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YOU ARE IMPORTANT. Even if you think you aren't important, you are to ME. And I'm hella important. Ergo, you are also hella important. A place for me to be me. Random shit every day. And, you know, also fandom. My ask is always open to you. tumblr, man. what even is it? Also, if you're young enough to wonder about it, I'm old enough to be your mom. Welcome to My Blog AO3: Eeyore9990
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I don't know why, but 2024 really is the year of missing the Hale Pack for me :(

I miss Derek having the chance to become a real alpha

I miss Erica and Boyd getting the chance to return to the pack and live

I miss snarky bastard uncle Peter in the corner

I miss getting to explore Isaac living with Derek and finding a home

I miss Pack Mom Stiles

Heck, I miss Jackson getting the chance to find a place where he belongs instead of being written off

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eevylynn

I wish all of them had been explored further and that Stiles had gotten to be the Hale Pack Emissary

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I'm turning 30 this month, and for some reason have become suddenly interested in material possessions. like what if,,,,,,,,my couch was nice. what if my sheets were nice. is this what happens to you??

I think a couple of things combine: you now have enough experience in the persistence of material objects to understand that if they don’t actively fail, they continue to define the shape of your material existence. The four stainless steel forks you randomly bought for your first place are now the forks you might, conceivably, have for the rest of your life.

You also have experience of the world around you. You realize, by comparison with your friends who like nice things, that your forks are shit. Incidentally, you also realise that despite having made choices that were defined by being broke or frugal, you do not actually get points for having shitty thin-handled forks that are annoying to use. You don’t get respect or appreciation or comfort or pleasure. After ten years of use out of $5 cutlery, you have inarguably gotten your money’s worth. You will get nothing else from them. You only get, forever, the experience of using shitty forks.

You have probably lived on your own for a few years now, perhaps even for more than a decade. Some items have fallen behind and been lost, thrown away, broken or failed; both others are still your companions. Depending on how nice they are, this is a source of comfort and frustration. Love to the hiking boots that have lasted! Affection and allegiance to the 20 year old band t-shirt! Disgust to the t-shirt bought last year that is sent to recycling for being so shit. Increasing admiration to the grand-grandmother’s mixing bowl, especially compared to the 2016 purchase of a mixing bowl that couldn’t handle the fast-paced lifestyle. Annoyance, disappointment and sorrow to smartphone case number 241, what the fuck. Smug pride in oneself for having the foresight, in an earlier house move, to splash out on a decent new mattress. As these items persist, you cannot help but notice that quality of materials/items is now obvious and visible, because you’ve spent more time with them. A 22-year old newly in possession of two knives - a cheap shitty kitchen knife and a good one they inherited - will have spent the same amount of time with both objects; when you’re 30, you’ve worked for 8 years with the good knife, while the cheap one (if you even recall ever having it) was thrown out in a fit of annoyance six years ago.

You have, at this point, in addition to using them, also handled and cleaned most of your possessions several times. You have realized, very materially and fundamentally, that you must care for these items for the rest of your lifespan, or theirs.

You are (possibly) out of the early desperate scramble to suddenly, instantly furnish an entire independent life (sheets, mattresses, winter coat, forks) with no money. This naturally led to restrictions on what you chose.

You are (possibly) out of the eaves of how you were raised. Many people spend their early twenties reconciling how they were raised with how they want to live. Perhaps you were raised to feel guilty for wanting things, such as toys or attention, which you later dutifully applied to things like education or new forks. Over time, you will have surprised yourself with how you met, identified, addressed, and reconciled these tensions from your upbringing; through conflict and resolution with parents/teachers/church/internet/social media, you have now arrived at what you have. If you had big things to confront, like coming out as queer, you may have thought this work was done. Now you suddenly find yourself confronting the weird beliefs you have that “you don’t NEED new forks” or “it’s bourgeois to want things” or “NOBODY spend £200 on HIKING BOOTS, what are you, rich?” And you might find yourself feeling like, well, actually, I’m grown-up and I hike and eat, actually.

So yes, I think that when you are 30 you are in the danger zone of getting a new couch.

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An anguished question from a Trump supporter: ‘Why do liberals think Trump supporters are stupid?’

