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fidjiefidjie · 18 days
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Petit jeu 🦜 🏀 🦜entre amis !
Source: Tik Tok
👋 Bel après-midi
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misforgotten2 · 1 year
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Better than the Pol Pot Brand Shoes
Parents Magazine   1953
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fairycosmos · 2 years
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the thing with losers like ricky gervais is that they are obsessed with two deeply flawed yet deliciously self aggrandizing narratives: the first being that “the world’s gone mad” because they read half assed tweets made to manufacture outrage online and they think they are a reflection of how things work in actuality, and the second being that any criticism of their work or personal beliefs is a form of censorship. the concept of being told to fuck off is so foreign to them that they truly think it makes them victims of some overly PC state; they are wilfully stuck in this completely hypothetical rendering of reality that frames them as the underdogs - these poor little 60 year millionaire males in comedy who are being witch hunted for no good reason. 
they believe this as they sit counting their money and getting netflix deals so they can spout transphobia to millions left right and centre, as their voices and their rhetoric are quite literally being enthusiastically platformed to the masses via mainstream media. it is the exact opposite of all of this so-called silencing and policing that they piss and moan about constantly, and the failure to recognize that is just so fucking typical of this exact brand of masturbatory egotistical cunt.  they are not scathing societal commentators the way they so desperately want to be, they are every teenager screaming slurs at strangers on xbox live, they are every insufferable middle aged man that tells quote unquote offensive jokes at parties to get a reaction out of people. and it is so fucking terminally boring 
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"Push off home... push off home... push off... "We've always encouraged Polly to join in the conversation..."
The Bulletin, April 8, 1972
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olganmwriter · 4 months
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#TuesdayBookBlog The Disposable Soma. Book 1 in The Disposable Soma Trilogy by Zeb Haradon
Hi, all: I bring you a book by an author I’ve read and reviewed before, and he keeps surprising me, I can tell you that. The Disposable Soma by Zeb Haradon The Disposable Soma (Book 1 in The Disposable Soma Trilogy) by Zeb Haradon. The year is 2164 and politics has become unrecognizable. Democrats have become conservative, Republicans have become liberal, and an upstart party called the…
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writerofweird · 8 months
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I Want An Aviary
You know what would be really nice,So I wouldn’t be alone,If I had a lot of birds,An aviary in my home, You see, I’m a very sporty type,And I often like to run,And I think doing so with an ostrich,Would be a lot of fun, And when I’m feeling peckish,And I want some fish and chips,I’ll get some seagulls to share it with,Without taking any trips, With a lot of parrots,I’ll have a…
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stoboutte · 9 months
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weaknders · 11 months
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what u looking at 👀
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grushenko · 1 year
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justaholeinmysoul · 2 years
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I think that the scariest things in the world is a young white European person (already losing their all identity bc they don't talk to older people nor care about their culture) talking like a sjw gringo Google translate with no context nor knowledge just an ignorant parrot full of hate pretending to be smartest than the average Joe because they "learnt it from Americans on twitter. "
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fidjiefidjie · 2 months
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🦜 Bêtise 😁 du jour 👫
Source: Yves Brette
👋 Bel après-midi
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misforgotten2 · 2 years
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“Are . . . are you . . . God?”
The Adventures of Pinochio  by C. Collodi - Retold by Shirley Goulden  Illustrated by Libico Maraja   1958
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homunculus-argument · 6 months
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All art is derivative - you don't come up with a good story by sitting down and deciding to write the most unique story that has not been influenced by anything else you've ever read or heard. A good story is a patchwork - a collage, a quilt - of different elements you picked up from somewhere, that happened to nicely click together like pieces of a puzzle.
Today I told my boyfriend of something I saw online - a tiktok of some midwestern gothic country musician whose name I unfortunately don't remember, who explained some Spooky Midwest Phenomenon: the infamous "hey". It's when you're alone in the woods, and hear a distinctly human but not quite human voice from somewhere, clearly saying hey, clearly addressing you. And people have sworn on their life that they've heard it, this disembodied voice saying hey. And that's spooky as hell.
But this guy had a theory - one that he was very confident on: It's crows. Crows are highly intelligent, are great vocal mimics the same way that parrots are, and they've got a wicked sense of humour. It's actually really likely that the local crows have learned to mimic a human voice saying "hey", and they're now doing that on purpose in order to fuck with people. Which is 100% something that crows would do for fun.
My boyfriend remarked that the crows have learned to do the same thing to humans as humans do with those deer call flutes - imitating their vocalisations on purpose. And that connected my mind somewhere else. Those deer call things are used for hunting, you're not just trying to mess with deers' heads for fun, you're trying to lure them somewhere. And remember that other story about crows that form bonds with local wolf packs, spotting large game from the air and guiding the wolves to the right direction, in order to be the first birds at the carcass?
What if instead of just finding the prey, they could lure the game into a good point of ambush?
