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    But I Digress: cursed-40k-thoughts:

randomnightlord:

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randomnightlord:
a-40k-author:
The new art of Warhammer 40000. 


Blood Angels with a glowing coffin?
Don’t tell me GW will bring back Sanguinius. 

I honestly would quite like that, providing they do a good job of narratively justifying and explaining it. The follow up potential of Roboute and Lion and even the traitor Primarchs getting to see/interact with the brother they all saw as the best of them would be super interesting. Providing, again it was done well.That said, I’m also kind of into the idea that the new C’tan-looking angel thing the Necrons have is some kind of AI replication of Sangy, given it has the wings and a big spear and we know Necrontyr would make AI personalities of dead people they deeply respected, and that Szarekh really liked Sangy and thought he would have been a good Emperor.Super unlikely, but I digress. If it’s done well, Sanguinius coming back would be pretty damned cool. 


I mean
.I guess?I would just be kinda salty if the damn Angel would return before any new Night Lords content releases.Yes I know I am beating a dead bat at this point but still


I mean, yeah, obviously loyalist Astartes oversaturation remains a pertinent and ongoing issue. I’ve been fairly vocal about that multiple times. I’m just saying that the narrative potential surrounding a Sanguinius comeback is promising. I’m intimately aware that Chaos and Xenos and Guard need more attention on multiple fronts. 


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                But I Digress: cursed-40k-thoughts:

randomnightlord:

cursed-40k-thoughts:

randomnightlord:
a-40k-author:
The new art of Warhammer 40000. 


Blood Angels with a glowing coffin?
Don’t tell me GW will bring back Sanguinius. 

I honestly would quite like that, providing they do a good job of narratively justifying and explaining it. The follow up potential of Roboute and Lion and even the traitor Primarchs getting to see/interact with the brother they all saw as the best of them would be super interesting. Providing, again it was done well.That said, I’m also kind of into the idea that the new C’tan-looking angel thing the Necrons have is some kind of AI replication of Sangy, given it has the wings and a big spear and we know Necrontyr would make AI personalities of dead people they deeply respected, and that Szarekh really liked Sangy and thought he would have been a good Emperor.Super unlikely, but I digress. If it’s done well, Sanguinius coming back would be pretty damned cool. 


I mean
.I guess?I would just be kinda salty if the damn Angel would return before any new Night Lords content releases.Yes I know I am beating a dead bat at this point but still


I mean, yeah, obviously loyalist Astartes oversaturation remains a pertinent and ongoing issue. I’ve been fairly vocal about that multiple times. I’m just saying that the narrative potential surrounding a Sanguinius comeback is promising. I’m intimately aware that Chaos and Xenos and Guard need more attention on multiple fronts. 


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randomnightlord:

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randomnightlord:
a-40k-author:
The new art of Warhammer 40000. 


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    But I Digress: theladyzephyr:

Folks let me talk about Crowley and sunglasses, because I have a lot of emotions about when he wears them and when he doesn’t, and Hiding versus Being Seen.
We’re introduced to the concept of Crowley wearing glasses even before we’re introduced to Crowley, by Hastur: “If you ask me he’s been up here too long. Gone native. Enjoying himself too much. Wearing sunglasses even when he doesn’t need them.”
Honestly Crowley’s whole introduction is a fantastic; we learn so much about his character in a tiny amount of time. The fact that he’s late, the Queen playing as the Bentley approaches, the “Hi, guys” in response to Hastur and Ligur’s “Hail Satan”. I like this intro much better than the one originally scripted with the rats at the phone company, but I digress.
Crowley wears sunglasses when he doesn’t need them. Specifically, he still wears them around the demons, and when he’s in hell.
You know where Crowley doesn’t wear glasses? At home.
We never once see him wearing glasses in his flat, except for when he knows Hastur and Ligur are coming. That’s an emotional kick to the gut for me. Here’s one of the only places Crowley’s comfortable enough to be sans glasses, and when he knows it’s going to be invaded he prepares not just physically with the holy water, but by putting up that emotional barrier in a place where he wasn’t supposed to need it.
An argument could be made that Crowley actually never needs glasses. We’re shown that it’s well within the angels’ and demons’ powers to pass unnoticed by humans. Crowley and Aziraphale waltz out of the manor in the middle of a police raid, and going unnoticed by the police takes so little effort that they can keep up a conversation while they stroll through. Even an unimaginative demon like Hastur apparently doesn’t have trouble with the humans losing it over his demonic eyes. The humans in the scene at Megiddo are acting like “this guy is a little weird” and not “holy shit his entire eyeballs are black jelly”
That means that Crowley’s glasses are a choice, just like Aziraphale’s softness. Sure, he could arrange matters so that nobody ever noticed his eyes, but he doesn’t want to. Crowley wants acceptance, and he wants to belong, and he’s never, ever had that. He didn’t fit in before the Fall in Heaven, he doesn’t fit in with the demons in Hell. With the glasses, and with the Bentley and his plants and with the barely-bad-enough-to-be-evil nuisance temptations, he’s choosing Earth. This is where he wants to fit in, perhaps not with the humans, but amongst them.
Even after Crowley is at his absolute lowest, when he thinks Aziraphale’s dead and he’s on his way to drink until the world ends, he takes the time to put a new pair on when the old ones are damaged. He needs that emotional crutch right now, even with everything about to turn into a pile of puddling goo he’s not ready for the world to see his eyes.
Which is why I swore out loud when Hastur forcibly takes them off.
It’s about the worst thing that Hastur could have done. Rather than leading with a physical threat, his first act is to strip away Crowley’s emotional defences. It’s a great writing choice because god it made me hate Hastur, even more than all the physical violence we see him do.
It’s also the moment that Crowley really truly gets his shit together, and focuses all of his considerable imagination on getting to Tadfield and Aziraphale to help save the world. He’s wielding the terrifyingly unimaginable power of someone who’s hit rock bottom and realised it literally could not get any worse than this. He doesn’t put another pair of glasses on after discorporating Hastur, and he spends the majority of the airbase sequence without them.
He puts them back on again, I think, at the moment that he really lets himself hope. When he thinks ‘shit, there may be a real chance that we get through this to a future that I don’t want to lose’.
The vulnerability is back, and he needs Adam to trust him. In Crowley’s mind being accepted by a human means he needs to have his eyes hidden. Someone give the demon a hug, please.
Interestingly, there’s only one time in the whole series that we see Crowley willingly choose to take his glasses off around another person. Only one person he’ll take down that barrier for, and even then he’s drunk before he does it.
Dear God/Satan/Someone that makes my heart ache. Crowley’s chosen Earth, but he’s also chosen Aziraphale. He’s been looking for somewhere to belong his entire existence, and it’s with the angel that he finally feels it.
When the dust settles and the world is saved and they finally have space to be themselves unguarded, I like to imagine Crowley takes off the glasses when it’s just the two of them; the idea of being known doesn’t scare him quite so much anymore.  

