i'm worth five dollars?

today is the 3 year anniversary of breonna taylors murder at the hands of police. as a reminder, she was killed in a no knock swat raid. the warrant for this raid was provided under false pretenses, as the police officers lied about the suspect of their investigation having packages delivered to her house. none of the officers have been charged.

four years.

"I felt like I was spamming you so I stopped" girl if I could download every thought you've ever had as a PDF I'd read that shit start to finish. Spam me more. I want to hear what you have to say.

"crowley is always doing little favors for aziraphale, when is aziraphale going to do something for him" oh dont worry, pouting and pleading looks and puppy dog eyes and an adoring smile afterward is definitely doing something for crowley. i can promise you that

omg yes. listen. listen to me. i am holding your face gently in my hands. listen to what i am saying to you. crowley wants to be loved for who he is. no look at me listen he has been cast out and left behind and abandoned first by heaven and then by hell. nobody, ever, on either side of this cosmic conflict, has appreciated him. aziraphale adores him. aziraphale trusts him. aziraphale understands him, likes him, wants to spend time with him, asks crowley for little favors and then looks at him with SO MUCH LOVE when crowley humors him. are you listening? aziraphale's gestures aren't as grand and loud as crowley's but they're there. does the holy water scene mean nothing to you? does the magic act that could have cost him his life mean nothing to you? remember he did that to get crowley out of trouble with Mrs. H? and everytime he tells him he's good, and kind? misguided, yes but his intention is never to annoy crowley or to get him in trouble - to aziraphale, being called good is just about the best thing in the world, it's all he strives to be. he's literally constantly telling crowley how wonderful he thinks he is. yes most of the time crowley doesn't want to hear it and aziraphale needs to learn that this is not the best way to show crowley how m- HEY no don't look away from me. aziraphale has a lot to learn but he's so READY to learn, look at him, he's been allowing this demon to argue with him and influence him and help him to change and grow at every corner because he has trusted him more than he has trusted heaven since even before the job act! are you still listening yes okay good because i'm almost done but listen the most important thing. they both do for each other. constantly. is giving each other trust and companionship and a place to belong unconditionally.

5x04 / 15x18

i love being well adjusted :')

still really normal over here how about you guys? :)

The Children... How will they be able to heal and find peace after everything they've witnessed with their own eyes? We are horrified by the footage of decapitated and dismembered children in gaza but what about the other kids who survived and saw their siblings/ friends/ neighbors like this? How will they forget?

The number of terrified, shivering Palestinian children breaks my heart. Do everything you can to stop this genocide!

The caption reads: The Children cannot bear it anymore 💔

my toxic xennial trait is that i believe something should either be software (in which case after i download it i shouldn't need to be connected to use it) or a web page (which shouldn't require me to download anything to use it, however badly, in a browser). fuck your mandatory single function constant connection apps

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#that inn is gonna be horrendous

mrsalt gave me the idea ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ idk this is silly haha but it was fun to draw (:

a small child came into the café today and asked to buy a chocolate truffle. he tapped a credit card on the reader and it did not go through, mainly because it was not a credit card but in fact a junior cinema pass. i gently explained he couldn't use that to buy things in shops and he looked so gutted that i was like "...but just this once you can have it for free, don't tell my boss though" he said thank you and walked out with his truffle and as he went i heard him chuckling to himself and saying "yes..... yes!!!!!" like the sickos comic

“I hope this email finds you well”

First of all the only emails that ever find me well are from AO3

crazy to think that bram stoker, of all people, could envision a jonathan harker who is both a tragic gothic heroine pining in distress in dracula's castle and having panic attacks in the street after he leaves the hospital he thinks he was in for a nervous breakdown and a badass action hero with a big honking knife whose wife thinks he's super hot, but 125 years later modern society like, cannot get on his level.

#when bram stoker said he had a woman's heart he meant that he knew it was as sexy for dudes to be weak as it was for them to be strong #but the world wasn't ready for him.... (op's tags)

English added by me :)

the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

Is the "ma'am, please, don't assume I'm heterosexual" faces for me.