you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
I do really hate that the common way of judging adaptions has become “how close is it to the source material?”; in my opinion a good adaptation is generally the result of someone understanding how and why to use a previously existing story as a springboard for their own themes or commentary
like the lion king 2019 isn’t bad because it’s not close to the original (it is painstakingly so), it’s bad because it has absolutely nothing to say about it and has nothing to say on it’s own. it just comes down to “we did this because the original did” which i think is where a bad adaptation usually begins.
it’s jokes on here but rly truly genuinely the thing u like abt taika’s core affect has always been his māori-ness. what ur perceiving in his comedy and writing and emotional beats and exploration of masculinity and general clown shit is peak pasifika. not that islanders have the monopoly on his tone but. since 2 cars 1 night, eagle vs shark, flight of the conchords, boy, hunt for the wilderpeople, what we do in the shadows, our flag means death etc. he has never not been a māori eccentric making distinctly happy-sad dramedies born out of māori boyhood and the cadence of nz aoteoroa village kid humor like. that is an islander doing bits at ur aunty’s funeral if i ever saw one
anyway just ensuring the masses. that’s not western hollywood progressive ally it-boy sauce. u know what i mean. like the reason it’s refreshing is bc pasifika masculine tenderness exists outside of That. māori boys traditionally wear skirts and weave and wear flowers in their hair and collectively weep at funerals and kiss the body in the casket and tell self deprecating jokes when grandma is bummed out and learn to carry grief very. absurdly, comedically, softly, openly. grief both personal and historical. colonized islanders navigating the fracturing of our communities via jokes etc. it’s everything that white masculinity is not. so!!! idk there are and will continue to be a trillion essays on taika’s sauce bc he gets written fat checks and has like 7 massive projects out at any given time but the conversation would hugely benefit from not leaving out his. entire artistic ethos as an islander
People with chronic illnesses, or people recovering from illness or accidents often have outrageous medical bills that they have to pay off. When medical debt is recorded on credit reports it makes it harder to borrow money, buy a home, get a car, etc. All these make it harder to work, live, and pay off the medical debt.
If this doesn’t effect you, congrats, but it is an incredibly important thing for a lot of people.
my sibling in christ it is not sufficient that you log off of your computer: you must also log off in your heart
A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful tumblrina. The young tumblrina asked if they could help her log on.
The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows not to log on.
Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the tumblrina’s laptop, opened a browser, logged her gently onto the tumblr app, and carried on his journey.
The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. After rejoining his companion, he was speechless, and an hour passed without a word between them.
Two more hours passed, then three, finally the younger monk could contain himself any longer, and blurted out “As monks, we are not permitted to log on, how could you then log on that tumblrina with your hands?”
The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I logged off on the other side of the river, why are you still logged on?”
Despite some of its misses, Firefox still matters. Mozilla is pushing companies to be more private, and its key product is different at its core. The browser market is dominated by Google’s Chromium codebase and its underlying browser engine, Blink, the component that turns code into visual web pages. Microsoft’s Edge Browser, Brave, Vivaldi, and Opera all use adapted versions of Chromium. Apple makes developers use its WebKit browser engine on iOS. Other than that, Firefox’s Gecko browser engine is the only alternative in existence.
“This market needs variety,” Willemsen says. If Firefox diminishes further, there’ll be less competition for Chrome. “We need that difference for open internet standards, for the sake of preventing monopolies,” Willemsen says. Others agree. Everyone we spoke with for this story—inside and outside of Mozilla—says having Firefox flourish makes the web a better place. The trick is figuring out how to get there.
Download and start using Firefox if you don’t already, I made the switch back to Firefox after not using it for years and being a chrome person until 2020 and have never regretted it
Firefox lets you automatically migrate bookmarks, passwords etc from chrome (and maybe other browsers? Not certain). Switching is easy and good
Ten Indigenous artists/culture bearers of all traditions, mediums and genres will be awarded grants of $50,000.
Artists may propose a one year budget that includes a living stipend, as well as support for the supplies and equipment necessary to publicly amplify the work and develop a community messaging platform. 12% of funds must also support artist self-care, health and well-being.
Grant funds are considered taxable income and artists will be responsible for managing related income tax related standards. Artists must report and share their creative progress on a quarterly basis. Funds will be distributed in accordance with a 12-month work plan and projected budget.
THE 2022 RADICAL IMAGINATION LOI SUBMISSION PHASE OPENS MARCH 9, 2022.
PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR LETTER OF INTEREST AND SAMPLES OF YOUR WORK BY APRIL 8TH, 2022 AT 5PM CST.
Disney’s support of the Don’t Say Gay shit is reprehensible to begin with but I think it’s a little strange that the solution proposed by some people is to yell at Disney until they say they support LGBT people and not question why the funny cartoon company can dictate human rights
Disney has so much investment in China that this is never going to happen.
China has nothing to do with a Florida-based company funding Florida lawmakers in creating a Floridian bill to appeal to homophobic Floridians in Florida that will be surely used as a template for other home-grown homophobes in other states in the United States of America. Disney is not a poor underdog being stepped on by the boot of a scary foreign shadow government, they are a monopolistic monstrosity that’s been contributing to awful practices and abuses throughout its entire near-century of existence.
genuine self confidence literally only comes with not caring at all if you’re ugly… like if it’s based around finding yourself beautiful it’s planted on fragile ground
like it feels Good to look in the mirror and say Wow i feel pretty, it’s a nice moment and i’m not condemning it, but it’s a tenuous position. if you position yourself to feel good about being pretty, you’re still vulnerable to Ugly, and pretty is not a sustainable state. no matter how far you extend the concept of beauty, it’s still based in rules established by societal standards that realistically one cannot be perfectly held up to.
actually this post i made a year ago that some random just reblogged is right and im a genius
sending love out tonight to everyone who is progressively losing their abilities, whether that’s movement, ability to walk, eyesight, or hearing.
it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you can’t do things that you used to be able to do. I’ll be honest, it feels like you’re losing control of your life. it can feel very isolating and hopeless. its scary and overwhelming, and it’s so hard to deal with.
you are not less than just because you can do less. im proud of you for still being here, and i wish you ease with adjusting to new ways of life. please take care of yourself, i love you.
gentle addition for the folks who are losing their mental capacity in any way, shape, or form. If you can’t think as clearly as you used to, if you don’t have the executive functioning you once had, if your memory is getting worse, if your sensory processing issues are increasing, if your episodes are becoming more frequent. Your life has inherent value and I hope I can help remind you of that.
