If Trump becomes president I’m switching my major to music so when our country inevitably becomes a nuclear wasteland, I can be the guying playing the flamethrower guitar while the War Boys attack unsuspecting wanderers.
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The service says the messages give donors more positive feedback about how they’ve helped their fellow citizens – which encourages them to donate again.
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listen, there is absolutely nothing that gets me going like mutual seemingly unrequited pining like? i live for both people losing their minds over the other person in bitter silence. savoring every single accidental brush of their fingers, elbows, thighs, every stray glance, memorizing every gesture or expression they catch while the other isn’t looking, all while being absolutely convinced that it’s one-sided only to finally!! finally find out it wasn’t in a triumphant moment of bliss after years and years of delicious, soul-rending, torturous, heart-wrenching pining. i literally don’t care about the fact that this trope is predictable af and always plays out the same way i will still go wild over it every single time like they’ll be doing the same reveal scene i have seen a million times and i’m still on the edge of my seat gasping “are they gonna kiss???”
i regret ever making this post because as a result people keep recommending me heterosexual love stories like “you’ll love this!” really. will i linda? will i
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Girls get made fun of for everything might as well do what you want lol
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SO AT OUR SCHOOL THERE ARE NO PHONES ALLOWED BUT WE STILL TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL BECAUSE WE’RE FUCKING IDIOTS AND TODAY THE CLASS PRES ALMOST RAMMED THE DOOR DOWN AND YELLED “HIDE YOUR PHONES THE HEADMISTRESS WILL CHECK YOUR BAGS FOR PHONES AND TAKE THEM AWAY IF SHE FINDS THEM” AND FOR LIKE 5 SECONDS YOU COULD SEE THIRTY FACES OF PURE HORROR AND THEN PEOPLE STARTED SCREAMING AND TAKING OFF THEIR SHOES AND PUTTING THEIR PHONES THERE, SOME PUT THEIRS IN THEIR UNDERWEAR, A GIRL WITH THICK CURLY HAIR PUT HERS IN HER FUCKING HAIR, SOME HIDTHEIR PHONES IN THEIR BOOKS, A BITCH I HATE TAPED HERS TO THE BOTTOM OF HER CHAIR AND I HID MINE ON MY BRA AND THE EARPHONES ON MY SHOE AND YOU COULD SEE BULLIES HELPING THEIR VICTIMS HIDE THEIR PHONES AND ASKING THEM IF IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT THEY HID THEIR PHONES ON THEIR PANTS OR STH AND AFTER THE HORROR HAD PASSED PEOPLE WERE YELLING BECAUSE THEIR PHONES SMELT LIKE DIRTY FEET IT WAS AMAZING
let this die i beg of you
This is beautiful and shouldn’t die.
I SWEAR TO FUCK THIS HAD LIKE 400 NOTES AN HOUR AGO WHO MADE THIS BLOW UP WHO
a beautiful situation showing humans working together and co-operating
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@ the people who followed me for one specific thing i’m really sorry my interests are all over the place and that sometimes i will suddenly start posting a fuck ton of something i’ve never mentioned before whoops
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Despite the vast quantities of domestic!AU fanfic that exist to the contrary, there’s still a common misconception in TVlandia that romantic relationships are only really interesting when imminent or imperilled; that any sort of emotional contentment or continuity between the characters will be boring to watch. And yet platonic relationships, in which we’re also meant to invest, are just as frequently treated as rock-solid: inviolable except, potentially, at a few plot-critical junctures. And that’s a big problem for romantic pairings – or rather, for our ability to invest in them, because the plain fact is, you can’t successfully threaten to destroy a thing you’ve never committed to building. Not only will nobody care, but there’s literally nothing to tear down except your own expired eviction notices. When you make it your telegraphed aim, week in, week out, year after year, to perpetuate a will-they, won’t-they dynamic, it becomes increasingly hard to give a shit about the won’t-they episodes, because, just like a child threatening to run away to the circus, it doesn’t matter how loudly you scream And this time, I mean it! – we all know you’re bluffing.
Having gone this route, the writers then wonder why fandom is often far more invested in seeing those platonic (predominantly male/male) relationships become romantic than in their canonical (predominantly male/female) pairings. Which: yes, we want queer representation, and yes, we enjoy our own interpretations of the characters, but at base, the problem - as far as you TV writers are concerned, anyway - is trifold. Firstly, you’re limiting your romantic male/female interactions to fit a preordained narrative, which paradoxically weakens the same relationship they’re meant to promote by shallowing its development. Secondly, because you’re worried portraying a platonic male/female relationship in addition to your romantic one might confuse viewers as to who, in fact, the girl is meant to end up with, you don’t create any extraneous narrative potential between characters of the opposite gender. Which means, third and finally, that your same sex interactions are likely biased towards male-male, as most shows tend to have fewer female characters overall – and when they do appear, as per the first point, you’re usually orienting their participation around a single particular man, instead of letting them talk to each other – which means the most naturally developed, complex relationships portrayed are, overwhelmingly, between men.
Thus: having firmly invested your audience in the importance of a romantic relationship, you then proceed to use all the juiciest romantic foundations – which is to say, shared interests, complex histories, mutual respect, in-jokes, magnetic antagonism, slowly kindled alliances and a dozen other things – in male/male scenes, and then affect gaping surprise when your fanbase not only notices, but expresses a preference for it.
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Do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry
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