Peni Delina Bedard · August 31, 2019  ·  The serious answer: Here’s what we really think about Trump supporters - the rich, the poor, the malignant and the innocently well-meaning, the ones who think and the ones who don’t… That when you saw a man who had owned a fraudulent University, intent on scamming poor people, you thought “Fine.” That when you saw a man who had made it his business practice to stiff his creditors, you said, “Okay.” That when you heard him proudly brag about his own history of sexual abuse, you said, “No problem.” That when he made up stories about seeing Muslim-Americans in the thousands cheering the destruction of the World Trade Center, you said, “Not an issue.” That when you saw him brag that he could shoot a man on Fifth Avenue and you wouldn’t care, you chirped, “He sure knows me.” That when you heard him illustrate his own character by telling that cute story about the elderly guest bleeding on the floor at his country club, the story about how he turned his back and how it was all an imposition on him, you said, “That’s cool!” That when you saw him mock the disabled, you thought it was the funniest thing you ever saw. That when you heard him brag that he doesn’t read books, you said, “Well, who has time?” That when the Central Park Five were compensated as innocent men convicted of a crime they didn’t commit, and he angrily said that they should still be in prison, you said, “That makes sense.” That when you heard him tell his supporters to beat up protesters and that he would hire attorneys, you thought, “Yes!” That when you heard him tell one rally to confiscate a man’s coat before throwing him out into the freezing cold, you said, “What a great guy!” That you have watched the parade of neo-Nazis and white supremacists with whom he curries favor, while refusing to condemn outright Nazis, and you have said, “Thumbs up!” That you hear him unable to talk to foreign dignitaries without insulting their countries and demanding that they praise his electoral win, you said, “That’s the way I want my President to be.” That you have watched him remove expertise from all layers of government in favor of people who make money off of eliminating protections in the industries they’re supposed to be regulating and you have said, “What a genius!” That you have heard him continue to profit from his businesses, in part by leveraging his position as President, to the point of overcharging the Secret Service for space in the properties he owns, and you have said, “That’s smart!” That you have heard him say that it was difficult to help Puerto Rico because it was in the middle of water and you have said, “That makes sense.” That you have seen him start fights with every country from Canada to New Zealand while praising Russia and quote, “falling in love” with the dictator of North Korea, and you have said, “That’s statesmanship!” That Trump separated children from their families and put them in cages, managed to lose track of 1500 kids, has opened a tent city incarceration camp in the desert in Texas - he explains that they’re just “animals” - and you say, “Well, OK then.” That you have witnessed all the thousand and one other manifestations of corruption and low moral character and outright animalistic rudeness and contempt for you, the working American voter, and you still show up grinning and wearing your MAGA hats and threatening to beat up anybody who says otherwise. What you don’t get, Trump supporters in 2019, is that succumbing to frustration and thinking of you as stupid may be wrong and unhelpful, but it’s also…hear me…charitable. Because if you’re NOT stupid, we must turn to other explanations, and most of them are less flattering.

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spikedluv

I’m sure I reblogged this before, but it’s well worth reblogging again.

SO WELL SAID! 👍

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Obi-Wan's shit eating smirk is EVERYTHING.

Every second of Obi-Wan's life from the beginning of time to after his death has been shaped and influenced by the Force. He's seen things some of the greatest Jedi Masters in history - some Sith Lords - couldn't conceive of. He's stood on a planet that was the Force, he's trained the son of the Force and embodiment of the Force's destiny, he's currently staring right at the grandson of the Force. He's spent years in hiding because his only hope was Luke's destiny, and now that destiny is in motion, proving his hope wasn't vain. He can feel the hum of every life in the universe on his skin, in his mind, in his heart. He can touch the fabric of the universe and has been doing it practically daily since he was a toddler. He has lost EVERYTHING and EVERYONE to the gigantic cosmic clash of the agents of light and darkness and yet he's still fighting because he knows the Force so well that he's sustained by the knowledge that good will prevail.

AND THIS GALACTIC IDIOT

WHOSE WOOKIE BFF WAS FRIENDS WITH YODA

WHO IS TRANSPORTING GENERAL OBI-WAN KENOBI AND THE SON OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER TO MEET WITH LEIA ORGANA

IN THE MOST FATED ENCOUNTER OF THEIR TIMES SINCE OBI-WAN AND ANAKIN'S

IS TELLING LUKE SKYWALKER

IN FRONT OF OBI-WAN KENOBI

THAT THE FORCE IS HOGWASH

Obi-Wan is DYING this is the most fun he's had since the early days of the Clone Wars the trip was worth it for this moment alone

Someone help him

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roach-works

when you're young it's incredibly annoying how old people smirk condescendingly at you for making totally reasonable statements about self-evident truths

when you're old the reason you're smirking condescendingly is because the alternative is laughing hysterically and if you do that too much the adorable children don't drive you places when you want them to

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hbmmaster

xkcd fans are the only fandom I've had direct experience with where people do the stereotypical nerdy fan thing of referring to installments of the thing they like by their release order numbers instead of their titles

like I've never heard anyone just say "the simpsons season 7 episode 21" without also saying the episode title but I have heard people say "xkcd 2501" without also saying the title of the xkcd

Yeah, we shouldn't expect everyone to know every comic by heart. The average internet user probably only knows 1053 and 936.

and 2501, of course.