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: theladyzephyr:

Folks let me talk about Crowley and sunglasses, because I have a lot of emotions about when he wears them and when he doesn’t, and Hiding versus Being Seen.
We’re introduced to the concept of Crowley wearing glasses even before we’re introduced to Crowley, by Hastur: “If you ask me he’s been up here too long. Gone native. Enjoying himself too much. Wearing sunglasses even when he doesn’t need them.”
Honestly Crowley’s whole introduction is a fantastic; we learn so much about his character in a tiny amount of time. The fact that he’s late, the Queen playing as the Bentley approaches, the “Hi, guys” in response to Hastur and Ligur’s “Hail Satan”. I like this intro much better than the one originally scripted with the rats at the phone company, but I digress.
Crowley wears sunglasses when he doesn’t need them. Specifically, he still wears them around the demons, and when he’s in hell.
You know where Crowley doesn’t wear glasses? At home.
We never once see him wearing glasses in his flat, except for when he knows Hastur and Ligur are coming. That’s an emotional kick to the gut for me. Here’s one of the only places Crowley’s comfortable enough to be sans glasses, and when he knows it’s going to be invaded he prepares not just physically with the holy water, but by putting up that emotional barrier in a place where he wasn’t supposed to need it.
An argument could be made that Crowley actually never needs glasses. We’re shown that it’s well within the angels’ and demons’ powers to pass unnoticed by humans. Crowley and Aziraphale waltz out of the manor in the middle of a police raid, and going unnoticed by the police takes so little effort that they can keep up a conversation while they stroll through. Even an unimaginative demon like Hastur apparently doesn’t have trouble with the humans losing it over his demonic eyes. The humans in the scene at Megiddo are acting like “this guy is a little weird” and not “holy shit his entire eyeballs are black jelly”
That means that Crowley’s glasses are a choice, just like Aziraphale’s softness. Sure, he could arrange matters so that nobody ever noticed his eyes, but he doesn’t want to. Crowley wants acceptance, and he wants to belong, and he’s never, ever had that. He didn’t fit in before the Fall in Heaven, he doesn’t fit in with the demons in Hell. With the glasses, and with the Bentley and his plants and with the barely-bad-enough-to-be-evil nuisance temptations, he’s choosing Earth. This is where he wants to fit in, perhaps not with the humans, but amongst them.
Even after Crowley is at his absolute lowest, when he thinks Aziraphale’s dead and he’s on his way to drink until the world ends, he takes the time to put a new pair on when the old ones are damaged. He needs that emotional crutch right now, even with everything about to turn into a pile of puddling goo he’s not ready for the world to see his eyes.
Which is why I swore out loud when Hastur forcibly takes them off.
It’s about the worst thing that Hastur could have done. Rather than leading with a physical threat, his first act is to strip away Crowley’s emotional defences. It’s a great writing choice because god it made me hate Hastur, even more than all the physical violence we see him do.
It’s also the moment that Crowley really truly gets his shit together, and focuses all of his considerable imagination on getting to Tadfield and Aziraphale to help save the world. He’s wielding the terrifyingly unimaginable power of someone who’s hit rock bottom and realised it literally could not get any worse than this. He doesn’t put another pair of glasses on after discorporating Hastur, and he spends the majority of the airbase sequence without them.
He puts them back on again, I think, at the moment that he really lets himself hope. When he thinks ‘shit, there may be a real chance that we get through this to a future that I don’t want to lose’.
The vulnerability is back, and he needs Adam to trust him. In Crowley’s mind being accepted by a human means he needs to have his eyes hidden. Someone give the demon a hug, please.
Interestingly, there’s only one time in the whole series that we see Crowley willingly choose to take his glasses off around another person. Only one person he’ll take down that barrier for, and even then he’s drunk before he does it.
Dear God/Satan/Someone that makes my heart ache. Crowley’s chosen Earth, but he’s also chosen Aziraphale. He’s been looking for somewhere to belong his entire existence, and it’s with the angel that he finally feels it.
When the dust settles and the world is saved and they finally have space to be themselves unguarded, I like to imagine Crowley takes off the glasses when it’s just the two of them; the idea of being known doesn’t scare him quite so much anymore.  

                
                

                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: 62,681
 do all Americans have pet eagles?
 Yes
 I remember my first eagle ceremony
 when I turned nine. The first eagle you get
 is always declawed, which I always
 thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a
 good way to ease into caring for the birds.
 My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasnt
 a terribly clever child) was already quite
 old when I received him (he was a rescue
 eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I
 was 16. I don't know if I was more excited
 about getting my drivers license that year
 or my new eagle! You should have seen
 the party we had when I got him, too!
 Grilled hot dogs and fire works and
 lemonade... obviously I named my
 beautiful new eagle Freedom. He's too
 big to keep inside anymore, unfortunatey
 but we've got a pretty comfortable roost
 for him on our apartment's balcony
 Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I
 remember his quite well. (They had just come
 out with telepathic link transplants when I got
 him, which is how I know he remembers it.)
 Our celebration was quite modest, compared
 to Freedom's-apple pie under a cloudless
 summer sky as we signed our Declaration of
 Interdependence. I still have the inked and
 talon-plerced document hanging on my wall.
 what is this
 Get out Canada
 I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost
 threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best
 friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really
 massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my
 sisters' eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get
 home from class since schools are getting so over
 protective and strict these days and won't allow eagles
 indoors. Which just goes to show how much we're bubble
 wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn't handle
 a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid's eagle
 you had to just man up and learn your lesson!
 Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather
 unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag
 that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely
 damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone
 according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon
 wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I
 couldn't use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for
 one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes
 weren't the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was
 worried an eagle wouldn't show up at all. I had to stand in the
 middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of
 it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was
 just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of
 nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was
 apologizing for being late. And we've been together ever since.
 Some people think it's excessive to have two eagles. But what can I
 say, I'm a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, "You must be a
 terrorist to call me out over my excesses," but I digress. We don't
 have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my
 flag atop a decommissioned WWll aircraft carrier. I was kicking a
 couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there
 she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later
 and got young Colbert here. It's hard work, raising two eagles, but I
 have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to
 happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.
 Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so l was
 totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn't just going to net me my eagle
 and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I
 thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom
 and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war
 battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and
 the problem here- it's not usually a problem because I make sure to
 shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays- was that I am,
 actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn't just one eagle that
 showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri,
 all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of
 direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp
 America's natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag
 and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was
 going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the
 other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of
 nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose
 and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive
 surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my
 ulna. Completely missed my little brother's eagle ceremony, which I wil
 always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn
 into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the
 hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me
 an eagle in my heart.
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
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Do All Americans Really Have Pet Eagles?
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: 62,681
 do all Americans have pet eagles?
 Yes
 I remember my first eagle ceremony
 when I turned nine. The first eagle you get
 is always declawed, which I always
 thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a
 good way to ease into caring for the birds.
 My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasnt
 a terribly clever child) was already quite
 old when I received him (he was a rescue
 eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I
 was 16. I don't know if I was more excited
 about getting my drivers license that year
 or my new eagle! You should have seen
 the party we had when I got him, too!
 Grilled hot dogs and fire works and
 lemonade... obviously I named my
 beautiful new eagle Freedom. He's too
 big to keep inside anymore, unfortunatey
 but we've got a pretty comfortable roost
 for him on our apartment's balcony
 Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I
 remember his quite well. (They had just come
 out with telepathic link transplants when I got
 him, which is how I know he remembers it.)
 Our celebration was quite modest, compared
 to Freedom's-apple pie under a cloudless
 summer sky as we signed our Declaration of
 Interdependence. I still have the inked and
 talon-plerced document hanging on my wall.
 what is this
 Get out Canada
 I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost
 threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best
 friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really
 massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my
 sisters' eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get
 home from class since schools are getting so over
 protective and strict these days and won't allow eagles
 indoors. Which just goes to show how much we're bubble
 wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn't handle
 a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid's eagle
 you had to just man up and learn your lesson!
 Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather
 unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag
 that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely
 damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone
 according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon
 wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I
 couldn't use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for
 one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes
 weren't the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was
 worried an eagle wouldn't show up at all. I had to stand in the
 middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of
 it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was
 just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of
 nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was
 apologizing for being late. And we've been together ever since.
 Some people think it's excessive to have two eagles. But what can I
 say, I'm a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, "You must be a
 terrorist to call me out over my excesses," but I digress. We don't
 have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my
 flag atop a decommissioned WWll aircraft carrier. I was kicking a
 couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there
 she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later
 and got young Colbert here. It's hard work, raising two eagles, but I
 have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to
 happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.
 Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so l was
 totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn't just going to net me my eagle
 and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I
 thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom
 and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war
 battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and
 the problem here- it's not usually a problem because I make sure to
 shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays- was that I am,
 actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn't just one eagle that
 showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri,
 all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of
 direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp
 America's natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag
 and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was
 going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the
 other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of
 nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose
 and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive
 surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my
 ulna. Completely missed my little brother's eagle ceremony, which I wil
 always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn
 into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the
 hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me
 an eagle in my heart.
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:

