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go out and fuck someone you aren’t attracted to because a stranger on tumblr said to

go out and date someone you aren’t attracted to because a stranger on tumblr said to

You’re Not Allowed To Be Gay Anymore

what this post DOES mean

if you just ‘prefer’ to avoid majority black areas of your city

if you just ‘prefer’ to read, write, think, and talk about men

if you just ‘prefer’ to socialize with people you (perceive as) your assigned birth sex

if you just ‘prefer’ to exclusively watch white-directed movies, read white-written books, listen to white-authored music

if you just unconsciously perceive men as more authoritative/competent and ‘prefer’ to be spoken to by them

I, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, waited carefully for the lab director to be deep in conversation with someone else on the other side of the laboratory. And then I took my chance.

Test tubes, as it turns out, are really bad as shot glasses. Their shape turns any liquid inside into a stream, so you really can't knock it back quickly - it takes a couple seconds. Additionally, the best way I can describe the taste of virus concentrate was "sterile rot". A very unique kind of bad! Made worse by the test tube's inefficiency as a shot glass.

(by the way we were studying bacteriophages, not animal viruses. these viruses are too specialized on attacking prokaryotes to even recognize our cells as targets at all, according to studies.)

(but also like. if the viruses managed to successfully switch hosts and killed me with a violent infection, itd still be worth it.)

*local action, campaigning, planting trees, targeted politician lobbying, whatever: something CONCRETE and achievable with measurable results

Elon Musk with every failed SpaceX launch creates more air pollution than the entirety of Paris running AC for a summer. But note that no government will sanction him. Israel bombing Gaza and Lebanon for one day creates more air pollution than London will create running AC for a month. But no western government will sanction them.

Global warming is getting worse because 50 un-reined-in people are douchebags, and saying it will always get worse absolves them of that. And makes it an "everyone" problem. And then you can deny people AC or some other form of care because "it will make things worse".

In very brief summary:

● Many of our family members were killed during this war.

● We lost everything, especially our HOME, our heaven, and now we live in a tent with rent.

Please don't forget us. Stay by our side. Donate now. ❤️

For many of us, that account was how we followed Mariam's story and stayed connected to the family. Taking it away means cutting off their only direct line to hope and support.

The kid was picked up by an ambulance 30 minutes later.

Now as an adult working in security I get SO MANY folks- upper-middle aged mostly- coming to me to 'rat out' people they think are faking it.

I was once sent into a bathroom because a client demanded that the "fucker won't get out, so go drag them out"- I was NEVER going to do that, so I did a wellness check instead. You know who it was? A person recently released from the hospital after a car accident. They had a hole in their skull and major hearing loss. They couldn't answer the owner because they couldn't HEAR the owner.

Another time about a homeless man who got around town by kicking the ground from his wheelchair. "You know he doesn't actually need that thing, his legs work fine, it's just for pity points"- Oh, so he's not paralyzed, his wheelchair is performative? Funny story Dale, I actually know that guy, he was backed over by a truck and has chronic pain from his shattered pelvis. But sure, let's make him stand up and walk everywhere so nobody feels too bad for him and tries to help him or something.

"She doesn't need that scooter, I've seen her get out of it."

"Look how fat he is, because he just rides around and refuses to get up."

"She doesn't really need that cane- she comes here without it all the time"

this is the most tumblrified man to have ever existed

a Reader who was married to Vincent Whittman in life. they were happy together, madly in love, Vincent an unhinged but dedicated husband who would have done anything for his wife... until his untimely demise at the hands of a falling television parted them far too soon.

a Vincent who loses himself, believing he will never see Reader again, a ragged grief that continues to haunt him throughout the decades, even as he grows in power and becomes Vox.

a Vox who never once considers that his precious wife could be anything less than perfect, that she might join him in damnation once her mortal life comes to an end.

a Vox who is completely, and utterly wrong.

a Reader who finally arrives in Hell many years later, waiting to reunite with her long lost husband, only to fracture upon seeing his face plastered on neon lights with Valentino.

a Reader who believes her Vincent has moved on and no longer has any room for her in his heart.

a Reader who resigns herself to a quiet life on the outskirts of Cannibal Town, away from the hustle and bustle of Pentagram City, where she isn't constantly bombarded with reminders of the love she pined for and lost.

an Alastor who happens across her one day after a day trip to Rosie's and is oh so captivated by the pretty, heartbroken soul hung up on her faithless, undeserving ex-husband.

an Alastor who is only a little bit self serving when he begins to pick up the pieces and court her.

an Alastor who is fond of Reader, of course. his intentions are genuine; the fact that she was once married to that pathetic picture box, and is now being given so much more, by a man who is so much better... it's merely a delightful, entertaining little bonus.

a Reader who begins to heal and move on with her charming, old-fashioned new suitor.

a Vox who one day sees the woman he still loves, the wife who shouldn't, couldn't be here, in Hell, pictured arm in arm with the Radio Demon on the illustrated cover of a Cannibal Town gossip magazine.