writing ocs is like ok sorry bud i dont actually know how you get out of this because im also currently in this deep well with you

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writing ocs is like ok sorry bud i dont actually know how you get out of this because im also currently in this deep well with you

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ideas for discourse i came up with
having OCs is bourgeois
people who write erotica should be considered sex workers
only americans believe in aliens
it's misogynist to draw touhou characters with big boobs
the "godzilla" franchise is harmful because it teaches children that they should be afraid of lizards and other animals
feel free to argue about any of these, credit not needed but appreciated
A cool thing about not being an American on the internet, is that you will have a hard time on finding general info that will improve your life, because everyone assumes the American way to do it, is the only possible way to do it
"why wouldn't you be protected by the first amendment?" Idk have you considered that other countries don't follow the American constitution?
“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”

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Now you see, I’ve watched enough cartoons to know that this square of the carpet is on a separate animation cell from the background & therefore something funky will happen if I step on it. You won’t catch me making a rookie mistake like that no sir!
Did you step on it?
I forgot it was there & stepped on it, plummeting through the concealed trapdoor into the cellars. Please send help.
Help it’s on its way!
By the way, are the bricks all the same colour?
I can’t see anything! It’s pitch black down here. All that’s visible is my eyes.
Just make sure there isn’t a second, more dangerous pair of eyes somewhere around yours
Was trying to make a joke about TV writing to my friend the other day and had to pause and go "...does the phrase 'surf dracula' mean anything to you?"
One of the most important critical texts of this century imo
image description: tweet by @/topherflorence, reading: back in the day if u did a tv show called surf dracula you'd see that fool surfing every week in new adventures but in the streaming era the entire 1st season gotta be a long ass flashback to how he got the surfboard until you finally get to see him surf for 5 min in the finale /end description
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A tiny bit spooky.
No more sleeping with my phone within reach because I was having an extremely vivid dream that I was the victim of some sort of mass-poisoning. the notorious poisoner? "The Centipede Cult." They used a specific type of poison, referred to only by its chemical nomenclature, which I somehow remembered perfectly upon waking. It went: □□ Na({}^{2})
Because that makes sense. Anyway, this poison would submit me to its well-known and much-feared symptom: "17 Day Paralysis" in which you're paralyzed for exactly 17 days and you only chance of survival is to be on full machine support for 17 days.
Just before the medical team intubated me I remembered I have a Zoom meeting with my academic advisor today (I actually do in real life) and I needed to email him to let him know I was the victim of a mass-poisoning and would need to reschedule.
I kept trying to type the "□" symbol in my dream but could not figure out how and gave up.
I woke up in real life to find I'd begun drafting an email in my sleep to my professor in the Gmail app. I was apparently using talk-to-text (I often do because of my hand neuropathy) but speaking in Irish, which talk-to-text never understands, so other than the words in English "poison" and "centipede" the entire email was complete nonsense.
I told my advisor about this and he said, "well, if you had been poisoned, I would have provided you whatever academic supports available to us."
Bc so many people have asked, the □ in the dream was in fact just a wingdings square symbol. Your phone/browser isn't blocking an emoji. You're seeing it right.

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you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.
“Black Cloud” for the exhibition “The Accursed Hour” by Carlos Amorales at Fondazione Adolfo Pini | Ph: (1&2) Andrea Rossetti (3) Alessandro Spadoni
please vote for tylenol to have her face on a beer can $1 for 1 vote and the donation goes to the baltimore animal rescue and care shelter
TYLENOL HAS MADE IT INTO THE TOP TEN LETS FUCKING GO
VOTE NOW SO WE CAN SEE TYLENOL'S FACE ON BEER CANS IN THE DITCHES BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!!!
If you all will allow me a moment to analyze the competition as it exists, there's something interesting going on with the numbers.
As we all know, thanks to the support of the good people of Tumblr, Tylenol has experienced a meteoric rise to second place. Even though her competition is stiff, I believe in Tylenol's ability to go the distance.
But let's take a look at the competition:
Elmer seems to be a lovely boy. I have no qualms with Elmer, and think he would look fantastic on a beer can. But what about Elmer's campaigns? Who is the power behind the throne here, and how have they managed to find such breakout success on this competition?
A handful of wealthy donors are trying to buy this competition.
At the end of the day, all donations are good donations here. This is a charity event so every penny earned is going to help animals in need. But it's not lost on me that Elmer's current ranking is thanks entirely to a few individuals with the financial means to put their thumbs on the scale.
Tylenol's donors, comparatively, are small and numerous, mostly $1-10 donations from many passionate believers in what she stands for (autism and pain relief I think).
Overall, the donations tell a very different story than what the base ranking shows you. Elmer is held aloft by just 24 donors and bolstered by a few wealthy patrons, whereas Tylenol has won the hearts of literally hundreds of people. Even the current third place, Abby, owes her ranking to numerous small contributions rather than one or two large ones.
Tylenol is the people's princess.
Tylenol is the people's princess
Good news!
Tylenol is real! I love you Tylenol!
A vote for Tylenol is a vote for the people
The return of Pilk
Lyrics for those who unfortunately are not Brazilian:
It's so hot here, I'm dying from the heat
The pussy is on fire, am I horny or in love?
Ai, ai, ai, you make me feel so hot
My pussy is a fire and your cock is the extinguisher
Ai, ai, ai, you make me feel so hot
My pussy is a fire and your cock is the extinguisher
The pussy is on fire, am I horny or in love?
Am I horny or in love?
The pussy is on fire, am I horny or in love?
Am I horny or in love?
Ai, ai, ai, you make me feel so hot
My pussy is a fire and your cock is the extinguisher (Go! Go!)
I’m about a 2 I think
This one

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On Being Alive and spouses of Nariel
A quick context: Nariel, the High elfey goddess, has been married to Alaron then later got together with Nei, had children with both of them which led to the elfey pantheon being divided* (just as her people)
Now, the "boys" as you would expect don't get along but the reason is much more deeper and complicated than some interpersonal drama
They are deities, and as much as you would like to see them as people doing people stuff, they are first and foremost "a concept personified". And these two contradict each other
Alaron, although dabbed the "crowned hunter-king", is the god of Life. But not the magical wound healing or bringing people back from the dead kind of deity.
His domain is the visceral side of Life. Blood, sex, childbirth, fighting for your life, tearing flesh apart to feed etc - all about being alive (as opposed to being "animated")
"Things that are and should be"
And his children with Nariel continue the theme with their domains of "all that dead shall rest" and the change of seasons - both the laws of nature in their rights
Nei, on the other hand, is a god of secrets, magic and secret magic - arcane. And his domain is much more "bizarre": a stone sprouting like a seed, moonlight being cut like fabric, shadows talking, animated constructs etc - things that wouldn't be possible if not for someone wishing it to be.
Things that deny the laws of nature.
"Things that shouldn't be but they are"
Which is very particular wording that gets 100% clear if you know who Nei was before marrying Nariel (and outside of the elfey pantheon) - the third and "secret" (as in "forgotten") goddess of Fate, the Changed Fate (alongside his sisters: the Good Fortune and Ill Fortune)
And in an ironic way, despite going together like oil and water, they both represent the chaos of change and will to live and on a personal level - have more on common than they think
Ah, yes, Nei
You know, the "disturbingly too tall and inhumanly proportionate trickster entity that masquerade as an elf but any other elf think there's something wrong about him even if they can't pinpoint what and who would help people or send them the wrong way where they will die just to see where it will lead the story and who's also known as a few different entities while also being Nameless"
This Nei