Do All Americans Really Have Pet Eagles?
                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: Bear likes to hold his feet when he
 sleeps.
 Pic: reddit u/DarthFoxy
 @DrSmashlove
DEAR STRANGERS THINGS YALL AINT HAVE TO KILL OFF THE CHUBBY, NERDY LOVABLE DUDE LIKE THAT, WE AIN’T EEN GET A CHANCE TO SEE OL BOY HIT WINONA WITH THAT NERDY DIH SO NOW SHE GON BE CRAZY FOR 17 MORE SEASONS YALL FOUL FOR THAT. PLUS HE WAS AN EARLY ADOPTER OF THE GIGANTIC VHS CAMERA YALL COULD HAVE MADE HIM FREAKY LIKE YALL COULD HAVE DIRECTED THE PLOT TO WHERE HE PIONEERED THE AMATEUR HOME VIDEO BEFORE ALL THESE WEIRDOS STARTED STRAPPING GO-PRO’s TO THEY HEADPIECE LOOKING LIKE CYCLOPS AND ISHT. BACK WHEN U RESPECTABLY PLACED THE HOME VHS RECORDER ON THE NIGHT STAND AND JUST LET IT ROLL LOL. THAT WAS WELL BEFORE MY TIME I’M JUST SAYING IT WAS MORE RESPECTFUL BACK THEN LIKE MEN WOULD GET THEY MULLET ON POINT AND ROCK A SILK ROBE MAYBE LIGHT A CANDLE AND PLAY LIONEL RITCHIE NOW U JUST PULL A iPHONE OUT SWIPE LEFT AND HIT RECORD IT WAS A MORE CINEMATIC - ROMANTIC TIME BACK THEN BUT I DIGRESS. YALL COULD HIRE ME AS A WRITER LEMME UPGRADE YALL THE CRAZY INDIAN GIRL GOT POTENTIAL AS A SUPERHERO DUO WITH ELEVEN BUT I DON’T TRUST YALL TO DO IT RIGHT REACH OUT NOW WHILE MY PRICE IS CHEAP - ONCE I GET MY BOOK DEAL MY PRICE GON GO WAY UP AND INSTEAD OF WORKING FOR FREE TACOS AND ICE CREAM IMMA DIRECT YOU TO MY TEAM OF THREE AGGRESSIVE JEWISH FEMALE LAWYERS WITH SOUTHERN ACCENTS LIKE THEM TEXAN JEWISH LADIES WHO DON’T PLAY BRUV THEY ACT NICE AND SOUTHERN SWEET BUT THEN WHEN U PUT INK TO PAPER THEY GON TAKE HALF OFF THE TOP. I’M ON SALE - BLACK SUNDAY SALE - HOLLA AT ME - LEMME UPGRADE SEASON 3 BLESS UP đŸ€—đŸ˜đŸ˜‚đŸ˜‚đŸ˜‚
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: Bear likes to hold his feet when he
 sleeps.
 Pic: reddit u/DarthFoxy
 @DrSmashlove
DEAR STRANGERS THINGS YALL AINT HAVE TO KILL OFF THE CHUBBY, NERDY LOVABLE DUDE LIKE THAT, WE AIN’T EEN GET A CHANCE TO SEE OL BOY HIT WINONA WITH THAT NERDY DIH SO NOW SHE GON BE CRAZY FOR 17 MORE SEASONS YALL FOUL FOR THAT. PLUS HE WAS AN EARLY ADOPTER OF THE GIGANTIC VHS CAMERA YALL COULD HAVE MADE HIM FREAKY LIKE YALL COULD HAVE DIRECTED THE PLOT TO WHERE HE PIONEERED THE AMATEUR HOME VIDEO BEFORE ALL THESE WEIRDOS STARTED STRAPPING GO-PRO’s TO THEY HEADPIECE LOOKING LIKE CYCLOPS AND ISHT. BACK WHEN U RESPECTABLY PLACED THE HOME VHS RECORDER ON THE NIGHT STAND AND JUST LET IT ROLL LOL. THAT WAS WELL BEFORE MY TIME I’M JUST SAYING IT WAS MORE RESPECTFUL BACK THEN LIKE MEN WOULD GET THEY MULLET ON POINT AND ROCK A SILK ROBE MAYBE LIGHT A CANDLE AND PLAY LIONEL RITCHIE NOW U JUST PULL A iPHONE OUT SWIPE LEFT AND HIT RECORD IT WAS A MORE CINEMATIC - ROMANTIC TIME BACK THEN BUT I DIGRESS. YALL COULD HIRE ME AS A WRITER LEMME UPGRADE YALL THE CRAZY INDIAN GIRL GOT POTENTIAL AS A SUPERHERO DUO WITH ELEVEN BUT I DON’T TRUST YALL TO DO IT RIGHT REACH OUT NOW WHILE MY PRICE IS CHEAP - ONCE I GET MY BOOK DEAL MY PRICE GON GO WAY UP AND INSTEAD OF WORKING FOR FREE TACOS AND ICE CREAM IMMA DIRECT YOU TO MY TEAM OF THREE AGGRESSIVE JEWISH FEMALE LAWYERS WITH SOUTHERN ACCENTS LIKE THEM TEXAN JEWISH LADIES WHO DON’T PLAY BRUV THEY ACT NICE AND SOUTHERN SWEET BUT THEN WHEN U PUT INK TO PAPER THEY GON TAKE HALF OFF THE TOP. I’M ON SALE - BLACK SUNDAY SALE - HOLLA AT ME - LEMME UPGRADE SEASON 3 BLESS UP đŸ€—đŸ˜đŸ˜‚đŸ˜‚đŸ˜‚
                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: meet Waffles.
 Pic: Reddit u/invadergrimm
 @DrSmashlove
Shout to all u thick ladies who DMed me saying you loved my last caption for supporting big girls 😍. Y’all sweet. Y’all amazing. I love y’all. But most importantly......YALL AIN’T OVERSIZED BRUH THAT CAPTION WASN’T ABOUT YOU, STOP IT 😂. U women don’t get to be “big” just because y’all got a big chest and backside - y’all thicky thicc! That’s another type! Y’all don’t take no damn space on airplanes shut the hell up bruv y’all wilding 😂. Body positive my a$$ y’all smol lmao. That caption was about BIG GIRLS - LET THEM HAVE THEY LIL MOMENT DAMMIT. It is however adorable asf that y’all identify and have solidarity with big girls - it’s high key inspiring - rather than look down on big women, u lock arms in sisterhood of thickness. Like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants except this is Sisterhood of the Wondrous Thunderous Thighs 😍😂. Go head with y’all lovey dovey supportive a$$es bruv we are one human race. That’s the only race I know. People always wanna talk about how women are catty and crazy ... somewhat accurate ... matter fact I gotta make a few calls to figure out which of my sisters hate each other on this particular day (cattiness and pettiness take no holidays lol) so I keep them separate at Thanksgiving but I digress đŸ€—đŸ˜‚ ... examples of women being SUPPORTIVE and AMAZING abound, including this one. Big up yaselves women today y’all are the real MVPs - BLESS UP 😍😂😂😂
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: meet Waffles.
 Pic: Reddit u/invadergrimm
 @DrSmashlove
