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I almost reblogged a PSA about not attacking scare actors at haunted houses and hayrides, some of whom are under age. It was a mostly good post, pointing out how dickish it is to hurt people because you think it’s funny.

But op lost me when they started talking softly to the people who do this without meaning to, suggesting that they take precautions like wearing crocs so it hurts less when you kick or keeping your hands in you pockets so you’d be less likely to hit. Giving your phone to a friend so you don’t clock someone with it.

But… my friends. If you’ve ever done this before – like hitting someone for scaring you in a situation you know is simulated because you paid to be let in – maybe the answer isn’t “wear soft shoes”.

Maybe don’t go in the first place.

I know, it’s spooky season and you like to be festive, but if the price of your holiday fun is that you’ll lose control of your actions and probably assault someone, you don’t any need tips and tricks other than “don’t pay people to scare you.” It’s a terrible thing to do to someone and they don’t deserve it. 

Also, I guarantee you they aren’t being paid enough.

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So, old folklore tells us that vampires have an innate compulsion to count small objects and that you can thwart them by hurling handfuls of rice at them so that they have to stop and count it. Millet or poppy seeds were placed on the ground at the grave site of a presumed vampire, in order to keep the vampire occupied all night counting.

So there’s the obvious link to the Count from Sesame Street, who loves to count, but I also have a theory about why he resides on Sesame Street in the first place. It would make sense for the street to have derived its name from a bakery or factory that once processed buns with a lot of tiny sesame seeds. What if, hundreds of years ago, the Count was chasing a potential victim who led him down Sesame Street, where he’d be forced to stop and count the sesame seeds, a task that took him years as they kept producing more baked goods. Even after the namesake bakery closed, the Count found the neighborhood environment so welcoming that he decided to stick around.

Echoes of this dark history persist in the lyrics of a traditional ballad still sung in the area: “Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away” refers to the only time safe to venture outside without encountering a vampire. “On my way to where the air is sweet” refers to the bakery that once produced the street’s famous sesame buns. It ends with a plaintive cry for sanctuary: “Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?”

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friendly reminder you dont have to engage with fuckheads. if a terf or truscum or racist or homophobe or even just a really mean person is engaging with your posts, you don't have to argue. the block button is there for a reason. They want you to give them your energy--the best revenge you can get is saying "nope".

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My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went "I really hope you find someone who loves you a lot" and I went "enough to peel my pistachios for me?" And he laughed and said "yeah exactly" before carrying on giving me more

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i just think that we live in an age where mainstream media corporations have embraced the concept of “fandom” & so in turn many online fandoms only exist because the people behind the media encourage its existence. 

and i just yearn for something like the onceler fandom, which wholly and truly only existed because a bunch of insane people wanted it to. and this desire was somehow strong enough to keep it going for, like, years. godspeed all you travelers. 

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i love one (1) disaster wizard

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holy shit

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modern adaptation of a midsummer night's dream where the thing about the rude mechanicals continually adding more disclaimers within the dialogue of the play about it all being a performance and them not condoning these actions irl is because they posted their first script draft on twitter and simply took every suggestion for how to make it less problematic that was offered

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bro just add some green onion to that rice dish you’ll be ok. bro? you don’t have any green onion? oh don’t worry bro I saved the butts of my green onions and left them in a cup of water in my sunny kitchen window for a week, and now they are tall and luscious again because growth is inevitable. Here, you can have them bro. I love you.

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I came back to tumblr just to post this please appreciate it

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hey folks, so obviously i am not affiliated with ray bans ! sorry for the tags. if you clicked the link on the post, please change your password!

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when i was in 3rd grade there was this girl named sydney who was really nice but everyone thought she was weird cause she was obsessed with horses and were kinda mean to her but anyways she let me borrow her aragon books an i could only read like 5 pages of that shit cause it was so boring, and she was like, i know you didnt read my aragon book, i mirror watched you last night and since then ive been absolutely fucking terrified

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Reblog to save a life

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good morning to bisexuals, halloween enthusiasts, she/theys, community college students, people who shoplift at walmart, goths, eldest daughters, gay baristas who get mean when it’s busy, phoebe bridgers stans, vodka drinkers, men with curly hair, people who listen to classical music on public transit, and professional dog walkers

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“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

Keira Knightley in Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright