We prefer to be called "Book Lovers" not freaks.

this is a typo in a textbook written by the professor of this class, it cost me $105, i will be sharing with the world

sorry kids daddy lost all his money betting on rhinoceros beetle fights again there won't be a christmas this year

asking questions so stupid not even google's broken AI has anything to say about it

Lusamine in Pokémon Evolutions: The Eclipse

Yeah that tracks

That glimpse of Sam's phone broke my damn heart. Her life is empty. She moved to a new country at 18 for wizard school, so doesn't have her familial support system close by. She is wildly charismatic, but in a blinding way. She's so sweet and nice, she gets overlooked. She had a twitch following that grew to her own TV show, but the people who should care about her as part of their paycheck just see her as a burden. She talks a lot about all these celebs, but not about specifics. It's all surface level. Her whole life is surface level. I know the "T2 does everything" is a bit, but it's a bit that is also so sad. The only being in her life trying to help her succeed is a little pig. He don't even got hands man.

I want Evan and Sam to live together, in whatever relationship the cast decides on, because Sam needs someone who knows her. Who isn't so awed by her they can't give feedback. Who won't fold because she's charming. Who won't see her magnetism as a resource to exploit. And who cares that she's all right.

i think 'I trust you with my life but not your own' as a trope is one of the ones that can always fuck me up no matter what

"I trust you with my life because you are good and kind and noble--I know you will not hesitate to do everything in your power to save me.

I do not trust you with your own life because you are good and kind and noble--I know you would not hesitate to sacrifice yourself to save me."

THAT is where it's at!!!!!

My theory is that if by some magical bullshit they turn Tabby into a person down the road, Aabria is already prepared to pull out a chair and bring Carlos Luna to the table as a full player character.

peace and love on my dash this afternoon

A master to his action-hero trainee says, "Your movements are sloppy. You lack awareness of your body when you fight. Your hands move and yet you do not hold them in your mind's eye. Come. We will remedy this."

And then the master paints his trainee's fingernails and orders the trainee to complete a series of complicated tasks without smudging the nail polish.

Trainee grumbles that this is stupid when the first set of tasks is just cleaning the dojo. Within two minutes he reaches for the dustpan and knocks the edge of his pinky nail against it in a way he's never noticed before. He's staring at the baby blue smudge and suddenly he understands things differently.

There's a montage of days passing as he fetches water, chops wood, hoes crops, washes clothes. His nails are a different color during each cut. He's sprinting up the mountain with a fresh wet pedicure and the master is nodding in approval. The master's nails are flawless tech art.

He's reached his final assessment and it's a sparing match against his master. The air smells of acetone. His and the master's nails are all freshly painted. He must land a blow on the master with his mani and pedi fully intact.

Suns and moons pass. Streak in the ring finger. Smudge on the pinky. A full-handed block at the cost of three nails of paint. A hit on his master, and he hoots in delight until the master points out the unguarded toe whose polish is now streaked across the master's robe.

Days pass in frustration and exhaustion. By day 40, he has every digit of his acutely in his mind's eye. He senses the master's attack, ducks, dodges, all fingers all toes all himself, aware, and he strikes with his wooden sword.

It connects with the master. The master pauses. The trainee raises his left hand into view--5 digits of flawless sunflower yellow. His left foot. His right foot. And finally his right hand, raised in triumph.

The master smiles. "You have passed. I have just one more technique to teach you."

The technique is how to draw little flowers into the nail art. So really this one is optional.

there are worst things

adhd paralysis sucks bcuz im just sitting there and my brain is like

YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME

no work done no rest gained. literally no point of this at all

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good work everyone

“Johann Scheff, trans lady SW arrested in 1932 for nicking women’s clothes from a department store in Berlin.” We’ve always been here. Not even book burnings can truly erase it.

we’ve always been here. committing misdemeanors

I’m glad they let her wear her gay little hat for one pic

2024 is a terrible year to be a henchman. The word "minion" is barely usable and you can't even say "goon" anymore.