Shout to all u thick ladies who DMed me saying you loved my last caption for supporting big girls 😍. Y’all sweet. Y’all amazing. I love y’all. But most importantly......YALL AIN’T OVERSIZED BRUH THAT CAPTION WASN’T ABOUT YOU, STOP IT 😂. U women don’t get to be “big” just because y’all got a big chest and backside - y’all thicky thicc! That’s another type! Y’all don’t take no damn space on airplanes shut the hell up bruv y’all wilding 😂. Body positive my a$$ y’all smol lmao. That caption was about BIG GIRLS - LET THEM HAVE THEY LIL MOMENT DAMMIT. It is however adorable asf that y’all identify and have solidarity with big girls - it’s high key inspiring - rather than look down on big women, u lock arms in sisterhood of thickness. Like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants except this is Sisterhood of the Wondrous Thunderous Thighs 😍😂. Go head with y’all lovey dovey supportive a$$es bruv we are one human race. That’s the only race I know. People always wanna talk about how women are catty and crazy ... somewhat accurate ... matter fact I gotta make a few calls to figure out which of my sisters hate each other on this particular day (cattiness and pettiness take no holidays lol) so I keep them separate at Thanksgiving but I digress đŸ€—đŸ˜‚ ... examples of women being SUPPORTIVE and AMAZING abound, including this one. Big up yaselves women today y’all are the real MVPs - BLESS UP 😍😂😂😂
                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: Oh hello there
 Drsmashlove
Shout to u pretty young ladies that's gon show up to brunch in a hoodie with the hood up, I fucks with y'all. That hood up tells me everything I need to know. Don't tell me the story - I know it already. (1) It was either your birthday or your best friend's birthday or it was nobody birthday but your name is Kirsten (girls named Kirsten go hard every weekend, and most weekdays. There's no explanation for this. It's just factual. If your name is Kirsten u will go absolutely hard AF on a Tuesday for no reason. Not even Fat Tuesday. Just like, next Tuesday. But I digress.). (2) The night started with shots when some frat boys offered to buy u and your squad a round and it snowballed from there. (3) Tables were danced on. (4) Undergarments were removed and u briefly paused because you're on your period, so it stands to reason that panties should be worn for the rest of the night, but u flung them anyway. (5) Karaoke was sung; likely six (6) Rihanna songs back to back. (6) Oral sex occurred in the back of a UBER. (6) Half of the shenanigans were documented on a well-edited snap story. To all u girls in hoodies with the hood up, still marinating in a mix of perspiration and sex fluids from last night, I salute y'all. U made it to brunch. The Angel of Death literally carried u to the restaurant so u could have your egg white omelette and wheat toast. Rest assured baby girl if I see u and your squad, u exactly the girl imma talk to. Your friend Emily who showered and applied make-up? She got nothing I want. That's too much preparation. Too put together. Imma come directly to u, get your number, date u, and then propose to u, so when we at the rehearsal dinner at Girl and the Goat, Emily can be all "SMASH MET KIRSTEN WHEN WE WERE AT BRUNCH AT SNAGGLETOOTH ON SOUTHPORT. KIRSTEN WAS A LITERAL MESS LOL - LIKE I CAN'T EVEN SAY WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE - BUT LET'S JUST SAY SHE WAS IN ROUGH SHAPE LOLOL." Exactly, Emily. Go head. Embarrass TF out of Kirsten. All that crazy she did before me just make me love her crazy ass more 😍. She led a crazy life but she mines now...Till the Angel of Death ⚰ (or divorce court 💰) do us part. Bless up! 🆗😍😂😂😂
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: Oh hello there
 Drsmashlove
Shout to u pretty young ladies that's gon show up to brunch in a hoodie with the hood up, I fucks with y'all. That hood up tells me everything I need to know. Don't tell me the story - I know it already. (1) It was either your birthday or your best friend's birthday or it was nobody birthday but your name is Kirsten (girls named Kirsten go hard every weekend, and most weekdays. There's no explanation for this. It's just factual. If your name is Kirsten u will go absolutely hard AF on a Tuesday for no reason. Not even Fat Tuesday. Just like, next Tuesday. But I digress.). (2) The night started with shots when some frat boys offered to buy u and your squad a round and it snowballed from there. (3) Tables were danced on. (4) Undergarments were removed and u briefly paused because you're on your period, so it stands to reason that panties should be worn for the rest of the night, but u flung them anyway. (5) Karaoke was sung; likely six (6) Rihanna songs back to back. (6) Oral sex occurred in the back of a UBER. (6) Half of the shenanigans were documented on a well-edited snap story. To all u girls in hoodies with the hood up, still marinating in a mix of perspiration and sex fluids from last night, I salute y'all. U made it to brunch. The Angel of Death literally carried u to the restaurant so u could have your egg white omelette and wheat toast. Rest assured baby girl if I see u and your squad, u exactly the girl imma talk to. Your friend Emily who showered and applied make-up? She got nothing I want. That's too much preparation. Too put together. Imma come directly to u, get your number, date u, and then propose to u, so when we at the rehearsal dinner at Girl and the Goat, Emily can be all "SMASH MET KIRSTEN WHEN WE WERE AT BRUNCH AT SNAGGLETOOTH ON SOUTHPORT. KIRSTEN WAS A LITERAL MESS LOL - LIKE I CAN'T EVEN SAY WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE - BUT LET'S JUST SAY SHE WAS IN ROUGH SHAPE LOLOL." Exactly, Emily. Go head. Embarrass TF out of Kirsten. All that crazy she did before me just make me love her crazy ass more 😍. She led a crazy life but she mines now...Till the Angel of Death ⚰ (or divorce court 💰) do us part. Bless up! 🆗😍😂😂😂
                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: uriecorn-phan:

