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wanipiece:

a lot of my autism masking is just making myself more palatable for other people and my therapist said “does spock make himself ‘more palatable’ for others?” and had me promise to keep unmasking like:

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pointnclick:

“No one wants to work anymore.” Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would

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txttletale:

sorry for [remembering a tumblr post about expressing gratitude instead of apologising to make the interaction more positive for the other person] i mean thank you for having a boyfriend who was so easy to run over withmy car and reverse over three times maybe four

yms1:

going ghost on all social media except for tumblr is the move

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harleyklawz:

berlynn-wohl:

hotlegsharker:

belphegor1982:

the-lumpfish-queen:

actuallyapathy:

swampthingy:

I love environmental storytelling

Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people

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zrooper:

zrooper:

zrooper:

writing-prompt-s:

An old woman will arrive at the station at 2:47 AM, she will not have enough money to pay the fare, let her in anyway. She will then board an unscheduled train at 3:00 AM. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TURN HER AWAY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

It was either a joke or some train executive’s wife, that’s what I thought when my manager gave me those specific instructions.

He proceeded to stress them again three more times during orientation. No biggie, I figured, and set a reminder on my phone for 2:45 just to be safe. Other than that I was just shown how to work the ticketing machine and where to find the spare D Batteries for the ancient flashlight they provided me with.

At 11:50 PM the last scheduled train departed. By 00:20 AM all the disembarked passengers had milled off. There was only one other person at the platform, a young homeless man missing a leg. Probably a veteran of one war or the other, there had been so many recently. He was sleeping on one of the benches. My manager had said I was to politely urge any passengers remaining after midnight to leave. He did not seem like a passenger so I let him sleep. It is how I was raised.

At 2:45 AM my alarm went off. I put aside my book, made sure my booth was tidy in case the executive’s wife or mother or whoever would come was going to inspect it.

At 2:47 AM she was there.

I did not hear a car, nor approaching footsteps. The Babusia was simply there when she had not been before. A heavily wrinkled old woman, with a crooked nose and a scarf tied around her brittle-looking grey hair. A knobbly wooden walking stick was held by an equally knobbly left hand. She did not seem like the mother of some rich rail tycoon. She reminded me of my grandmother.

But I had never met my grandmother.

“One ticket, please.” she requested in a firm voice, placing a small handful of coins on the counter without looking up at me. Most of the coins were obsolete Kopeks, and even counting those it was not enough for half a ticket, but as I was told before I nodded my head and accepted her money. “Of course. ”

It suddenly occured to me that I was not told how to print a ticket for this unscheduled train. Before I could remark about it, I saw that the ticket was already at the mouth of the machine. It was green, with red lettering, something the black-and-white printer should not have made. But yet it did. The printing seemed in cyrillic of some sort, but I could not read it.

“Your ticket.” I presented, and without thinking added “Do you require assistance to climb the platform stairs, grandmother?” It is how I was raised.

“Yes. Assist me.” she replied curtly, beginning to shuffle slowly through the dark station towards the platform. I locked up my booth, and caught up with her just before the stairs. I switched on my heavy flashlight with my right hand, and offered the woman my right to brace herself. Her grip was strong. She probably would have had no issue climbing by herself, but assisting a grandmother was always the right thing to do, even when her sharp fingernails dug painfully into my palm.

We arrived at the platform. The clock hanging from the ceiling read 2:56. She released my hand and took a few steps, then looked at the sleeping man on the bench. “A friend of yours?” she asked. I thought about lying; if she was truly an executive’s family, perhaps hosting a friend would be a lighter offense than turning a blind eye?

“No, grandmother.” I responded truthfully. “He is not breaking the rules, so I left him alone.” It is how I was raised.

The woman hummed. She seemed taller than before. Taller than me. The night draped her shoulders like a shaul and my torch did not reach it. Her gray hair shone like woven starlight, and her eyes were the night sky. I could not look away.

“You are a well-mannered girl.” she said, her voice echoing in my ears like silence. She placed something small and hard in my hand.

