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im too much of a baby for tinder i wanna meet people the old fashioned way where we’re both on either side of a fish tank and notice each other thru the water…
Nobody:
OP trying to find love through a fish tank:
Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel made girls like me everywhere feel so empowered and like they can do anything in the world
Black people in 2018 saw themselves on screen as kings and warriors and engineers in black panther in the beginning of the year and later in the year as a teenaged superhero in miles morales in spiderverse
Love, Simon made LGBT people everywhere cry tears of joy over this movie that told us that everything will be OK and that we deserve a happy ending as much as anyone else
Latina people got to see themselves and their culture on the big screen in Coco with some of the most beautiful animation I have ever seen as well as some amazing music and emotions
It’s more than just a movie
It’s more than just a movie
Vanya: *coming towards Luther vulnerable and in desperate need of a hug and understanding*
Luther: *Shows sibling love her by choking her out and trapping her in a place that traumatized her as a child*
I think it’s important to recognize and discuss how superhero movies can function as military propoganda, but I also think it’s highly suspicious that this has suddenly become a major talking point around Marvel’s only female-led film when it’s hardly the first Marvel film this criticism applies to.
@oodlyenough your tags are too great:
quietly working together on your own projects in the same room as a form of intimacy.
from now on, by law, no one is allowed to ask me what i plan to do with my life or about my future plans. i’ve updated my privacy policy.
Admit you were wrong. Apologize. Understand that you’re fallible. You make mistakes. You hurt people. Apologize. That’s growth; understanding you did something wrong and working towards making things right.
Me talking to my cat after he knocks something off the counter
I wish i was rich enough that every time i see a post with someone asking for a little money to feed their family i could just buy them like a year’s worth of food
Class discussions are fun until u find out ur classmates are racists
u ever wake up and ur like wow i have like 70 more years of this that’s A Lot
Hi. I like a boy 🌻💕
Masha The Hero
They forgot the part where the ambulance actually stopped to let the cat in
oh good I was worried
What a good cat. What a kind cat. How can anyone not love cats they are so good and loving.
Have I ever told the story of how my mom almost died because a giant Gene Simmons burned down her apartment building?
I wanna hear! (I mean I’m really glad your mom is okay, but this sounds like an incredible story amd I can’t miss out.)
Okay, so when my mom was 19 and living in San Francisco, she broke off her engagement to this really sweet Belgian boy because was like “holy shit, I love girls” and moved into a shitty apartment in the student corner of town because rent was cheap and the people on the block were her kind of folks.
One morning, she gets home from work and it has just been the shittiest day ever because it was laundry day so she had to wear the clothes she hated most, the shift leader was talking about layoffs, and her car had literally exploded on the Golden Gate Bridge on the way home. She is exhausted and thinks to herself “well, at least this day can’t get worse”.
My mother later told me that uttering this sentence is like standing in front of god with your arms flung out screaming “whatca FUCKING GOT???”
She collapses in bed still in her most hated outfit and passes the fuck out.
On the bottom floor are a pair of art students who I could never quite confirm mom was quietly banging in her spare time, who were building a giant Gene Simmons statue out of scrapped denim jeans for their final project. Something about meta-symbolism. They had left a can of open turpentine by the statue and also an electrical outlet.
While no one was paying attention, the outlet sparked, the turpentine caught, and the 20foot tall Jean Simmons lit up like a goddamn fireworks show.
Mom wakes up to screaming and the sound of someone banging with all their might on every wall and door they pass in the hallway to alert the apartment dwellers of their impending fiery death. She is very tired. She hasn’t eaten in like two days. She can barely think. So she just kinda stumbles to the door. As she’s reaching it, she notices smoke coming out of her electrical outlet. Mom originally went to school for physics and mathematics before she dropped out, so she stops for a second and thinks to herself “wow, the smoke is exiting the outlet at a complete horizontal for a solid 6 inches before it starts to rise, there must be a lot of pressure buildup for that to……HOLY FUCK I NEED TO RUN” and just fucking books it out of the building.
She stands there on the ground with other students watching everything they own go up in smoke while Jean Simmons’ terrifying two story face laughs at them from behind the building. Mom says that she never got the smell of smoke and burning tar out of her most hated work outfit and eventually embraced that fact and burned them.
This is also the story of how my mother ended up homeless and standing naked in a stranger’s bedroom with an absolutely petrified 22 year old cop holding a gun to her head while she cried and laughed like she had gone round the fucking bend, but mostly this is the story of why my mother once slapped me across the face so hard I saw birds because 3 year old me tried to comfort her one day by saying “at least it can’t get worse!”
Okay now I need to hear about the cop thing please? Very interested ^.^
So Jeans Simmons burned down everything mom had ever owned right? The emergency responders brought these little kits with toothpaste and a hairbrush and deodorant and such. But the shift leader who’d been talking about layoffs was in fact correct and she was fired the next day, so now she’s homeless, has no money, no clothes, no possessions, hasn’t spoken to her family in three years, and her car is still a smoking wreck on the side of the bridge waiting for a tow. All she’s got is the little emergency kit, her least favorite work clothes that smell like fire (incidentally she didn’t smoke another cigarette for 15 years after that day), and her vinyl records that have been melted into slag.