dewchan7865:

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose
 the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in
 nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels

I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT

This messed me up.

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                But I Digress: uriecorn-phan:

dewchan7865:

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose
 the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in
 nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels

I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT

This messed me up.

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uriecorn-phan:

dewchan7865:

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

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    But I Digress: moxie @Robotmoxie - 5m
 i cicked on that millennial bill of rights tag and the amount of "trigger warning"
 jokes by out-of-touch clowns is deplorable
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 4m
 like, the people of this generation aren't asking for coddling, a great deal of
 them have fucking PTSD
 2
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 4m
 you wanna know WHY they do? because we've been in a hostile jingoistic
 wartime environment since the fall of fucking 2001
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 3m
 there is not a young person alive in the united states who has not been
 bombarded with propaganda for the past 15 years
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 1m
 when you come out of that hostile wartime environment and you say "i would
 like to be warned before confronting my trauma" these jerks laugh
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 57s
 they laugh, and they say "suck it up buttercup" and they hate you for being
 rubbed raw by more than a decade of abuse on a huge social level
 2
 moxie
 Following
 @Robotmoxie
 that's to say nothing of the personal abuse in
 the household that takes place by a previous
 generation that was trained poorly for this
 5:29 AM - 4 Feb 2016

 moxie @Robotmoxie 26m
 gen x is where we got latchkey kids. nothing wrong with being a latchkey kid. but
 by definition they had to figure shit out alone.
 3
 moxie @Robotmoxie 26m
 and when your parent raises you with no lessons except frustrated
 approximations of "what worked on them," they will abuse you
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 25m
 that is a large part of where abuse comes from, a parent who has no idea how
 to behave, but "father knows best" so they make it up
 moxie @Robotmoxie 24m
 but i digress, the point is that millennials have endured an absurd avalanche of
 abuse from an evil nation and from parents with [..]
 2
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 23m
 [---] abuse baked into how they raise us. abuse that they think is correct, and
 morally justified, and satisfying, and "good parenting"
 moxie @Robotmoxie 22m
 my own mother finds other parents "weak" when they say they won't physically
 strike their child, because "how will they learn"
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 22m
 did i learn anything? Imao, not from being hit, are you fucking kidding me, the
 only lesson there is "do right or there will be violence"
 moxie @Robotmoxie 21m
 and this is the generation that raises millennials. people want to hurt them from
 birth. their parents. their nation. their media.
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 20m
 so yes, they deserve a god damn trigger warning, because they have ALREADY
 been through enough. their upbringing has hurt them so much.

 moxie @Robotmoxie - 20m
 but more than that, they deserve your respect. they can't buy houses. they can't
 afford an education. and that's not their fault. they try.
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 19m
 they try ANYWAY, even though the last SEVERAL generations have rigged the
 game against them. what's the alternative?
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 18m
 what are they gonna do? huh? stage a walk-out from the entire country and just
 march to the bottom of the ocean? fuck you
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 18m
 they are populating a SCORCHED EARTH and by god they are trying so hard to
 till the fucking soil anyway.

 moxie
 Following
 @Robotmoxie
 so here's my #MillennialBillOfRights
 -Free Education
 -Free Medical
 -Trigger warnings for everyone
 -Grind the rich to make our bread
 LIKES
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 5:40 AM - 4 Feb 2016
macpye:

cockatielcutie:

@robotmoxie​ got to talking over on twitter and absolutely killed it with this thread






    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: moxie @Robotmoxie - 5m
 i cicked on that millennial bill of rights tag and the amount of "trigger warning"
 jokes by out-of-touch clowns is deplorable
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 4m
 like, the people of this generation aren't asking for coddling, a great deal of
 them have fucking PTSD
 2
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 4m
 you wanna know WHY they do? because we've been in a hostile jingoistic
 wartime environment since the fall of fucking 2001
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 3m
 there is not a young person alive in the united states who has not been
 bombarded with propaganda for the past 15 years
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 1m
 when you come out of that hostile wartime environment and you say "i would
 like to be warned before confronting my trauma" these jerks laugh
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 57s
 they laugh, and they say "suck it up buttercup" and they hate you for being
 rubbed raw by more than a decade of abuse on a huge social level
 2
 moxie
 Following
 @Robotmoxie
 that's to say nothing of the personal abuse in
 the household that takes place by a previous
 generation that was trained poorly for this
 5:29 AM - 4 Feb 2016

 moxie @Robotmoxie 26m
 gen x is where we got latchkey kids. nothing wrong with being a latchkey kid. but
 by definition they had to figure shit out alone.
 3
 moxie @Robotmoxie 26m
 and when your parent raises you with no lessons except frustrated
 approximations of "what worked on them," they will abuse you
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 25m
 that is a large part of where abuse comes from, a parent who has no idea how
 to behave, but "father knows best" so they make it up
 moxie @Robotmoxie 24m
 but i digress, the point is that millennials have endured an absurd avalanche of
 abuse from an evil nation and from parents with [..]
 2
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 23m
 [---] abuse baked into how they raise us. abuse that they think is correct, and
 morally justified, and satisfying, and "good parenting"
 moxie @Robotmoxie 22m
 my own mother finds other parents "weak" when they say they won't physically
 strike their child, because "how will they learn"
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 22m
 did i learn anything? Imao, not from being hit, are you fucking kidding me, the
 only lesson there is "do right or there will be violence"
 moxie @Robotmoxie 21m
 and this is the generation that raises millennials. people want to hurt them from
 birth. their parents. their nation. their media.
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 20m
 so yes, they deserve a god damn trigger warning, because they have ALREADY
 been through enough. their upbringing has hurt them so much.

 moxie @Robotmoxie - 20m
 but more than that, they deserve your respect. they can't buy houses. they can't
 afford an education. and that's not their fault. they try.
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 19m
 they try ANYWAY, even though the last SEVERAL generations have rigged the
 game against them. what's the alternative?
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 18m
 what are they gonna do? huh? stage a walk-out from the entire country and just
 march to the bottom of the ocean? fuck you
 moxie @Robotmoxie - 18m
 they are populating a SCORCHED EARTH and by god they are trying so hard to
 till the fucking soil anyway.

 moxie
 Following
 @Robotmoxie
 so here's my #MillennialBillOfRights
 -Free Education
 -Free Medical
 -Trigger warnings for everyone
 -Grind the rich to make our bread
 LIKES
 4
 5:40 AM - 4 Feb 2016
macpye:

cockatielcutie:

@robotmoxie​ got to talking over on twitter and absolutely killed it with this thread






                
            

            
            
macpye:

cockatielcutie:

@robotmoxie​ got to talking over on twitter and absolutely killed it with this thread







