Nemainofthewater (is me!)

Tumblr is the reason why I have something I call the cashier test which is, if i told this to a random cashier at the grocery store, would they think you're crazy at best or at worst would they be warranted in leaping over the counter and beating the shit out of you. Karl Marx mpreg is crazy, but not beating the shit out of you crazy. The cashier will probably talk about you to their coworkers and it might even make their day. Telling someone they're complicit in their own oppression by working a minimum wage job at a grocery store makes them warranted in leaping over the counter to beat the shit out of you.

If you're wondering, yes, I've already gotten anon hate over this from people with bad reading comprehension. No, I am not actually telling a cashier at the grocery store about Karl Marx mpreg. The cashier is virtual. Imaginary. Hypothetical. They do not exist.

people will really come into kink spaces and say you can't forcefem women like there wasn't a feature length movie about an elderly gay man forcefemming a woman as part of scheme to thwart an elaborate assassination attempt before the killer even determined their target

What... What movie is this.

i was trying so hard to remember the nonexistent assassination subplot in My Fair Lady

there's art inside me trying to get out

It’s clawing at the bars of my brain

This is the first time I see reasonable advice about this topic on Tumblr. By 'reasonable' I mean something, that doesn't involve acting straight up rude (ignoring the person you don't want to talk to completely, pretending they don't exist, or 'standing up to them' in a way, that will immediately start na argument and ruin everyone's mood) or avoiding family gatherings completely. It is possible to spend time together, even if there's a person you don't like there, without having to talk to them much, but also without openly showing your aversion or acting passive-aggresively.

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie that’s been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this

For those who don't know, Ken Cheng is a professional comedian. Yes, this is the same Ken Cheng as in Blood on the Clocktower. Yes, this is the same Ken Cheng as was in Genius Game. Yes, this is the same Ken Cheng who on top of being a professional stand-up comedian is also a professional poker player.

i fucking hated your shoelaces this entire time