[image transcription: that one character from the “Darmok” episode of ST:TNG, lying on the ground looking up at Picard. Darmok Dude grunts in pain and says, “Troy, returned with pizzas.” In the following shot, Picard looks down at him with grave concern and says, “Indeed. This does seem to be the darkest timeline.”]
So I found this, I don’t know what to do with it, but it will certainly go in the FOX post. FOX News says Biden let the hurricane hilary into the country
im actually SOBBING this is so funny
joe biden is a storm god
somebody do a shitty jpeg edit of joe biden as a storm god ill love you forever
“Outfit repeater” is such a dumb insult. Yes, I like my clothes and will wear them. You sound like a Tiktoker who does Shein hauls. Ratio.
“Outfit repeater” is a compliment it means you didn’t permanently stain your nice top with gravy the first time you wore it like the rest of us clumsy fools
easiest explanation i have for pronouns that “don’t make sense” (neopronouns, he/him lesbians, etc) is that a person’s pronouns are basically just a nickname we use for that person so we don’t have to constantly say their name when talking about them. a person’s pronouns also tend to have an association tied to them, which is usually an indication of their gender. that said, much like how your nickname can mean whatever you want it to mean, your pronouns can mean whatever you want them to mean. and, with enough practice, if you can remember that someone has a nickname, you can also probably remember their pronouns too (no matter what they are)
even shorter explanation: you can do whatever you want forever
Me, after ordering one coffee and a bagel, enraged that we have let capitalism get to such a late stage that just getting a cheap little treat is a fucking 16 dollar purchase, panicking at my dwindling funds in the face of more and more inflation, considering how bad it would be to just jump the counter and take a few bagels and a coffee pot, the utter panic and rage sending me into a blind fury as I guzzle down boiling coffee and stale, untoasted expired bagels, my eyes red with unbridled fury and my face even redder from scalding coffee burns, before I finally snap back to reality and hand the cashier my debit card: yeah sounds good, no worries.
Me : that’ll be 15.98
Customer : yeah sounds good, no worries
Me knowing that the prices are absolutely criminal, knowing that the soaring profits from this are not going to reinvest in my place of work and definitely not going to me, yearning to cancel the transaction and just hand them the damn food that cost nothing to make and jump over the counter with them flee from the store and never return to this godforsaken industry ever again run off with them and take from the every bland boxy coffee shop and fast food joint what we are owed, liberating the workers trapped behind counters and bound by rent and debt to registers from which money taunts them until we raid the corporate offices and stand triumphant over the bloodied body of the CEOs that stifled any effort to form a union before the transaction completes and I hand back their card : Here’s your card back, have a nice day.
First of all, the movie’s first mistake was opening with trying to make Marinette a Disney princess when we all know that Adrien is the Disney princess