            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    But I Digress: flyingbackwards
 onegliterorgy
 I laminated a paper towel
 why does this have 31 thousand notes
 You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for
 But wait this is actualy freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about
 the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a colective whole versus personal
 sustenance and lorgevity
 magine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for
 eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever
 However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in Iife is
 Whatever i is that you were always meant to do, what you ware supposed to
 oontribute to the overall schame and future of the Ife of the universe, your
 purpose...the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first plao0. You
 must give that up. You don't know what that is. You'll never know; But, regardess,
 you say yes
 Perhaps you assume you wouldnt have made any sort of significant ditference
 anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call 7 Nah, you call builshit, It
 doeent matter-you don't matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate
 connections-and iI all be fine, and you'l just live forever with minimal (or maybe
 even no) consequences.
 So, yay! You're now immortal. You'l never die or get hurt ever again. Wee
 But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you've gone
 through homible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you
 over had, every friand you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has
 passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for
 them 8s you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them
 again. But I digress), now, you leam you actusly were important in the grand
 scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world's survival, long
 ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose),you
 were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the
 world that you were aways supposed to abtain, before you unknowingly made the
 wrongest choice to ever wrong.
 Needess to say, you've fucked up big time
 The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this homtying revelation. It
 implodes, colapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or
 something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worids
 of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and ie, all sucked up
 into absolute, indefinite nothingness
 But you remain.
 Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in...
 nothing. With a feeing of such unbelevable loneliness that your feeble brain can
 hardy perceive, can't possibly hope to comprehand. Not anly are you the anly lving
 thing left, you don't even have one Inanimate object to koop you company. You have
 literaly. Nothing. And you àž“àžˆ Iterally nowhere. mean, techrically, you àžȘ now the
 universe- if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only
 you. With nothing, no one, nowhere, Forever. And ever. And ever
 All because you thought you didnt matter. That you had no real, meaningful
 purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference
 But you did. And now look what you've gotten yourself into, you sily nugget. You're
 gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
 Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn't because you felt useless, but
 because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing ese. Hm
 The moral here? Be selfess, and always know and remember that you matter
 Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be
 ortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you
 With no way to escape. Ever
 Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point-all things considered
 would you choose longevity aver purpose? Immortality over meaning?
 OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER
 TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
 AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE
 MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
 A LAMINATED
 PAPER
 TOWEL
 DK MAN,
 IDK
 Write. A. Book.
 What if I did write a book
 and the pages of that book
 were made out of
 laminated
 paper towels
 IWASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
 This messed me up.
 Originaly posted by brooldynraven
Its not that deepomg-humor.tumblr.com
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: flyingbackwards
 onegliterorgy
 I laminated a paper towel
 why does this have 31 thousand notes
 You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for
 But wait this is actualy freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about
 the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a colective whole versus personal
 sustenance and lorgevity
 magine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for
 eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever
 However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in Iife is
 Whatever i is that you were always meant to do, what you ware supposed to
 oontribute to the overall schame and future of the Ife of the universe, your
 purpose...the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first plao0. You
 must give that up. You don't know what that is. You'll never know; But, regardess,
 you say yes
 Perhaps you assume you wouldnt have made any sort of significant ditference
 anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call 7 Nah, you call builshit, It
 doeent matter-you don't matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate
 connections-and iI all be fine, and you'l just live forever with minimal (or maybe
 even no) consequences.
 So, yay! You're now immortal. You'l never die or get hurt ever again. Wee
 But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you've gone
 through homible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you
 over had, every friand you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has
 passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for
 them 8s you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them
 again. But I digress), now, you leam you actusly were important in the grand
 scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world's survival, long
 ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose),you
 were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the
 world that you were aways supposed to abtain, before you unknowingly made the
 wrongest choice to ever wrong.
 Needess to say, you've fucked up big time
 The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this homtying revelation. It
 implodes, colapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or
 something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worids
 of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and ie, all sucked up
 into absolute, indefinite nothingness
 But you remain.
 Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in...
 nothing. With a feeing of such unbelevable loneliness that your feeble brain can
 hardy perceive, can't possibly hope to comprehand. Not anly are you the anly lving
 thing left, you don't even have one Inanimate object to koop you company. You have
 literaly. Nothing. And you àž“àžˆ Iterally nowhere. mean, techrically, you àžȘ now the
 universe- if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only
 you. With nothing, no one, nowhere, Forever. And ever. And ever
 All because you thought you didnt matter. That you had no real, meaningful
 purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference
 But you did. And now look what you've gotten yourself into, you sily nugget. You're
 gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
 Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn't because you felt useless, but
 because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing ese. Hm
 The moral here? Be selfess, and always know and remember that you matter
 Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be
 ortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you
 With no way to escape. Ever
 Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point-all things considered
 would you choose longevity aver purpose? Immortality over meaning?
 OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER
 TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
 AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE
 MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
 A LAMINATED
 PAPER
 TOWEL
 DK MAN,
 IDK
 Write. A. Book.
 What if I did write a book
 and the pages of that book
 were made out of
 laminated
 paper towels
 IWASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
 This messed me up.
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    But I Digress: WE HAVEA NOTRUE SCOTSMAN FOUL
 PLAYER ATTEMPTED TOCOUNTER
 REFUTATION WITH RHETORIC
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<p><a href="http://ineedfeminismbecuz.tumblr.com/post/124366255960/but-those-arent-real-feminists-yes-yes-they" class="tumblr_blog">ineedfeminismbecuz</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>“But those aren’t real feminists!” <br/>
Yes. Yes they are.<br/>
Allow me to present the dictionary definition that is so often spoken of on tumblr:</p>

<p>fem·i·nism<br/>
ˈfeməˌnizəm/<br/>
noun<br/>
the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.</p>

<p>Huh. That’s weird. It looks like the definition is not “literally equality”. I’ve been lied to! But I digress. Anyway, if that’s what defines a feminist, then anyone who advocates women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men is a feminist. That’s it. That’s the only requirement. Being concerned for men’s rights really isn’t a necessity for being a feminist. You just need to seek equality with men, whatever that would mean for you. </p>

Now I have a few problems with that, the biggest one being the fact that acknowledging men’s needs or fighting for men’s rights simply is not included in the definition of feminism. In fact, seeking equality with men assumes that men have all the rights they could ever possibly want and thus need no one to fight for them. Feminism does not, at its core, fight for men. Now if only there was some sort of ideology that fought for all genders equally. Something that fought for people in general rather than needing to specify gender and subsequently make another gender seem as though they had all their rights taken care of
 Something like
 Hmmmm
 Oh!

<p>Egalitarianism
<br/>noun
<br/>Advocacy of the equality of all people, especially in political, social, and economic life.</p>

<p>There we go.
There is a word for “literally equality” and it’s egalitarianism, not feminism. The definition of egalitarianism necessitates fighting for all rights, the definition of feminism does not.</p>

<p>Now you may be saying “Hey! Feminists fight for men’s rights too!” And you’d be right, at least partially. Some people who identify as feminists do fight for men’s rights, but that is the perfect segue into my discussion about the No true Scotsman fallacy.</p>
<p>From a Wikipedia summary:</p>

<p>“No true Scotsman is an informal fallacy, an ad hoc attempt to retain an unreasoned assertion. When faced with a counterexample to a universal claim (“no Scotsman would do such a thing”), rather than denying the counterexample or rejecting the original universal claim, this fallacy modifies the subject of the assertion to exclude the specific case or others like it by rhetoric, without reference to any specific objective rule (“no true Scotsman would do such a thing”).” 

</p><p>This is why you can’t just shrug your shoulders at “crazy feminists” who don’t fight for men’s rights by saying they aren’t “real feminists” or “true” feminists if you will. As long as they fulfill that rather short list of requirements listed above, they are true feminists, even if you don’t like or agree with them. Fighting for men’s rights simply isn’t part of the necessary equation.</p>

<p>Meanwhile, egalitarianism *is* by definition the advocacy of rights for all. Do you not like the term egalitarianism because somebody who called themselves egalitarian wasn’t fair to women? Well it can be truly said that they were not true egalitarians, since they don’t adhere to the very definition of the word which does, unlike feminism, require equal advocacy.</p>

So when somebody tells you they’re an egalitarian rather than a feminist, don’t act so shocked and offended and try to shoot them down by saying that feminism “literally means equality” and that the people they’ve had bad experiences with “aren’t real feminists” because they are, whether you like it or not.</blockquote>
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: WE HAVEA NOTRUE SCOTSMAN FOUL
 PLAYER ATTEMPTED TOCOUNTER
 REFUTATION WITH RHETORIC
 atlip.com
<p><a href="http://ineedfeminismbecuz.tumblr.com/post/124366255960/but-those-arent-real-feminists-yes-yes-they" class="tumblr_blog">ineedfeminismbecuz</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>“But those aren’t real feminists!” <br/>
Yes. Yes they are.<br/>
Allow me to present the dictionary definition that is so often spoken of on tumblr:</p>

<p>fem·i·nism<br/>
ˈfeməˌnizəm/<br/>
noun<br/>
the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.</p>

<p>Huh. That’s weird. It looks like the definition is not “literally equality”. I’ve been lied to! But I digress. Anyway, if that’s what defines a feminist, then anyone who advocates women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men is a feminist. That’s it. That’s the only requirement. Being concerned for men’s rights really isn’t a necessity for being a feminist. You just need to seek equality with men, whatever that would mean for you. </p>

Now I have a few problems with that, the biggest one being the fact that acknowledging men’s needs or fighting for men’s rights simply is not included in the definition of feminism. In fact, seeking equality with men assumes that men have all the rights they could ever possibly want and thus need no one to fight for them. Feminism does not, at its core, fight for men. Now if only there was some sort of ideology that fought for all genders equally. Something that fought for people in general rather than needing to specify gender and subsequently make another gender seem as though they had all their rights taken care of
 Something like
 Hmmmm
 Oh!

