be faster. And to run away. Individually their grip strength was weak and his legs were strong. One small child he would just step to the side and get away from. Two small children and he had to be a bit careful where he stepped but he was only slowed and not stopped. But eight. Nine. Ten small children. It was like watching a pack of wolves bring down a full sized elk. If in this case the elk was concerned about not hurting the wolves. It was amazing. They only had to slow him enough to get enough tiny hands on him and down he’d go. These tiny children were always the only ones who could ever succeed.
I never played but damn no spectator sport has ever been as good.
when I was a kid at summer camp one year we had a big athletic councilor in the boys cabin who would do this weird fighting with us. We’d all move in this weird fast/slow pattern to make a hit a push, so like, you’d punch someone in the chest, but you’d slow it down right at the end so that it just sort of gently made contact, but then you’d follow through and push real hard, so a punch was a shove and a kick was a BIG shove. Throw in some like, wrestling stuff and that’s how we’d fight. We’d all gang up on the councilor, who was like 3 times our size, and he’ be doing all kinds of kicks and punches and stuff that would send us stumbling backward or even knock us down, and we LOVED it.
most of us need to be shown how to be considerate
not as a criticism or anything, I just mean that
A. being able to care for other people is a skill that’s practiced and honed
B. being considerate for each person is so wildly different, 90% of the time you will have no way of knowing how to be considerate for someone until they show you
C. you can try to get better at figuring out what people need implicitly, but all that skill really is is listening so just get better at listening
D. being good at listening and adapting on the fly is maybe the most precise definition of being considerate I can think of, so strive for that and just know you’re never gonna be a telepath

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Will anything ever bring us as much joy and comedic bliss as the reveal of Jason Mendoza? Will I ever feel as alive as I did in that moment when Jason utters the words "heaven is so racist"? Will there ever be a moment in time that slaps me so hard in the face with surprise as the moment Jianu the monk rapidly turns into Jason the Jacksonville dirtbag? Will we as a society ever capture that kind of magic again?
There's something really special about lil nas x being like "subtext? No. Old town road is literally about riding horses. If I was going to write a song about riding dick, like. Trust me. You'd know" and then he did
when i was in middle/early high school my best friend and i ran an entire RP universe through a complicated network of over 100 fake facebook accounts working in real time, characters fighting in the chat with each other and causing drama on the feed and relationship statuses changing and updating profile pics and everything, different browsers on the same computer logged onto different accounts and running the whole thing like a real time grand strategy game we had documents we had charts we had relationship maps we had character arcs and we were so good with making it seem legit we were in it for the realism and it was just the two of us doing this, and at our school for mentally ill kids everyone else was 14 and doing drugs and getting pregnant and getting suspended for knifing each other in the parking lot but we just minded our own and 100+ fake people's business and stayed out of trouble and let me just say. facebook's rules nowadays would never let any of that fly and that's the greatest tragedy of all we could never pulled any of that off now but 2012 was a different beast. you had to have been there
we'd be in like 10th grade science class and it would be 1:43 pm on a tuesday and we'd be like oh shit emily should have her pregnancy test results by now we have to post updates and we'd be sitting in the back on our laptops rp'ing emily and her baby daddy and her brother having fights on her facebook wall in real time while our teacher had some bad outdated 90s documentary playing on the projector. kids these days would have to do that on twitter and it's just not the same, you have to prove every identity of every account you can't just make 100 different yahoo emails. this decade is a bust
If you see me looking zoned out it’s cuz im having a therapy session with myself in my head
You have never read homestuck!

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apparently my boss who is a professor at my school doesn’t have a cell phone and his coworkers were upset by this so they bought him a childs toy phone and labeled it “David’s jitterbug” (for those of you that don’t know jitterbugs are phones made for old people that have like massive buttons and shit) so the other day I walked into his office to ask him a question and he pressed a button on it which made it start loudly playing the ABCs and he said “excuse me I have to take this” and then started singing along to the ABCs while shooing me out of his office
this is the phone. he apparently was in the middle of a meeting with the department the other day and got annoyed so he pressed a button, said “I have to take this” and left
David’s co-workers probably: “This is a valid tactic to embarrass him into buying a mobile phone, right?”
David: “Bold of you to assume that I get embarrassed.”