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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to

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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains

#i agree #however i think it’s alright to complain about the people from these generations who were NOT the fighters #like my parents - totally awful gen-xers who are comfortable saying the n-word unprompted and are extremely discriminatory #i think it’s totally fine to do that and somewhat generalize it to a large portion of the generation #but yes we should acknowledge what a lot of them have done for us today #gen alpha though is different #sure they’re cringey and misbehaved but whose fault is that?? #their parents either don’t want to interact with them and plop them in front of an ipad or who are working two or three jobs #and don’t have time for quality time with their kids #and it’s not an excuse but they’re not being taught emotional regulation or being given love and affection and community #so what do you expect them to do? they’re children #we owe it to them to do better

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#it’s crazy shit honestly #how things just repeat themselves and even though it’s only been 80 years no one seems to notice

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Among those arrested in Atlanta today were Noelle McAfee, Chair of the Philosophy Department at Emory University. You can hear her ask the PhD student taking the video:

“Can you call the Philosophy Department office and tell them I’ve been arrested?...I’m Noelle McAfee, I’m Chair of the Philosophy Department”

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i think there's something so beautiful about postcards and how they say that yes i was in this beautiful place but i still couldn't stop thinking about you

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One chicken

t-shirts swap with John

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he's all in

#he’s all in

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type prevs url with your eyes closed in the tags

#be der’adiamind-warring #okay… not baddd

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I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

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I am so proud to say that my college is so LGBT friendly, that in a survey Res Life put out they forgot to include straight people.

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list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals

cleaning or wipe your bare feet

breaking off a piece of bread and handing it to someone

putting the weight of a basket on your hip or head

eating nuts or berries while hunched over close to the ground

seeing something startling just out of your line of sight and very quickly stepping or leaping on to a larger object to get a better view

cupping your hands into running water to wash your face

the unanimous protection of a baby or child in a public space where women are present

when an elderly woman laughs and grips your forearm tightly

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More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here

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Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

#i completely forgot about this moment but i love it

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after my werewolf boyfriend pulls out

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congrats on 2k! could i ask for steve or eddie with extrovert x introvert please?

summary: eddie picks you up when you get overwhelmed at a party

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Eddie finds you in the upstairs bathroom. You’d called him fifteen minutes ago, on the verge of tears, almost begging him to come and pick you up from this nightmare of a party. Your words, not his.

He knows you’re in there only because he finds your bracelet on the carpet just outside the door. The latch must’ve come undone. He picks it up and secures it around his own wrist, making a mental note to actually remember to return it to you. He knocks on the door.

“Y/N? You in there? It’s me.”

There’s a pause, then a series of sounds, and then the door’s opening and you’re there. You look as pretty as when you’d left for the party earlier, if not somehow prettier. Eddie thinks you get prettier and prettier with every passing hour.

“Eddie,” you say, sounding relieved and looking twice as much. You scrub at your face, too harsh for Eddie’s liking. When you pull your hands away he thinks he sees tear tracks on your cheeks. When he takes your face in his hands, he knows he sees tear tracks.

“Have you been crying?” He asks quietly, as kindly as he can. He wouldn’t like to make you cry even more.

“Oh.” You look extremely guilty at being caught and it would make Eddie laugh if he wasn’t so worried about you. “Um, n-not really.”

You try to pull your face from Eddie’s hands but he won’t let you. He holds you still and drags his thumbs over the hollows beneath your eyes.

“What happened?” He asks slowly, softly. “Did something happen?”

You stop struggling and instead shake your head in his hands. It’s awfully cute. Eddie had to stop himself from pinching your cheeks.

“No,” you say around his hands. “Nothing happened. Just … got overwhelmed.”

Eddie can tell you’re being honest and is glad for it. He hates when you reduce your sadness or your worries to little things, when really, they’re big things for you. He lets his hands slide down to the spaces between your neck and shoulders.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he says, squeezing your shoulder. “That sucks.”

You sigh. “Yeah.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he wraps you up in a hug. He pushes his arms over your shoulders and encourages your face to his neck with one hand, his fingers buried in your hair. You oblige happily, your arms pushing around his waist and locking him in. Eddie hugs you as tight as he possibly can without crushing you. You hug back, less tight but just as enthusiastic.

“I think a kiss would make it better,” Eddie says quietly, his lips at the side of your head. He pulls away so he can see your face. “What do you think?”

He watches as you attempt to keep a straight face but ultimately fail, a whisper of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Maybe,” you say slowly, looking like you’re about to burst.

Eddie grins. He keeps one hand firmly on your shoulder while the other slides to your jaw and pulls you in. His smile mirrors your own as he dips down to give you a chaste kiss. It’s sweet and soft and you taste like strawberry lip balm.

When Eddie pulls away you look happy as ever, the prettiest smile he’s ever seen gracing your features. He has to refrain himself from kissing you again.

“Better?” He asks, his thumb carving a track down your jaw.

Eddie expects you to flush, to grow warm in the cheeks and shy under his gaze. You don’t. Instead you put on a thoughtful face and look up at Eddie with eyes like a puppy’s.

“I think one more will do the trick,” you say seriously.

Eddie’s heart soars.

#this is literally so sweet what the fuck #all i do on this app is yearn #fic recs