<p>Egalitarianism
<br/>noun
<br/>Advocacy of the equality of all people, especially in political, social, and economic life.</p>

<p>There we go.
There is a word for “literally equality” and it’s egalitarianism, not feminism. The definition of egalitarianism necessitates fighting for all rights, the definition of feminism does not.</p>

<p>Now you may be saying “Hey! Feminists fight for men’s rights too!” And you’d be right, at least partially. Some people who identify as feminists do fight for men’s rights, but that is the perfect segue into my discussion about the No true Scotsman fallacy.</p>
<p>From a Wikipedia summary:</p>

<p>“No true Scotsman is an informal fallacy, an ad hoc attempt to retain an unreasoned assertion. When faced with a counterexample to a universal claim (“no Scotsman would do such a thing”), rather than denying the counterexample or rejecting the original universal claim, this fallacy modifies the subject of the assertion to exclude the specific case or others like it by rhetoric, without reference to any specific objective rule (“no true Scotsman would do such a thing”).” 

</p><p>This is why you can’t just shrug your shoulders at “crazy feminists” who don’t fight for men’s rights by saying they aren’t “real feminists” or “true” feminists if you will. As long as they fulfill that rather short list of requirements listed above, they are true feminists, even if you don’t like or agree with them. Fighting for men’s rights simply isn’t part of the necessary equation.</p>

<p>Meanwhile, egalitarianism *is* by definition the advocacy of rights for all. Do you not like the term egalitarianism because somebody who called themselves egalitarian wasn’t fair to women? Well it can be truly said that they were not true egalitarians, since they don’t adhere to the very definition of the word which does, unlike feminism, require equal advocacy.</p>

So when somebody tells you they’re an egalitarian rather than a feminist, don’t act so shocked and offended and try to shoot them down by saying that feminism “literally means equality” and that the people they’ve had bad experiences with “aren’t real feminists” because they are, whether you like it or not.</blockquote>
                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: WE HAVEA NOTRUE SCOTSMAN FOUL
 PLAYER ATTEMPTED TOCOUNTER
 REFUTATION WITH RHETORIC
 atlip.com
<p><a href="http://ineedfeminismbecuz.tumblr.com/post/124366255960/but-those-arent-real-feminists-yes-yes-they" class="tumblr_blog">ineedfeminismbecuz</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>“But those aren’t real feminists!” <br/>
Yes. Yes they are.<br/>
Allow me to present the dictionary definition that is so often spoken of on tumblr:</p>

<p>fem·i·nism<br/>
ˈfeməˌnizəm/<br/>
noun<br/>
the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.</p>

<p>Huh. That’s weird. It looks like the definition is not “literally equality”. I’ve been lied to! But I digress. Anyway, if that’s what defines a feminist, then anyone who advocates women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men is a feminist. That’s it. That’s the only requirement. Being concerned for men’s rights really isn’t a necessity for being a feminist. You just need to seek equality with men, whatever that would mean for you. </p>

Now I have a few problems with that, the biggest one being the fact that acknowledging men’s needs or fighting for men’s rights simply is not included in the definition of feminism. In fact, seeking equality with men assumes that men have all the rights they could ever possibly want and thus need no one to fight for them. Feminism does not, at its core, fight for men. Now if only there was some sort of ideology that fought for all genders equally. Something that fought for people in general rather than needing to specify gender and subsequently make another gender seem as though they had all their rights taken care of
 Something like
 Hmmmm
 Oh!

<p>Egalitarianism
<br/>noun
<br/>Advocacy of the equality of all people, especially in political, social, and economic life.</p>

<p>There we go.
There is a word for “literally equality” and it’s egalitarianism, not feminism. The definition of egalitarianism necessitates fighting for all rights, the definition of feminism does not.</p>

<p>Now you may be saying “Hey! Feminists fight for men’s rights too!” And you’d be right, at least partially. Some people who identify as feminists do fight for men’s rights, but that is the perfect segue into my discussion about the No true Scotsman fallacy.</p>
<p>From a Wikipedia summary:</p>

<p>“No true Scotsman is an informal fallacy, an ad hoc attempt to retain an unreasoned assertion. When faced with a counterexample to a universal claim (“no Scotsman would do such a thing”), rather than denying the counterexample or rejecting the original universal claim, this fallacy modifies the subject of the assertion to exclude the specific case or others like it by rhetoric, without reference to any specific objective rule (“no true Scotsman would do such a thing”).” 

</p><p>This is why you can’t just shrug your shoulders at “crazy feminists” who don’t fight for men’s rights by saying they aren’t “real feminists” or “true” feminists if you will. As long as they fulfill that rather short list of requirements listed above, they are true feminists, even if you don’t like or agree with them. Fighting for men’s rights simply isn’t part of the necessary equation.</p>

<p>Meanwhile, egalitarianism *is* by definition the advocacy of rights for all. Do you not like the term egalitarianism because somebody who called themselves egalitarian wasn’t fair to women? Well it can be truly said that they were not true egalitarians, since they don’t adhere to the very definition of the word which does, unlike feminism, require equal advocacy.</p>

So when somebody tells you they’re an egalitarian rather than a feminist, don’t act so shocked and offended and try to shoot them down by saying that feminism “literally means equality” and that the people they’ve had bad experiences with “aren’t real feminists” because they are, whether you like it or not.</blockquote>
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: WE HAVEA NOTRUE SCOTSMAN FOUL
 PLAYER ATTEMPTED TOCOUNTER
 REFUTATION WITH RHETORIC
 atlip.com
<p><a href="http://ineedfeminismbecuz.tumblr.com/post/124366255960/but-those-arent-real-feminists-yes-yes-they" class="tumblr_blog">ineedfeminismbecuz</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>“But those aren’t real feminists!” <br/>
Yes. Yes they are.<br/>
Allow me to present the dictionary definition that is so often spoken of on tumblr:</p>

<p>fem·i·nism<br/>
ˈfeməˌnizəm/<br/>
noun<br/>
the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.</p>

<p>Huh. That’s weird. It looks like the definition is not “literally equality”. I’ve been lied to! But I digress. Anyway, if that’s what defines a feminist, then anyone who advocates women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men is a feminist. That’s it. That’s the only requirement. Being concerned for men’s rights really isn’t a necessity for being a feminist. You just need to seek equality with men, whatever that would mean for you. </p>

Now I have a few problems with that, the biggest one being the fact that acknowledging men’s needs or fighting for men’s rights simply is not included in the definition of feminism. In fact, seeking equality with men assumes that men have all the rights they could ever possibly want and thus need no one to fight for them. Feminism does not, at its core, fight for men. Now if only there was some sort of ideology that fought for all genders equally. Something that fought for people in general rather than needing to specify gender and subsequently make another gender seem as though they had all their rights taken care of
 Something like
 Hmmmm
 Oh!

