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brevoortformspring answered:
Ignorance.
This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!
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oh my god do people here like toto’s africa ironically? but… i genuinely love it. jt’s so good.
Reblog if u genuinely love Africa by toto
I broke my Tumblr silence to reblog this.
THE PRISON OF FORGETTING // a short story about the trauma of remembering and the horror of forgetting
If this story isn’t making sense, try reloading the page or pressing the reset button on the nearest reality manipulation station. :)
PS: New book of postcard stories on Kickstarter!
DC’s Beach Blanket Bad Guys Summer Special #1 - “Help” (2018)
written by Jeff Loveness
art by David Williams & Steve Buccellato
Your future self is talking shit about you
I’m talking shit about me too she ain’t special
In one episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine, they talk about how trans people have it difficult in prison. In the very next episode the sentence “Nothing is more attractive in a woman than the clear absence of a penis” is uttered.
It’s almost like B99 is a show made by liberals for liberals and its progressiveness is entirely performative.
Just want to point out since the post kind of glosses over the fact that the last sentence is uttered ironically by a gay character who is trying to pass as straight to distract a guard at a women’s prison. The running joke is that he believes straight people are transphobic and homophobic, so when he tries to pretend to be one, he acts that way. The joke is, no one around him acts like what he’s saying is off, making further commentary on how transphobic and homophobic our society is.
tumblr taking things out of context to vilify something good? its more likely than you think
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“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site
EDIT!!!: THE WRITER’S NEW URL IS ohdionne!!! Please credit her instead of facingthewaves! (See please that facingthewaves is empty now, no posts and no customization!)
