#which: same

[lu-inlondon]

So, the thing is: this whole Hope!Hob thing has me by the throat and it shows no signs of letting go. Whoever came up with it first please know that I love you and cherish your existence.

Which is why I'm throwing this out into the void and hope (pun intended) someone's picking it up

The first thing with Hope as an anthropomorphic personification of a concept is, that not just anybody can be it. It's such a fundamentally human concept, that only a human can ascend to it. There's no Hope of the Endless just being because humanity knows there is, like it is with the seven that are.

Hope has to persevere first.

Which, of course, makes it even more difficult, since humans tend to die eventually. They're usually not around long enough to gather the amount of hope needed.

See, and this is the second thing: it's not just their own hope, that's important. It's the hope they inspire in others that will eventually tip the scale. However, this becomes increasingly hard with the dawn of every new century that makes the world a harsher, more unforgiving place, where it's difficult to hold onto hope let alone give it to others.

So no one's really expecting Hope to ascend anymore. Surely if they were needed that much it would have happened long ago.

(The Fates know, of course, as does Destiny. They had a lovely chat about it some seven hundred years ago, which led to Destiny giving his sister Death the idea of taking their brother out for a night "to get to know humanity on their terms". He doesn't tell anyone though. That would be cheating and it's far too much fun to watch what happens before him.)

The change is so gradual, that no one will notice for more than six hundred years.

A boy is born, round-cheeked and - his mother insists - smiling. During the pregnancy, all were sure he wouldn't make it, that his mum wouldn't make it, but he clung to life with much more power than his little body should hold. It gave the village he grew up in hope as well. Surely if he could make it in spite of hunger and plague and war, then all was not lost. Surely some of them would survive this.

(Some of them did, but their village was lost for many years. A young man had convinced those who hadn't died from the plague or starvation to live somewhere else, start somewhere fresh where death wouldn't haunt them. He helped them get settled before he himself left to fight in the king's war.)

The boy is no longer a boy but a man when he crosses the Endless' path for the first time. A rare flicker of pride crosses Destiny's otherwise stoic face as the page in the book before him turns. His gentle nudge had been enough and things are put in motion as they should. His siblings are none the wiser.

Years pass and the first strands of hope are woven together. It's not enough yet - it will not be enough for many years - but a soldier giving hope to his brothers in arms is a powerful thing when mud and blood cling to them and death is never far away. He doesn't realise what he's doing but he continues on. After he learns that he really can't die he does what he can to ensure his friends live a life as long and happy as possible. Making sure they don't give up their will to fight is just the start of it.

Destiny's fingers dig into the book as he watches his brother meet the soldier-turned-printer (there's a cosmic poetry to it that only he can see but that he appreciates immensely nevertheless) for the first time. This is one of the few tests during the years they have to pass and it's possibly the most important one. The human has to give his brother hope, has to give hope to Dream of the Endless, who has seen all of humanity and carefully shields himself from them to not get lost.

The surge in hope is enormous that night. It inspires not only the man and anthropomorphic concept sitting next to a fireplace, but the entirety of humans spending their evening at the White Horse Tavern in London. Many of them leave with their hearts light and numerous dreams are fulfilled in the following months.

The next centuries aren't good ones. Destiny knew it would come to that. There's a natural cycle to it, a process of learning that is necessary for the man they are all waiting for. He focuses on himself, the hope he holds is mostly his own as he climbs the ranks all the way to the top only to fall down all the way.

In 1589 it is Dream who loses hope for a moment. He believes he knows this man better than he does himself, that he will give up in a hundred years after he has lived through the worst thing a man can suffer through.

The man loses hope twenty years later. He wants to give up, truly, but Destiny knows it won't come to that. There's simply a need for him to live through this if he one day should give hope to those experiencing the very same.

It is hard, Destiny almost feels sorry for him, but he knows he will endure. Still, he waits with bated breath as the man fights his way into the tavern and lights a spark of hope in his brother Dream that will burn forever now.

The first step is done.

The eighteenth century isn't a good one either. Destiny is bound to his books, he knows what will happen and he knows it will eventually have its place. He cannot change it, that is not within his power but he knows of the regret that is to come.

The man takes more hope than he gives. It diminishes all he had done in the centuries before and more. Destiny knows change will come, that the real work is about to start and he is glad that his brother makes his distaste known so clearly.

