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I live in a city where you don't use the front door so thought "I'm already on my way out, I'll see who it is when I get round the front" (there's too much stuff in the way to even open the front door)

So I get to the front door and

... OK yeah I was a bit surprised.

Four were at home and had yet to find a walrus with which to do this bit.

Two were about to leave the house to be somewhere else (same place I was going).

One is apparently in France.

Not one of them admits knows who did this.

I feel like I'm in a reverse Murder On The Orient Express situation (spoilers I guess, sorry) where everyone had motive no-one had means but the victim just died anyway. Or in this case, received a walrus.

ok its almost 11pm so this isn’t going to sound coherent.

there’s this booktoker with over a million followers who basically makes tiktoks about ‘‘‘‘‘spicy’‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘ books. one of the genres she loves is smutty sport novels. this in turn gets her intrested in actual real sport and she starts publicly thirsting over real athletes. this results in her going to real life sporting events and screaming “krack my back” at real life people (the team is called the krackens or something idk sports and its a play on ‘break my back’) the wife of the player being trageted finds out about all the public thirsting and makes a public statement very politely asking for the sexual harrasment to stop. the tiktoker takes offence at this and starts saying she’s the reason why the sport/team is so popular now. the tiktoker and the wife have a bit of a back and forth which results in the wife reciving harassment for having the gaul to politely request people don’t sexually harrass her husband.

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If you see shit like this DO NOT call the number, do not do anything to interact with these fucking people. Take down the posters if you're able to. They do NOT want to help you. They are a literal fucking cult who openly despise psychology and any actual proven mental health science, and are actively trying to trick mentally/emotionally vulnerable people into joining.

The first one says: "I wish all Muslims a very Ramadan Mubarak"

The second one says: "I wish all Jewish people a very Sameach Pesach"

POV: ur watching the naruto sasuke reunion. it’s been three years. sasuke chooses the sluttiest shirt possible. leans the whole front half of his body against naruto in front of three random ppl for no reason. sasuke starts to pull out his blade, and naruto just. stands there. challenges him. almost as if to say “i know you. i know you won’t do it. you spared me that first time. i know it wasn’t on a whim.” and u can see, sasuke looks at naruto from the corner of his eye, unmoving, wondering if naruto will flinch or attack or make a move. sasuke kinda doesn’t want him to. they’re challenging each other. sasuke being like “are you afraid of me” and naruto saying “no i am not afraid of you. i know you still.” so sasuke swings the blade. sai comes in, almost immediately. but naruto doesn’t block sasuke’s sword. in fact, the only hand that naruto raises is his right fist, blocking sai’s tanto blade from touching sasuke at all. naruto protects sasuke. he isn’t afraid of sasuke. he knows he wouldn’t have done it.

AND THEN. you hear sasuke tell naruto, “that block you chose… was the right one.” naruto! had the choice! it was either block sasuke’s blade from stabbing him, or block sai’s blade from hitting sasuke. naruto chose to save sasuke over himself. but can you really blame him! no! this was him telling sasuke “i know you. i am still putting my life in your hands. please be careful. please prove me right.” and sasuke, now knowing naruto’s choice to protect him, says back “you were right. i put my life in your hands, too.”

"There are Children in my Kitchen" — Great cookbook, this. Really inspirational.