the REAL lasting side effect of having been a les mis fan on this site in 2013 is never being able to watch Valjean’s Confession again without thinking “ aw yeah , storytime with papa-in-law”
“the CEO doesnt want to run that kind of website” Excuse, shouldnt have bought the ‘go nuts show nuts whatever’ website if thats the case. APPEAL DENIED
“we have to follow the TOS of the appstores we’re hosted on” Excuse item one, no you dont, item two, you have since those days implimented infrastructure that would allow pornography and sex work on this platform Without violating TOS of any applicable app store. APPEAL DENIED
“we own the site we get to make the rules” Incorrect, this site has only ever made profit when the users willed it. we collectively own the site as a hive mind and no legal change in ownership will change that. APPEAL DENIED
“we have to keep this website safe for the children who use it” Argument based on fallacybanning pornography and sex workers does not prevent pornography and sex work from occuring on the site, it only forces aforementioned users to hide and avoid labling their content appropriately, which REDUCES the safety for children and sex workers alike instead of increasing it, this has been shown to the point that making this argument at all is tantamount to admiting fascist intent APPEAL DENIED
Reblog it. I want this to be on Tumblr radar by end of the week, i want my notes to be useless from the discourse, i want every single person on Tumblr to have seen this post at some point
haha ❤️ hilarious post my friend! *eyes narrow and my face goes stone serious* but it does not resonate with my own ideological schema, so i shall not be reblogging it
Gamers this has been on my mind for a while, and I’ve been Going Through It so I can’t thoughtfully articulate it yet but: the little things can, and absolutely will, save you.
It’s noticing the bunny in the yard eating dandelions one by one. It’s buying lemonade from eager kids at a stand using change scrounged from the center console of your car. It’s enjoying the smell of hot pavement steaming after a brief summer rain. It’s taking a breath that feels fuller and more satisfying than usual.
It’s painstakingly training your brain to notice the small but rampant string of good things woven through every single day. It’s that same kind of training that you have to do in order to undo the years of anxious patterns that have been ruthlessly hammered into the soft pathways of your mind.
I don’t know how to connect the two dots, but the connection is there. I know it’s there because something as silly as the satisfying crunch of a knife cutting a crisp grilled cheese sandwich in half has meant the difference between hanging on and panicking during a stressful day.
I can’t explain how the many small things I did and asked for and noticed over YEARS finally coalesced into something solid and real and steadying but they did. I’m not saying that petting the one patch of fur between your pets ears that’s a little softer than any other spot is going to cure your depression tomorrow.
But I’m suggesting that when you stitch it together with a thousand other things from a thousand other days, it might just rescue you from the one day in your future that would have destroyed you otherwise.
i cannot emphasize enough how much elon musk is very much not killing twitter on purpose. he is not that smart. you are giving him too much credit. he makes cars that melt. a few weeks ago a billionaire imploded several other billionaires and himself in the ocean because of this same brand of born-rich brainworms. destroying a social media site because of a petty, long held grudge over his paypal co-founders not letting him rename that to “X” is not a stretch.
Cillian Murphy talking about Oppenheimer: yeah it’s a good movie :)
Ryan Gosling talking about Barbie: After working on this movie for so long I can only perceive the world in shades of pink… when I look at my reflection in the mirror, Ken is waving back at me…. he has Ken-sumed me, mind, body and soul….
I just can’t get over this, in the age of search engines, the idea of a single letter as your brand is so unfathomably stupid.
Like how do you not get that using a single letter makes you basically unsearchable and unbrandable? You cannot copyright a single letter of the alphabet???
This looks like the poster for a period romance film in which a serious, workaholic professor meets a cheerful, pink loving lady who shows him how to have fun in life.
edit: If someone writes a fanfiction about this please tag me I wanna read it
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