Netflix: LOOK AT ALL THE AMAZING TITLES WE HAVE.
Me: *scrolls*
Netflix: SO MANY MOVIES AND TV SHOWS YOU’VE NEVER SEEN.
Me: *continues scrolling*
Netflix: TRY SOMETHING NEW! SOMETHING RECOMMENDED JUST FOR YOU! WE HAVE COMPILED A TASTE PROFILE AND WE THINK -
Me: Ooh! What about that?
Netflix: …that? You’ve already watched that. You own it on DVD!
Me: Your point?
Netflix: WE HAVE SO MANY NEW THINGS! ACCLAIMED THINGS! THINGS YOU PROMISED YOURSELF YOU WOULD WATCH WHEN YOU GOT THE CHANCE!
Me: …but this reminds me of the babe.
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autisticwolfesbrainisautistic:
No you don’t understand how frustrated I am that we always depicted the Apostles as old men, especially when it comes to during-Jesus-alive stuff.
They were probably late teens to early 20s, given the time and the description and some Biblical passages.
They were not ancient old men with long beards and wrinkles at the Last Supper.
They were young adult rebels with a cause.
where my punk-rock apostles at
I can’t remember where, but the bible says that Jesus was the only one who was old enough to pay the temple tax required by Jewish law, none of the disciples had hit that age. A quick google tells me that Jewish men pay it from the age of 20 - all of the disciples were teenagers.
Not all of them! Matthew 17:24-27 addresses the issue of the temple tax, in which Jesus tells Peter to get a four-drachma piece from a fish’s mouth to account “for my tax and yours”. In addition, Peter is the only person directly mentioned to have a mother-in-law; Jesus heals her in according to three accounts (Matthew 8:14-17, Mark 1:29-31, and Luke 4:38).
So! The “Disciples were ancient old men with long beards and wrinkles" factoid is actually just statistical error. The average disciple was under 20. Simon Peter, who lived with his mother-in-law and his fishing boat and payed the temple tax was an outlier adn should not have been counted.
…did someone really make a Spiders Goerg reference?
Well this made my morning.
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Chipotle came to Philly Pride today…
Lol
Oh. My. God.
Chipotle never stop what you’re doing
I have no words
I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR.
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You CAN dislike John Green’s books.
You CAN dislike movies based on John Green’s books.
You CAN dislike John Green’s Youtube channel.
You CAN dislike John Green’s blog.
Heck, you CAN dislike John Green, himself.
I DON’T CARE. THAT’S YOUR CHOICE.
What CANNOT and SHOULD NOT DO is to spread malicious stuff about him that could ruin him and his family.
CHILD MOLESTER. PEDOPHILE. SEXUAL ABUSER. TEEN PERVERT.
You people have gone too far. TOO FUCKING FAR. It’s one to joke about how stupid his books are but it’s a whole different matter for you people to accuse him of such derogatory shit.
HE IS A PERSON. HE IS TRYING HIS BEST TO SPREAD USEFUL AND HELPFUL INFORMATION THAT MAY EVEN SAVE THIS PLANET. AND EVEN IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT HE DOES, YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY RIGHT TO SAY LIBELOUS SHIT ABOUT HIM. YOU ARE RUINING HIS LIFE.
hes a 30 year old man writing romance novels about 15 year olds in romantic relationships its kind of creepy
Why isn’t it creepy when Cassandra Clare does it? Or Rainbow Rowell? Or Suzanne Collins? Or JK Rowling? Are they all pedophiles and sexual abusers too?
Honestly fuck anyone that spreads lies about this shit. It’s not funny, it’s not okay and disgusting and you’re ruining peoples lives. Didn’t you people fucking learn after what you did to the xkit guy? Fucking hell.
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How to tell if it was a gunshot or fireworks: gunshots don’t echo, fireworks do.
thaNK YOU SO MUCH
the fact that anyone might commonly need to know this terrifies me
clearly you’re not from america
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TABI ANECDOTEmy favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
i knew a guy who brewed his instant coffee with monster instead of water. three cups in two hours. i think he ascended to the astral realm
the survivability of the human race never ceases to amaze me
My final year I lived with engineering masters students. One night, I’m finishing up my final paper, I’m juuuust backing up my final copy, and my housemate’s cat knocks a vase over onto my laptop.
Which wouldn’t be a problem except my cable had been chewed on (thanks Kobe), so the wiring was exposed. Circuits short out, I fling myself back to avoid electrocution and by the time we get the situation handled, my laptop AND my external hard drive have been fried by the surge.
I mean, fried. Like, they-are-vaguely-smoking fried.
I start to cry, because there goes fifty percent of my final grade.
Ahmad just goes “it’s okay, we will fix”. I’m like “how the fuck do you propose that?” And he’s like “I have spare laptop.” “THIS IS DUE IN THE AM!”
And he looks me dead in the eye and goes, “I said I will help. Go get the laptop.”
So off I go. By the time I make it downstairs, there’s this chemical /reek/ in the kitchen. I go in and there he is, methodically crushing caffeine pills with the bottom of a glass on a ceramic plate, periodically dusting the powder into a cooking pot. Meanwhile, his coffee pot is chugging away on the counter.
As I watch, he takes the coffee pot, empties it into the cooking pot, lets THAT come to a boil and dumps in some of his Turkish coffee, AND the remaining caffeine pill powder, which by now is starting to look uncomfortably like coke.
He lets that steep, and by now the coffee/burning smell is so strong it’s woken up all six of the other housemates, who have all come downstairs and are vacillating between staring at my laptop and at this concoction with undisguised horror.
He pours this sludge into a mug, stirs in about four /tablespoons/ of sugar and slides it my way.
I figure that I’m probably dead either way regardless, so I suck it back, filtering the grounds through my teeth as I go.
I’ve had three sips when it hits, and I feel my heart trip on a beat. I must have gone white cause he nods, all pleased, and points me at his laptop.
Long story short, I got an week’s extension, didn’t sleep for five days, had a conversation with my BLINDS in SPANISH, and got a B+, with a note that it was an “engaging read and well-written, when intelligible”.
To this day, coffee any stronger than a pale off-beige makes my chest hurt.
I honestly thought he was going to drink the coffee and perform was magic on the laptop but.. nope. even better. Honest to god, I really want to know how that conversation with the blinds went.
Bruh. BRUH.
Let’s play “spot the college student who just earned a degree”, because I read this and laughed so hard I literally sobbed. For ten minutes. Uncontrollably. My chest is killing me.
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The word “hot” in hotel caught on fire
Too hot
Hot damn
Did they call the police and the fireman?
GodFUCKINGdamnit.
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