<p>Egalitarianism
<br/>noun
<br/>Advocacy of the equality of all people, especially in political, social, and economic life.</p>

<p>There we go.
There is a word for “literally equality” and it’s egalitarianism, not feminism. The definition of egalitarianism necessitates fighting for all rights, the definition of feminism does not.</p>

<p>Now you may be saying “Hey! Feminists fight for men’s rights too!” And you’d be right, at least partially. Some people who identify as feminists do fight for men’s rights, but that is the perfect segue into my discussion about the No true Scotsman fallacy.</p>
<p>From a Wikipedia summary:</p>

<p>“No true Scotsman is an informal fallacy, an ad hoc attempt to retain an unreasoned assertion. When faced with a counterexample to a universal claim (“no Scotsman would do such a thing”), rather than denying the counterexample or rejecting the original universal claim, this fallacy modifies the subject of the assertion to exclude the specific case or others like it by rhetoric, without reference to any specific objective rule (“no true Scotsman would do such a thing”).” 

</p><p>This is why you can’t just shrug your shoulders at “crazy feminists” who don’t fight for men’s rights by saying they aren’t “real feminists” or “true” feminists if you will. As long as they fulfill that rather short list of requirements listed above, they are true feminists, even if you don’t like or agree with them. Fighting for men’s rights simply isn’t part of the necessary equation.</p>

<p>Meanwhile, egalitarianism *is* by definition the advocacy of rights for all. Do you not like the term egalitarianism because somebody who called themselves egalitarian wasn’t fair to women? Well it can be truly said that they were not true egalitarians, since they don’t adhere to the very definition of the word which does, unlike feminism, require equal advocacy.</p>

So when somebody tells you they’re an egalitarian rather than a feminist, don’t act so shocked and offended and try to shoot them down by saying that feminism “literally means equality” and that the people they’ve had bad experiences with “aren’t real feminists” because they are, whether you like it or not.</blockquote>
                
            

            
            
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    But I Digress: dewchan7865:

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose
 the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in
 nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels

I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT

This messed me up.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                But I Digress: dewchan7865:

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose
 the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in
 nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels

I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT

This messed me up.

                
            

            
            
dewchan7865:

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

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    But I Digress: beauty snake
 somewhat-grump a
 dewchan7865
 roman-rory-fallen-angel:
 cuddlemonstercas:
 flyingbackwards:
 cuddlemonstercas
 oneglitterorgy
 urbandictionaryfinds:
 hidefjesus:
 I laminated a paper towel
 why does this have 31 thousand notes
 You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it
 was predestined for.
 But wait this is acually freaking me out though, it raises so
 many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning
 of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and
 longevity
 Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal
 and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything
 ever again, and get to live forever.
 However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever
 your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always
 meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the
 overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your
 purpose. the whole reason you were even created, even born
 in the first place. You must give that up. You don't know what
 that is. You'll never know, But, regardless, you say yes.
 Perhaps you assume you wouldn't have made any sort of
 significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or
 whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn't matter -
 you don't matter, at least not to anything outside of your
 immediate connections - and it'll all be fine, and you'll just live
 forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
 So, yay! You're now immortal. You'll never die or get hurt ever
 again. Weel
 But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by
 this point you've gone through horrible heartbreak and misery
 and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend
 you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed
 away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do
 anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever
 go with them or ever see them again. But I digress). now, you
 leam you actually were important in the grand scheme of things.
 You were supposed to be a key factor in the world's survival,
 long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over
 individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or
 awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you
 were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made
 the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
 Needless to say, you've fucked up big time.
 The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this
 horifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself,
 essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars,
 nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds
 of living people and things, and light-years of time and space
 and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
 But you remain.
 Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through,
 suspended in. nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable
 loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can't
 possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living
 thing left, you don't even have one inanimate object to keep you
 company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally
 nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it
 would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You.
 Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever
 And ever
 All because you thought you didn't matter. That you had no
 real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a
 difference.
 But you did. And now look what you've gotten yourself into, you
 silly nugget. You're gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that
 eternity, huh?
 Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn't because
 you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about
 prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
 The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember
 that you matter.
 Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to
 suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of
 nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape.
 Ever.
 Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all
 things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose?
 Immortality over meaning?
 OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATEDA STUPID
 PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
 AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE
 ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE
 LIVES IN
 A LAMINATED
 PAPER
 T OW EL
 IDK MAN.
 IDK
 Write. A Book
 What if I did write a book
 and the pages of that book
 were made out of
 laminated
 paper towels
 I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
 This messed me up.
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                But I Digress: beauty snake
 somewhat-grump a
 dewchan7865
 roman-rory-fallen-angel:
 cuddlemonstercas:
 flyingbackwards:
 cuddlemonstercas
 oneglitterorgy
 urbandictionaryfinds:
 hidefjesus:
 I laminated a paper towel
 why does this have 31 thousand notes
 You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it
 was predestined for.
 But wait this is acually freaking me out though, it raises so
 many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning
 of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and
 longevity
 Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal
 and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything
 ever again, and get to live forever.
 However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever
 your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always
 meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the
 overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your
 purpose. the whole reason you were even created, even born
 in the first place. You must give that up. You don't know what
 that is. You'll never know, But, regardless, you say yes.
 Perhaps you assume you wouldn't have made any sort of
 significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or
 whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn't matter -
 you don't matter, at least not to anything outside of your
 immediate connections - and it'll all be fine, and you'll just live
 forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
 So, yay! You're now immortal. You'll never die or get hurt ever
 again. Weel
 But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by
 this point you've gone through horrible heartbreak and misery
 and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend
 you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed
 away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do
 anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever
 go with them or ever see them again. But I digress). now, you
 leam you actually were important in the grand scheme of things.
 You were supposed to be a key factor in the world's survival,
 long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over
 individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or
 awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you
 were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made
 the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
 Needless to say, you've fucked up big time.
 The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this
 horifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself,
 essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars,
 nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds
 of living people and things, and light-years of time and space
 and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
 But you remain.
 Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through,
 suspended in. nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable
 loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can't
 possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living
 thing left, you don't even have one inanimate object to keep you
 company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally
 nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it
 would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You.
 Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever
 And ever
 All because you thought you didn't matter. That you had no
 real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a
 difference.
 But you did. And now look what you've gotten yourself into, you
 silly nugget. You're gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that
 eternity, huh?
 Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn't because
 you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about
 prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
 The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember
 that you matter.
 Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to
 suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of
 nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape.
 Ever.
 Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all
 things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose?
 Immortality over meaning?
 OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATEDA STUPID
 PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
 AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE
 ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE
 LIVES IN
 A LAMINATED
 PAPER
 T OW EL
 IDK MAN.
 IDK
 Write. A Book
 What if I did write a book
 and the pages of that book
 were made out of
 laminated
 paper towels
 I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
 This messed me up.
 Source: shittybreadybun
 478,319 notes
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