For a while things are quiet. The leaps and bounds won't happen until later, but the hope he gives is constant. He's but a single man and even though he uses his fortune to put it to good work, there's not much he can do on his own. But he continues to fight the fight as much as he is able, inspiring hope and newfound purpose one person at a time.

And he's not just fighting on one front. He buys a whorehouse, lets the women live there for free, makes sure they are as safe as possible while they attend to their customers. It isn't much, but it's enough for now when he kicks a john out in his underwear for harming one of the girls. He inspires hope in them too, when he helps those who want to find a new profession.

The hope amassed so much inside of him, that he takes a leap of faith when he shouldn't have. But this too is necessary - so Destiny knows - because it is time again for himself to prove how much he can hold onto hope.

And he holds on tight, refusing to let go. The beginning of the twentieth century is as hopeless as it can be and yet he never was more connected to the role he will one day take on than during this time.

It's stored in the refugees he houses, sleeping on the floor behind the bar himself because he doesn't need a bed. His back will recover. It surges when he leaves to fight only to find his purpose in forging documents for those who need them. There are thousands of people alive today only because he had nearly six hundred centuries to perfect the art of reinventing an identity.

(Many children born after that bear his name, be it Robert or Hope in the language of their parents. It's not much, but it cements his role, the threads of hope weaving themselves into a thick rope.)

The end of the century approaches with shattered and newborn hopes all over the world. It's a tumultuous time and Destiny wishes Hope would already be. He wouldn't be so limited, his powers confined to where his physical body is, but there is yet one thing to do.

The man clings to his hope like his fingers cling to his glass. He knows that Dream won't come, but he refuses to give up, not even after he learns that their place won't be for much longer.

Instead, he builds their temple.

It's as much a temple for Dream as it is for Hope, though he does not know either. Many patrons come to drown their sorrows, only to leave with a new sense of purpose and clarity for their dreams that had never been before.

To Destiny, who still watches with fascination, it's almost humorous. Of course, he knows what will happen eventually, that hopes and dreams always belong together, but it doesn't change his anticipation. He supposes it's a bit like humans with their entertainment like books or films. They know the ending, there's a pattern to it, and yet they enjoy them immensely.

Destiny watches Dream as well, the hope welling up as his raven soars through the cellar and then- But not all hope is lost. There is still the minuscule flame burning that had been ignited in the seventeenth century. An unyielding core, reinforced by defence willingly offered just thirteen decades before.

It is the Fates that alert Destiny when the small flame becomes even smaller even after Dream's escape, relying entirely on others. Something has to be done before the next darkness rises on the horizon and his lack of hope will cost them all everything.

It is again Death, who Destiny gently nudges in the direction of their brother. The books of the Endless are hard to read, even for him, so Destiny doesn't know whether or not his sister suspects anything, but she goes nevertheless. She shows their brother why they are here and sends him on his way to find hope. Or should he say, Hope?

As many of these things do, it happens in London. There's something about the city that's not quite magical, but that draws magic to it. Even humans can feel it on occasion and many seek it out without knowing why. It's great for the supernatural community there since there are so many weird humans there, they can just blend in.

The first who notices that something's changed is an angel in a bookstore. He himself is always full of hope for humanity that he nearly misses it, as an old friend steps in, a smile on his face as usual.

"One of my students, they're looking for a book. Do you have it, by any chance?" he asks, and the angel is unable to refuse his request, as reluctant as he usually is to give his books away.

But he knows with a certainty that is more than hope - almost tangible - that this one book in the hands of a stressed graduate student will impact the world in ways, not even he can fathom.

The angel only notices after his friend is gone. Hope lingers between his books, a golden thread that slowly weaves itself into the foundations of the building. (It causes a bit of a ruckus when Crowley drops by that night because he's somewhat allergic to hope, but he gets used to it rather quickly.)

Destiny refuses to look at what lies ahead in his books. He knows, of course, like he knows all, but it is breathtaking to watch the scale tip as it happens.

The thing that finally does it is nothing grand. One could argue that building the inn and waiting for Dream for more than three decades and the hope for the future of the world it inspires in Destiny's younger brother is so huge, that it is the real reason, but it's not what brings the final change.

It's a chat with a student, nothing more, nothing he hasn't done before a hundred times and more. It's about sweaters and curses of all things, and when the student leaves, she's so full of hope, that it changes the fabric of the universe.

The ascension isn't grand either. It happened so gradually over the last century that even Dream - who shares a bed with Hob - needs another week to realise what happened. He can't believe it at first but glows with love and hope as he comes to Destiny for confirmation.