Of course!

sigh

hold on

xkcd 1053:

xkcd 936:

and of course, xkcd 2501:

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k9effect

Reblog for a larger sample size!

No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

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phoenix

And just like that, the booping was over.

We stood around, looking at each other, not quite knowing what to do with ourselves at first.

After many moments of silence, one by one, and slowly at first, we all put down our weapons, solemnly nodded to the rest, and went our separate ways. None of us knew if we'd ever see each other again after that one wild day, but we knew we'd never forget the friendships we made. No matter how life changed us, we'd always have the day we booped.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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eeyore9990

And now, instead of a cat paw, I can only boop you with a heart and a rebloog. I suppose those will have to suffice.

(But never fear: it is a SUPER HEART and an 😈evil rebloog😈)

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swordswaltz

do you boop your paw at us, sir?

i do boop my paw, sir

do you boop your paw at us, sir?

is the law of our side if i say aye?

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delphinidin4

No, sir, I do not boop my paw at you sir; but I boop my paw, sir.

Do you quarrel, sir?

Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a cat as you.

This can't hide in the replies... everyone needs to see this

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I've recently been subjected to the first two X-Men movies and I literally cannot stop thinking about what a shitshow professor x's academy for mutant babies is as an actual school.

there's no way they're accredited, right? there are four teachers (three post-X2, RIP) and three of them were raised by the fourth. you clearly don't need any actual teaching credentials to work there other than a mutation and nepotism. I don't believe any of these people have a degree in the subjects they're teaching, let alone in education or human development. there appears to be a total lack of counseling services available, despite the fact that most of the student body are apparently runaways who all face heavy society discrimination. did Rogue get any support after she was kidnapped and almost killed by Magneto in the first movie or did Xavier just give her brain zappies until she was functional again.

there's no way in hell a "diploma" from the charles xavier institute for genetically anomalous youth is worth anything on a college application. do all of these kids end up having to get a GED if they want to have a prayer of accessing higher education? do they receive any support for that?

also did I mention there are four adults in this entire school. in X2 they all take off on the same night and leave the kids in the care of Logan, a famously unstable man who freaked out and stabbed a student last time he visited. it would have been lethal if it was anyone but Rogue. also in X2 half the student body has to flee in the night in their pajamas with no one to take care of them but a teenage Colossus and the adults just. do not feel the need to follow up on that. because they're busy dealing with the stupid plot du jour.

the entire setup seems like a massive lawsuit waiting to happen; while we the audience obviously know that there's nothing malicious happening to the kids (except for mutant terrorists and trained mercenaries alike regularly infiltrating the school) you have to admit that an unlicensed group home for children, some of whom are very young, masquerading as a school and staffed entirely by people with no real credentials to speak of is a pretty bad look. I think genuinely any parent would have a pretty strong case for a lawsuit here and it wouldn't even necessarily be mutantphobic of them to do it, although of course anyone with an anti-mutant agenda could have a field day here. genuinely I have to assume that the only way they've avoided it this long is Xavier lobotomizing anyone who tries it, which is so cool and normal.

at the end of X3 the student population appears to be larger than ever, which in the final scenes is framed as a heartwarming triumph: despite terrible losses, the school's doors will stay open.

unfortunately inside those doors Storm is the only faculty member remaining, two of the other three having been turned into confetti by the third before she committed Wolverine-assisted suicide. Wolverine looks like he might be sticking around, which is great if you need something stabbed but not tremendously helpful re: Storm's terrible staffing shortage; at best I'd say Logan is MAYBE equipped to run gym class.

also, hey, while I'm at it? how does this place function. like, on a day to say level. the building is large, a lot of people live here. who keeps it clean? who's preparing food for all those kids three times a day? who's keeping the grass trimmed and the grounds looking so stately? I know damn well it wasn't the four (RIP) teachers who are all busy trying to run classes for everyone from teenagers to young children. what the fuck is going on here.

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eeyore9990

Listen, when cut-backs happen, teachers make do, okay?

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just hold the boop button down until it does the spinning thing about 4 times then it turns evil when you send. Just another way to send besides regular and super really.

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So apparently this only works on the actual website and let me tell you, I've been mobile-only so long, I have no idea how to work the website!

So just know... I'm evil booping EVERYONE. With my brain! >:D

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I am three months away from completing my degree, two months from completing a "must do" course for work that requires me to go sit in a room every teacher work day (instead of doing teacher work), and one month from my students taking their big state test. To say that I am filled all the way up with stress is an understatement.

But these boops are making me so happy. Thanks, tumblr.com.

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