A train arrived. It had only one car. I think it had a steam engine. It may have walked on chicken legs. I could not look at it.

The Grandmother boarded her train without another word. I was alone in a perfectly dull train station. Almost. The homeless woman behind me mumbled and stretched her legs in her sleep.

In my hand was a wrapped piece of hard candy.

This makes me happy in particular because that’s exactly what I was going for

Every time someone leaves kind words in the comments it makes my day! Even if I don’t reply to each and every one (mostly because I can’t think of something to say usually) I love it, so thank you all!

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so-much-for-subtlety:

so-much-for-subtlety:

machine uses image recognition to detect lice on fish and then uses laser to blast the parasites.

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smoqueen-deactivated20251108:

sorry for the nervous breakdown everyone im actuallt fine because i have to be

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naamahdarling:

bogleech:

ethicalhorseslaughter:

catsofyore:

In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.

There’s too much going on here

“Skin: can’t see it you worried?”

PLEASE READ the sheet it’s amazing.

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unfavorableinstigation:

galileosballs:

real-language-facts:

one may think “language” is french or spinach for “the nguage”. this is a folk etymology myth, it is actually more like mile -> mileage. “How much language are you getting out ofthose words”

I regret to inform everyone that this is actually not that far off the real etymology. The ‘langue’ part of language comes from the latin 'lingua’, meaning 'tongue’, and the ’-age’ suffix is something the word picked up in old french as a suffix of action (like how a 'pilgrimage’ is 'that thing pilgrims do’). So really it’s more like 'what that tongue do’

Well, that’s upsetting.

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lesbianalicent:

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kosmogrl:

kosmogrl:

you’ll be fine. you made it out of impossible situations before and you will do it again

ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN.

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atlinmerrick:

bigmammallama5:

bogleech:

Voting did matter. Even the worst democrat or in all honesty the next worst republican was not going to do all this exact same crazy shit. Voting cannot fix a broken system but if the system asks you to weigh in on how much more broken it wants to get, you can tell it “no, not that far please” instead of effectively “I don’t care, go hog fucking wild”

So please vote in the midterms, for the least evil options on the ballots, instead of telling them you just don’t mind who they put in charge of whatever the hell they want.

To back up OP’s post, democrats have won the majority of recent state elections (NPR link), and closed the gap on the few they didn’t. Dems also are notorious for getting stuck having to fix shit and get locked in a constant uphill battle (why it feels like they don’t get a lot done). As for the arguments of “lol we won’t have midterms” or “even if we do win midterms it won’t work so what’s the point”… that’s a form of voter suppression and weak ass defeatism.

The federal government cannot interfere with state’s voting and board of elections, it is unconstitutional and was defended as recently as a few days ago Jan 9 2026 (Politico link). The arguments that it’s not worth it or won’t happen will get louder and worse because the far right know that they are losing power.

Keep track of your local and state elections, check your voter registration status and make sure it’s active and correct, and make a plan to vote. That means all seats from federal down to city council. I get how tired y’all are bc I’m right there with you, but I want to get out of this. If you do too, stop doomscrolling and start being strategic with your attention. Pay attention to your local election boards, start giving yourself grace to learn and grow, if you can get involved do, if you can’t just make sure to get out and vote. Remember voting is not a magic button and it’s going to take decades to fix what has been undone, so pace yourself accordingly.

WHY YOU VOTE (read above). Because bad can get worse and bad can GET BETTER.

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loveridden1999:

2peachy:

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ladysansalannister:

I’m seeing a lot of people say Wake Up Dead Man doesn’t feel like a movie about Catholicism, and I feel that is missing the point. Yes, the movie isn’t about mainstream Catholicism, not at all. But that’s the point. It’s about a rural American tradcath church, which breaks away from the traditional Catholic path to blindly follow a priest as their de facto cult leader. The “normal” Catholics at the beginning of the movie even warn Jud about going there because of this. It isn’t meant to be a representation of traditional, mainstream Catholicism, but the Catholicism that has caught on in right wing, redpilled, MAGA America, and that’s the point.