And as she’s standing on a street corner that evening, waiting for a bus, smelling of smoke and wondering why the fuck she’s still holding her melted records, it starts raining cats and dogs. Mom takes one look at herself in a shop window and realizes she’s not going to make it like this. But luckily she’s just hooked up with the local queer circuit, and there’s a dungeon Mistress who’s going out of town and needs someone to watch her cat. She says mom can stay there until she gets back and then she’ll help mom figure out something more permanent.
So mom picks up a key and comes by the next day. She only has to spend a few minutes in a house that doesn’t smell like soot and tar to realize how bad she must smell and decides then and there to burn her clothes. She wasn’t exactly thinking through what to do after that, and suddenly she’s staring at ashes in the fireplace and realizes she has nothing to wear anymore. At this point, mom just stops thinking, turns around, and goes to bed naked because why the hell not.
Problem is, Dungeon Mistress didn’t tell the neighbors she had a house guest. So all they know is that an incredibly be-draggled young woman who smelled terrible wandered into the apartment after Dungeon Mistress left town and started a fire in the fireplace.
So they called the cops.
Now mom hasn’t slept since the fire, in part because hello trauma and in part because sleeping on the street in SF isn’t the best choice as a 19 year old homeless girl. So she’s fuckin dead to the world. Until next thing she knows, the bedroom door of the apartment flies open and there’s this baby faced cop standing in the doorway yelling orders at her. She’s panicking and falls out of bed and is still super naked and way too tired and hungry to think properly, so as soon as she registers “gun aimed at my face” she just starts fucking LAUGHING. Like, howling, cackling, rib-cracking laughter, tears just pouring down her face the whole time.
And this cop is just fucking terrified because ~what~ the heck?? He keeps trying to yell at her and she just keeps laughing, and at some point she just sits down on the floor, still laughing, and the cop just sort of nervously drops a sheet over her and is like “I still have to ask you to leave” and mom was like “I’m fucking cat sitting?” And of course the cat chooses then to just come over and headbutt her because it’s hungry.
So mom ends up giving him Dungeon Mistress’s phone number who confirms what she’s doing there and is frankly ~fucking pissed~ that mom’s being put through this. The cop is like “maybe try not being homeless and looking like a wreck next time?” And mom looks like she might deck him so he just fuckin scoots.
Mom spent a few months couch surfing with Dungeon Crews and shelters like that before she finally managed to gather some clothes of her own and get a new job. But that experience pretty well solidified mom’s opinion of “fuuuuuuuuck cops” and set her on the path of being a political agitator.
And the moral of the story is that if you’re having a bad day, try to make responsible decisions like not burning your only set of clothes or not daring god to personally ruin your month.
when the name changed to Jean Simmons the first time I didn’t notice the pun and I was like, they changed the name to a more androginous one? was it a genderbended Gene Simmons? A lesbian Gene Simmons?
Now I deeply wish that they had been building a lesbian Gene Simmons, but sadly he was merely made of denim.
JEAN SIMMONS *wheezes*
Gentrification creates a stifling homogeneity in urban areas that makes it less suited for the everyday lives of the lower class and more suited towards the leisure and tourism of those with expendable income.
An old, decrepit laundromat gets replaced by an upscale bakery? And people are mad? It’s not that the poor hate organic vegan cupcakes, it’s that most of us don’t have a way to do laundry in our own home.
Run-down corner stores replaced by hand-made designer clothing boutiques? We don’t hate your eco-fabric shawl, but I can’t eat that for dinner after work like I could have a can of beans I grabbed from that corner store when I don’t have time to take the bus to the real grocery store after work.
What gentrification brings in and of itself is not typically bad, it’s that gentrification brings institutions of leisure and pleasure and makes it so that the poor have to go farther out of their way for basic necessities. It turns low-income living spaces into local tourist attractions. It can even create food deserts by putting restaurants, grocery stores, etc. in that the majority of the lower class cannot afford.
Imagine if someone totally renovated your house and turned it into a mini theme park - they took away your sleeping space, where you prepare food, where you clean yourself and get ready for your day, and replaced it with things that will please people who are visiting, who have their own homes they can go back to, who are here not for their entire life but just as a distraction from their otherwise mundane existence. It’s not that you hate theme parks, it’s not like you’ve never been to a theme park and vow to never visit one again. It’s just that you need to live! To survive! And the leisure of those who have more than you should not invalidate your existence.
I am glad this has made the rounds. Some people feel a dense misunderstanding or misinterpretation concerning gentrification, and I think it helps to hear a description/explanation of what gentrification is from those who are both affected by it and educated by the culture from which it hails. I and many others enjoy some of the delights of gentrification while simultaneously having their livelihoods threatened by it.
obsessively picking my face is an essential part of my skin care routine
This is so important!
