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A couple nights ago, about 2 a.m., once we've turned off the lights and are in bed and everything:

(At the same time)
Him (😘): Hey sweetie—
Me (🤨): Hey—

Him: What were you going to say?

Me (😅): Oh no, you first, I'm curious.

Him: 'I love you.'

Me (😫😫): 'Be honest, would you bang a murloc?'

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I honestly don't care if it looks like I'm unfriendly or not with the times, I use "proper" capitalization and punctuation because when I was being moody circa 2003 I would go to zero on both as a clear sign that I was upset. That stylistic choice doesn't just fade away with time. It haunts a person.

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and : a refugee of the impending Tumblr user apocalypse, I'm all about a bunch of fandoms: , , /#MCU, , , and dozens of incidental smaller ones. I'm also big on , , , and laughing at memes. (I may need reminders about using camel case on hashtags because I'm used to Tumblr/Twitter but looking forward to yelling with fellow fans.)

“shitty country cant take care of its elderly population” would make a better headline

People who think they're the moral arbiters of what's allowable in fanworks really need a reality check, ugh.

once saw an antivaxxer suggest that instead of vaccines we just create an inert version of the virus and use that to let our bodies train to fight off the real thing

you know what? sure. let's try that.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver 

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Why would you call it Neapolitan when you could've called it "thrice cream"? 🤔

It’s not a proper reboot unless it’s gayer than the original.

Always bitter about the books that so many people might have loved if they hadn't been required to read them in school and "learn them" in a specific way.

In 11th grade I needed a personal reading book for class and didn't have one on me, so I borrowed a copy of The Things They Carried from a shelf in the classroom, not realizing that we would end up studying it later in the year. I read it on my own schedule and absolutely loved it. It's still one of my favorite books.

Down at the ren fair spreading black plague to lend it authenticity

Less than two weeks 'til I hope to have this rewrite posted, so this is the perfect time to rearrange a bunch of sentences, right?

capitalists: there is no such thing as a free lunch

Black Panthers: ... hold my free lunch

Being privileged and disadvantaged at the same time 

It's really not that hard to understand that you can be disadvantaged and privileged at the same time.

I am disadvantaged by a disabling chronic illness that's taken much of my life away from me. But privileged by my partner and I being in a comfortable financial position, something many disabled people don't have.

I'm disadvantaged by being a woman, but privileged by being a white cis woman. I still experience oppression (sexism, patriarchy), but the oppression isn't as bad as that which a black trans woman will experience (sexism, patriarchy, transphobia and racism).

You don't lose anything by understanding your privilege. With some reflection and honesty, you can gain a better understanding of the intersections of different privileges and disadvantages, and how you can work harder, and be a better ally with others.

poll for people living in the US only, genuinely curious, feel free to boost 

Which of these do you have/use?

Reagan update: the motherfucker persists in being totally dead.

"Wait," he said, "you read fantasy? On your profile it said you read science fiction."
"I like to read both."
"That makes no sense, you either read one or the other."
She gave him a look.
"Are you serious? Genre matters much less than the quality of the story."

The children came to me with a concern. Something was wrong with the grass, trees and air.

I looked out the window, puzzled.

I followed them into the garden as they explained, pointing at... everything. I managed not to laugh. They didn't know better, and they had come here quite by accident.

"No, nothing is wrong," I promised, "Here in the future, seasonal forest fires just don't happen anymore. This is what fall is supposed to look like."

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