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apas-95 · 5 months
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tumblr is fundamentally the 'hey op wtf does this mean' website. much of the good, classic examples of tumblr humour are from a specific source - inside jokes and insider terminology being spread outside their sphere, and being received by those not in-the-know as simple comedic absurdism.
in this same manner, tumblr is very susceptible to reactionary sentiments, because the userbase's response to seeing something they don't understand is to laugh and repeat it - which is how a thousand fandom bloggers reblogged a Super Funny screenshot of a channer with a racially-categorised folder of peoples' selfies he collected, using 4chan's homegrown slur for arabic people, 'kebabs', and just blithely laughed along at how silly it was, guessing about which nation such a non-sequitur could possibly be referring to; or how 'reject modernity, embrace tradition' became a casual utterance, because tumblr users just gormlessly parroted a phrase they saw that sounded funny, without giving even two seconds of thought to it; or how 'la creatura' proliferated so much despite its origins being such an absurdly racist image that the average tumblr user might not even be able to identify half the different bigotries at play.
tumblr is a website where, beyond simply not caring to look into things they don't understand, the userbase takes pride in not understanding things, they take not understanding things they oppose to be a sign of moral purity, and they rely on not understanding things they like as a singular source of humour. it is a website where using the word 'transmisogyny' elicits a response of 'none of these words are in the bible'; and using the word 'troon' elicits 'haha what does that even mean it sounds like a teletubby #reblog'.
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cyborg-franky · 3 months
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Hello!! I love your writing so much 🫶
Could we get a Marco x very tall reader like 8ft+? I hope you're having a good day :)
Ah thank you! I am glad you like it <3
Marco x GN Reader SFW
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He’s used to being one of the shortest members of the crew, only Ace is shorter than him [and most of the nurses] He doesn’t have a complex about it, he’s too laid back to care about such a silly thing.
Marco does, however, like to be the smaller one in the relationship for once. He basks in the affection of you coming up behind him, wrapping arms around him, and resting your chin on the top of his head. He sighs, happy, and leans into your touches.
He wouldn’t ever tell anyone but he feels precious when you have to lean down and kiss his forehead or he has to tip-toe to meet your lips.
You are glad he doesn’t care about the height difference, he never makes you feel bad about it. 
Doesn’t make it a thing.
Alot of people in the past have made you feel like a monster being so tall or felt emasculated. Marco still treats you like you are the smallest and most perfect bean. The way he holds you at night, running hands down your sides, peppering your cheeks and nose with kisses. The way he gazes at you with his half-lidded eyes and smiles.
The phoenix likes feeling snug in the arms of an equally strong mate and he sleeps to well in your arms.
He also likes he can land on your arm in harpy form, sitting there like he’s a parrot, enjoying being close to you and surveying everything.
You make little jokes about him being shorter and he takes it all in good humour. Sometimes he gives you cute ‘short’ nicknames like ‘his little bird’ ‘small bean’ ‘tiny’ because you both get a kick out of the silly irony.
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blingblong55 · 9 months
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Great protector- Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Based on a request:
Sooo forgive me if this makes you uncomfy or anything and please feel free to ignore this. I just officially had my leg amputated after a bad accident last year and I'm really struggling. Can I please request some Ghost comfort where he comforts reader who just had something similar?thank you so much for some niceness in these hard times
GN!Reader, loss of limb angst, platonic!relationship, fluff
After some great explosion during a mission, you sustained injuries that led to having your right leg amputated. For months on end, you were in the hospital, recovering and coming to terms with it all.
Through thick and thin your battle buddy, Ghost was there. All the doctor appointments, therapy sessions, night terrors and bad mental health days. He was the comfort your new life needed. The mornings were the worst, that's when you were all alone and he was not in reach. Price and the others did visit, but it was he who had the permission to be around always.
You eventually were honourably discharged and moved to a small flat. Ghost had then become your roommate, he went from living on base to living with you. Most nights he stayed up, waiting around in case you needed him.
Tonight was a difficult time, you were given a choice in the morning, a wheelchair or a prosthetic leg. You couldn't come to terms with being what you are, you called yourself a 'worthless member of society' You for days looked at your old uniform, wishing you could wear it once more and feel 'normal'.
After a much-needed alone time, your walls came crashing down, tears flowing as your sobs got louder. Ghost walks into your room, "Grim, what's wrong?" he sounded scared and concerned. You stayed silent, turning away from him so he didn't have to see this side of you anymore.
He sat beside you, hand holding your chin so you could look at him, "Please, Grim, please don't shut me out..what's wrong?" his voice low and soft. Gaze on yours as the tears blur your vision, "I'm tired, I... I don't feel normal..this isn't..me" your voice shaky, lips quivering. Your hands looking for the ghost of your now gone limb. He hugged you, for the first time since this all happened he hugged you. It wasn't an 'I have to do this' hug but more of an 'I want to do this...I need it too'.
He pulled back slightly, wiping away the tears with so much delicateness and care, it was such a foreign feeling to you both. "...I know it's hard...but think of it this way, you now can tell people a good story...and you can have new jokes..not like your usual shit ones.." Maybe he wasn't good with comfort but the way he tries and how he shows his care for you in his own way is beautiful. You chuckle a little, something he would add to his book of accomplishments.
"You don't like my jokes?"
"Not one fuckin' bit, Grim...like why include a parrot-"
"It's funny!"
He shakes his head and laughs a little. In some ways, you and him created a deep bond during this all, You see, before this all he was just your battle buddy and the lieutenant you had to obey and now you eat breakfast he made and at times are forced to listen to his stupid army humour.
It was strange, the way he had become your family and best friend in the whole world. He is your rock, a shoulder to cry on and the stand-up comedy he makes you watch from the sofa. Maybe life has different plans for you, At first the plan is cruel and heartless but it gives you more back. The missing limb gave you a loving friend, a gentle giant and a softie behind closed doors when you two watch some cartoon or romantic comedy and for his own sake please stop watching 'A walk to remember', he has to keep his cold-hearted reputation going.
A/N: I really hope you love it dear anon...wishing you the best during this time <3333
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