For All My Fandom Needs

woman just power-walked by me alongside a jogging toddler. toddler was waving at me babling "hi! hi! hi!" thought to myself, "aw what an excited, energetic baby!" then the woman stopped beside a man with a stroller and she said "this baby is GOING to sleep if it's my last dying wish" and the man said very solemnly "i'm sorry it's come to that. i'm sorry this has to be your dying wish."

Lessons from the 90s that children today need

Anyone who cleans public restrooms should automatically make $100/hr

Sherlock Holmes and The Case of Perhaps We'd Best Leave This One Alone, Watson. There Appears To Be An Excess Of Armed Maniacs In The Vicinity.

endlessly frustrating that whenever anyone is like 'i wish i could find a type of exercise i enjoy' swarms of people are always like 'clearly you have not tried the type of exercise *I* enjoy!' I'm there like no I have. it sucked.

essentially i think a major disconnect happening here is that not everyone experiences the Exercise Dopamine to the same extent? i don't feel good after exerting myself. i am just like well that sucked the whole time and i felt bad afterwards.

I only recently learned that there are certain endocrine/hormonal conditions that affect your access to exercise dopamine! People with PCOS don’t generally get any endorphins from exercise. My sister (with that condition) had a very similar experience and (at the risk of sounding like ‘you just haven’t tried my exercise!’ For context, I hate all exercise and do none of it) and eventually found weightlifting to be a good fit for her. She found a super supportive class and has made friends with the other participants and the instructor, and found the skills barrier was lower than with other things. YMMV!

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

also we have GOT to collectively come to terms with the fact that me or any other stranger online disliking or even making fun of something you like is not saying “no fun allowed” “no one can ever enjoy this” you have simply got to grow a spine and be able to like the shit you like. you don’t even have to defend it! like 90% of the media i really enjoy is divisive and half my friends actively hate it. i really don’t give a fuck though because i like it. you can write whatever you want! you’re allowed! even if it’s MY least favorite genre or style of writing and i have active distaste for it!

The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!