if you got an additional line of income that guaranteed your basic needs would be met, (notes below)

notes:

- the money can come from whatever source you'd like to imagine. UBI, sugar daddy, magically delivered in unmarked bills onto your dining table overnight by elves, blackmailing jeff bezos, wherever

- it will keep coming indefinitely

- basic needs: housing, food, medical care, clothes, a bit of disposable income, etc. You would not be rich, but you would have enough. It will rise with inflation and such, to have the same purchasing power as before, and will cover you and your dependents

- any money you earn at your job (or anywhere) is on top of the basic needs money. How much you get is not affected by how much you make elsewhere

- vacation doesn’t necessarily mean you go anywhere; you just don't need to go to work

Lmao get bodied racoon bois

1) Coruscant is built with buildings upon buildings upon buildings, so high that a lot of people have never seen sunlight in their life

2) there is absolutely no way that Coruscant’s building codes would allow that shit to be anything less than fireproof, especially the further down you go.

3) as seen by the lack of safety railings in high places, and the lack of covers on vats of acid or smelting equipment, and the fact that they freely brought space godzilla into the heart of fucking Coruscant...citizen and worker safety is generally not a big concern in the gffa

Conclusion: there is soooo much space asbestos in Coruscanti buildings, especially in the lower levels. Space mesothelioma must be a fucking epidemic among Coruscanti construction workers.

I submit Darth Vader is the most relatable SW villain for any adult:

Infuriated by teenaged daughter thwarting him (several times, then she gaslights him about it)

Obsessed with former manager who publicly owned him (twice)

Starts a fight in a staff meeting by trying to kill a coworker (who mocked his religion)

Kills someone over zoom with the force of his anger while having a totally normal conversation with someone else (who among us)

Makes perfectly reasonable offer to go in on the family business to son, sighs when son dramatically rejects it by falling off a building (not mad just disappointed)

Finally gets tired of boss, chucks him into a huge hole (so tired)

Dies from literal exhaustion (see: tired)

Annoys former direct report in the afterlife (while getting to look young again)

"ew why don't you leave the south, it's so regressive and racist" that's america, my dude. you are describing all of america, and if i have to live here, i am gonna stay in the south.

i did more for my community volunteering with mutual aid organizations and putting together my own fundraiser for queer Appalachians than any enlightened yankee transplant hula-hooping on our capitol steps did. that isn't me bragging on myself, it's me saying in no uncertain terms that i know none of you give a shit about us.

everytime i make the mistake of talking about my desire to move even further out of the TN valley and go to the mountains some silicon valley motherfucker who moved here so their tech start-up could take advantage of our abysmal tax code makes a face, or warns me about the people i've grown up around my whole life. fuck you! fuck your ass, bro!

every single time i help somebody jump their shitty 2001 altima in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart in Dekalb County or wherever the fuck, wearing my binder and a trans rights bumper sticker on my car, i do more to actually change shit here than Breathanie and her "queer friendly" yoga studio that's exclusively attended by rich cis whites.

west coast libertarians gargle my balls challenge

Thanksgiving hit like a wrecking ball this year, so here’s my one Extremely Unexpected Organization Tip that I discovered a few years ago and am still vaguely mad about:

If you have stuff you do on a daily/semi-daily basis, organize it like you would if you knew you were going to need someone who’s very rarely over at your house to take care of it for you for a week.

If you wouldn’t email a neighbor or your work-spouse and be like “Okay, the dog food is here, and the dog treats are over there, and the dog toys are here, here, and here, and the dog medication is hidden in yet another location--” then ideally you shouldn’t be inflicting that same situation on yourself. 

Pick a spot that makes sense and aggregate as much of the Task Stuff there as you can.  Doing that means that if you can’t find something, you’re checking one place first instead of five different places before trying to retrace your steps and remember which wrong place you left it in.  If you go to put something away, you’ve got one place you’re dumping everything instead of having to think about which of five places this particular thing goes.  It can also make it much more obvious if you need more of something, have too much of something, or will need to replace/repair something soon.

worst part of being into really upsetting movies is knowing that you can never in good conscience recommend them to anyone who isn’t also insane. like wow this is the best movie i’ve ever seen. time to not tell anyone about it ever

When you only know the show from the tumblr whump gifsets so your description of the premise just sounds like a whumpapedia entry

honestly if you followed me into the woods, what could happen? what could really happen. what's the worst that could happen babe just follow me into the woods it's whimsical

sometimes i catch myself thinking "but no, there's no way angeleyes will actually be a thing. harlan isn't like that."

then i think about the fact that he's a gay cowboy in w.bg and i think. actually, maybe he is

I genuinely think so many people have forgotten the fact of "there are no toxic fandoms, only toxic people".

When fandoms get big, of course the amount of people u want nothing to do with is also gonna get bigger.

Youre not meant to combat them. Youre not meant to talk about them and expose others to them.

Youre meant to block them at the first signs and continue to enjoy your experience interacting with other people.

Kill the weeds, don't let the seeds spread, reap your wheat and enjoy your bread.

enstarries love to classify characters as "most normal person in ___" but what about the joys of being weird. what's the weirdest thing your fave has done

I hate it when I'm driving through a neighborhood of what look like very reasonably-sized houses only to turn a corner and realize that the houses are actually huge because they're like 87% ass

One thing that’s important to me in Eddie Lives! Fix Its/AUs is that Eddie should have a shockingly dark sense of humor about it. Everyone should tip toe around it with him and then one day he just nonchalantly makes some super macabre joke about how he’s been dead and no one is quite sure what to do with that.

Sometimes he uses it as leverage, too. Guilts Wayne and his friends with the whole “when I was dying…” bit. And it works too.

the best thing about fanfiction, what's truly beautiful, is that you get to experience your favourite people fall in love so many ways, in so many lifetimes and universes

they will always find their way back to one another, unique each and every time

Apparently a pinned post is now necessary:

Hi. I am adult human who uses this space to write my own slice of life stuff in the midst of reblogging all kinds of whatnot. I have children (a mix of teens and adults as of this writing). They know I have this blog. They actively avoid and block it so I can have this space as my own.

It is one of the kindest, most loving things they can do in this constantly online hyper connected world. They’ve given me the digital version of a room of my own and I love it. In turn, I do not seek out their blogs or socials they have for interacting with their peers. It’s mutual respect and lovingly discussed boundaries.

So if you somehow recognize me on here and are friends with my kids? Respectfully, affectionately, please block me and carry on with your own internetting. Thank you.