have you ever heard of no-when?

nasty amount of tumblr class discourse boils down to "how can my superior access, resources and quality of life be a privilege when I pay for them fair and square"

which in itself is symptom of how american this site is. class and wealth invariably have heavy overlap but the two being basically interchangeable is a feature of a very specific social structure which really does directly feed into the "disparity is only worth talking about if someone didn't earn it" mindset

this might shock you: a lot of ruling class Americans, people you've heard of even, are in staggering amounts of debt. it just doesn't matter. on account of their class.

The year is 2015, you wake up at 2pm and rush to your computer. Your friends are on skype! You message your skype group and say “dgdjfgdfg GOOD MRONGING I OVERSLEP TGDFG”, all your friends reply with a keysmash. They update you on what happened while you napped, two of your mutuals got called out for kinstealing. Tsh- not like you’re surprised. Even if they tagged as “not kin or id”, you knew they were reblogging too much chrom art for them not to be kin. Your friends quickly send you the callout post link and you scroll through it hastily. Looks like they also stole their mutuals theme layout. You close the callout and open tumblr.com, you recently changed your url from bpdayato to ayato2 (score!) and need to reblog the notice post again for your mutuals who may not have seen. You have one new ask! You open your inbox to read it. It says- “were u tumblr user schizogod.” …you delete the ask. You know if you say yes they will bring up old callouts, but that’s not important- your friends just sent you a rabbit invite and you’re going to watch darkweb videos!

is this like satire or did you guys actually live this

Maybe this is too optimistic of me but I think very rarely does a situation wherein someone optimistically invites everyone to their birthday party and nobody shows up, happen in real life. I often think what happens is that most people socially crippled in some way, shape, or form, just don't tell anyone it's their birthday. and they don't invite anyone because they don't expect anyone to come. and they hope mildly in this fantastical passive way that even though they did nothing to make anyone aware or encourage reciprocity, that someone will come, but nobody does because nobody knows. and then they go to sleep and it's the next day and they just have to live it. And I think that's honestly way sadder, so it's easier to just say some damn IDIOT handed out FLYERS for their PARTY and made a damn ASS of themselves but it's STILL VERY SAD because they made an EFFORT. psychologically speaking. but I would say most of us are just fucked but unwilling to admit it, because to allude to this is to allude to an approximate knowledge of it, so we choose instead to accept this language in a storyline as a direct parallel to something that might occur in real life. But it is a bit naive to expect this event is a one-to-one of things that do actually happen. Which is why if it ever did happen in real life, it would be safe to become "the joker" over it. But not many people actually do become the joker. They just love the idea of something like this happening to them. Because it would give them permission to finally become the joker. But most of us can't become the joker because we don't actually invite everyone to our party and nobody comes. We don't even vividly hallucinate we invited everyone to our party so that we can get mad later that nobody comes. We just sort of don't do it. Consciously. And that means we can't become the joker. Anyway I would recommend at least trying to invite everyone to your party first, and then seeing if nobody comes, so you can become the joker later if nobody comes. And if somebody comes then problem fucking solved my maaaan. Problem solved. Fucking A

Its a metaphor for the drive through

only 8 dollars and 12 cents huh? What the fuck was Odysseus problem then

there was road work

I desire a version of this story set in America though and just getting completely fucking lost.

forever slightly agonised about being the only person who knows the tiny subtle differences between me and the others in my system. sure there are are ton of obvious major differences but I'm talking the TIIIINY THINGS. the way different people Blink. or open bottle lids. or fidget. or BREATHE. all these little intricacies and only someone within the system OR an absolute Crazyhead Obsessive Freako would ever pick up on any of it

if you knew my crew better than anyone else on earth you'd be able to tell who is who entirely from which facial muscles are taut or relaxed. wild stuff

i think the angriest ive ever made someone on reddit was when they used an emoji while arguing and i said "What is this tiny yellow picture"

we’re up all night to get yucky

trans people don't need to hear your justifications for still enjoying harry potter in 2026 stop looking for forgiveness where you're not going to get it