what’s the pink they put in pink lemonade that makes it so poppin
that’s pussy babe!
Is there not a single stock photo of someone drinking pink lemonade that would have been easier than putting a pink cloud over a water bottle
you think i do this shit cause it easy
It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.
That changes today.
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.
He is moved.
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my white lily friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”.
“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”
“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.
“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”
He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”
“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.
“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
“I hear a tear”
How do you hear a tear?
Ah, you must not be Muslim,
Lots of followers on YouTube: $$$
Lots of followers on this site: thousands of death threats and messages calling me a fool for a small spelling error on a post I casually wrote for fun. A gun held to my head by a 16 yr old. They nailed my dog to a tree. My home, burned
im only attracted to real people and i dont just mean cartoons and video game characters i also mean airbrushed carefully manicured and fabricated and curated hollywood personalities. they are just nothing to me. aesthetically flawless and utterly sexless
you can show me 1000 chris pines and scarlett johanssons and so on and so forth theyre all perfectly fine and beautiful and boring and they will never have the attractiveness of just someone you meet in the street or on public transport or whatever tbh. the average celebrity is every bit as fake and unreal to me as an anime boy
if you cut a perfectly human-shaped hole in an unlocked door do you think more people would open the door or try to squeeze through it
I would open the door as I’m not average human height.
That’s okay—although it is not your hole and it was not made for you, assume for the purposes of the question that it’s of a size and shape roughly comparable to your own, and that this is not notable to the point of being unsettling.
It is not a sinister hole. There is nothing weird about it, other than being kind of quirky. It is located in a place that is mundane but where “fun” interior design choices are to be expected, like a dentist’s office or a zoo or an art museum.
The question is not whether or not you could fit through the hole, but whether or not you would try for the novelty of it. If you are very tall or fat or use a mobility device, the hole appears to be roughly the right size to accommodate you; it might take more effort than opening the door, but not so much that you would worry about getting stuck or tripping. It’s just a human-shaped hole that would probably fit you if you tried, just not in a supernatural or unsettling or suspicious way.
Ship the more you add to this post the more it sounds like fae propaganda.
It is definitely a normal human-shaped hole in a normal door and there is nothing about it to be afraid of.
Na-ah. Nope. I’ve read enigma of amigara fault. You’re not gonna trick me 🔪
It’s NOT your hole and it was NOT made for you. It doesn’t lead anywhere except into the room immediately in front of you. The door is a normal thickness for doors, so like, an inch probably. The hole is not interesting or compelling in any way except that it’s made to look like somebody smashed through it like in a cartoon.
it looks like the answer to your question is that ANY human shaped hole in a door causes a lot of people intrinsic unease and they definitely would not go through it. Doorways are by definition liminal spaces and thus this distrust is likely to crop up in various places and times and cultures, but particularly in anyone who’s familiar traditional Irish and British folklore.
The distrust is probably made worse for those not average human sized/requiring a mobility aid but yet the hole could accommodate, because that’s going to feel more personalized no matter how many times you insist the hole is not made for them particularly. Those of us who aren’t average are too used to to things not accommodating us to trust random holes that do.
however, a library I frequently has two arched entrances to it’s kids’ room, both through a brief “tunnel” and one is tall enough for most adults and the other is clearly meant for children and I absolutely always hunch and go through the kid one, so if you could convince me that a random person shaped hole in a door was safe, which you cannot, available evidence suggests I would probably try to fit through it.
no the distrust comes from people playing too much D&D and reading too much manga
in the real world people are not inherently suspicious about the mystical powers of whimsical zoo doorways
The distrust comes from the observer effect + glumshoe’s reputation
THIS IS THE ONE TIME I’M NOT TRYING TO LURE ANYONE INTO A TRAP
What do you think of Steven Universe?
come back with a warrant
I just noticed that apparently the slogan for Barq’s root beer is “It’s Good”.
That’s at least a stronger claim than the slogan for Seattle Central College, which is “One of the Seattle Colleges”.
Canadian tourism really swinging for the fences
me every time i take a sip of my cappuccino: do they know it’s called cappuccino because the color is similar to the sackcloth worn by capuchin friars (cappuccini). do they know capuchin friars got their name from the hood (cappuccio) they wear. do they know cappuccino is a double diminutive as it comes from capo (‘robe’) + uccio = cappuccio ('hood’ but literally 'little robe’) + ino = cappuccino ('tiny hood’ but literally 'tiny little robe’). do they know
Can’t believe I’m up at 4.30am learning how Tiktok tag teamed with cyberbully hive mind Tumblr “made Alex Jones delete in 3 days” dot com to demolish manufactured poser girlboss band Tramp Stamps two seconds after they released their shitty music