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ugh, okay. Unfollowing. I was a fan of him and his friends solving mysteries together but I didn’t know he thought Coolsville sucks.

convinced at this point people on here read "its fucked up to be hateful towards children" and take it as "you need to be nurturing and motherly and also you should get pregnant and have kids or else you're awful" bc every time someone points out that its weird to say you hate kids there are like 10 different essay replies about how not everyone is good with kids or wants to be a parent, which is like.... yea true, but nobody is telling you to be a parent theyre just saying you should be nice to kids

also imo its not that hard to be the cool older cousin to play videogames with, they love that shit, you dont have to take on a parental role to be good with kids, like, half the time they'll think ur cool just bc u agree to play minecraft with them and u dont babytalk at them

Not to praise an advertisement but I do think that they should bring back that Jack in the Box advertisement where the Jack in the Box mascot goes to the house of a guy who says he didn't like Jack in the Box burgers and beats him violently

Thank you for linking this but I'm shaken to my core that you tagged this as gender envy

fucking losing it at the concept of a reverse Holmes and Watson like there's this genius journalist who goes around solving crimes and writes about how he does it and then there's his useless himbo assistant who does fuck all and just follows him around absolutely out of his mind on cocaine

You ever think about how unified humanity is by just everyday experiences? Tudor peasants had hangnails, nobles in the Qin dynasty had favorite foods, workers in the 1700s liked seeing flowers growing in pavement cracks, a cook in medieval Iran teared up cutting onions, a mom in 1300 told her son not to get grass stains on his clothes, some girl in the past loved staying up late to see the sun rise.

there are scriptures all over the world painstakingly crafted hundreds of years ago with paw prints and spelling mistakes or drawings covering up mistakes. a bunch of teenage girls 2000 years ago gathered to walk around their hometown, getting fast food and laughing with their friends. two friends shared blankets before people lived in houses. a mother ran a fine comb through her child’s hair and told it to stop squirming sometime in the 1000s. there are covered up sewing mistakes in couture dresses from the 1800s, some poor roman burnt their food so well past recognition that they just buried the entire pot. there are broken dishes hidden in gardens of people no one even remembers anymore

liking a character but lacking the brainpower to have any real coherent thought or clever analysis of them so your brain just kind of says their name over and over like a teen girl in a cheesy romance writing her crushes name over and over in glittery gel pen surrounded by hearts

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I can’t stop watching this. The way he fucking scares himself with the noise he makes… he looks petrified

Miraculous Ladybug has an impressively large fandom for a show that’s released out of order in five different languages featuring content that the producer spoiled three months earlier while the head writer whines about fans on Twitter. 

You’re right and you should say it

HELL ya. housekeeping is how the hospital stays clean enough to heal people. it’s endless, thankless, backbreaking, and disgusting. they deserve more pay, more benefits, and more appreciation.

In the N95, paper mask on top, full face shield, gown, gloves, shoe covers, in the COVID wards right along with medical staff. Watched them do it for ten months. Absolutely indispensable people.

oh to be Spatula bunking down for a snowy night