There's no new realm since hope resides in dreams and human hearts, but he carves out a space for himself. The New Inn is radiating with his power so much, that it draws curious creatures near.

(Hope never sends them away, of course. He is for everyone. Instead, he sits them down, asks them not to scare the other patrons, and offers them a drink. When they leave, the world seems brighter for them.)

Hob himself doesn't really acknowledge the change in himself. The power inside of him is there - as it always was, in a way - and not much else has changed. He's still going to live as long as he can, he will still try to learn and be a better man than he was yesterday, and he will love his Stranger for the rest of his days.

And the part about inspiring people? Well, there was a reason he became a teacher in the first place, eh?

#I'm at work oops #This got way longer than I wanted it to #In my defense: my coworker finished the show and greeted me with ‟I need more Hob content‟ #which: same #Hope!Hob #Hob gadling #i love him your honor #hob x dream #Dream of the Endless #Destiny of the Endless #Also: Destiny's pov happened on accident #writing tag: the sandman #the sandman netflix #dreamling

[whaledocboi]

ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be

#not to mention ripping off and plagirazing real artists hard work of course #which is a whole other conversation #i cant feel the same love and adoration for whatever the slop machine produces #it will never be the same #im just really tired #anti ai #anti ai art

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order #at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers #90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies” #serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent #like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries #but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate #and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited... #i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something #cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare #and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest. #it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!' #'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members... #..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)' #anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language? #maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity #and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media #and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons #and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators #instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period #anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value” #and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives #so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs) #happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world #(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills) #and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on... #...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin #oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works? #beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value #and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the #important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)

[mamawasatesttube]

BTW... PSA.... even if we arent mutuals if youre in my notes regularly theres a Very high chance i am still fond of you. yes im vaguing someones tags on the compliment the person u rbed this from post. but like. positive vaguing? THE POINT IS im weird abt following ppl but IM STILL SENDING U FOND VIBES...

#i have to acclimate myself into following people. first i have to spend a few days to weeks checking someones blog manually #and i cant follow too many new people in the same burst or else theres TOO MUCH new unfamiliarity on my dash #and i become a small and easily frightened beast alarmed by change #also im just....................... incredibly picky kjhsdkjjkdsj sometimes ppl i generally am :)! towards do occasionally rb #from someone who i want to throw bricks at. and then i cant follow them but im still :)! when i see them in notifs #and sometimes its just that im going AAAA!!! AAAA!!! and cant put more new things on my dash #or in some cases its someone im fond of seeing/chatting w whenever we have talked BUT they simply are also into stuff im not rly into #and i dont want it on my dash despite liking them as a person. etc. you know how it is #ALL OF WHICH TO SAY................... :)! #rimi talks

[tittyinfinity]

I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.

She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.

My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.

But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.

We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!

You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.

Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.

#her name was Kara which we joked about bc I came with my other friend named Kara and we were at the Kara-oke bar lol #i told her about how last time i was hit on at that same bar was ALSO by another woman named Kara #she said ''i need to find a man to transition right now so we can have more karas'' 🤣😭 she was so great lol #and I'm texting another friend named Kara right now😭 soon everyone will be Kara #transmisogyny tw #.bdo

[bigboobyhalo]

the anger inside of me

#btw for anyone checking the original: q!badboyhalo is not a real person he is a fictional character with the same name as a real person #q!badboyhalo is an 11600+ y/o fallen angel and part-time grim reaper . which badboyhalo the minecraft youtuber is not #he is from roleplay . he is from minecraft roleplay #and he’s also canonically arospec !

[nnobodoodles]

Huh.

So I randomly remembered Croc is pretty much Italian.

#if Buggy had wheels he'd go Chop-Chop Car #this might be the stupidest thing I put effort in #Anyway I love them #One Piece #Cross Guild #Dracule Mihawk #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile One Piece #Buggy the Clown #OP Spoilers #One Piece Spoilers #just to be safe #in greek we say the same thing but use “scooter” instead #which is arguably dumber #Mihawk doesn't think highly of Buggy he's just guessing the wasted potential #nnobodiusart

[elfiepike]

buddy l and I have started watching Cobra, the eighties anime, and at one point there's a throwaway character named "summerkhum cum" and we had to repeat it out loud and in unintentional unison

(the anime is gr8 btw, a very specific kind of funny macho man surrounded by sexy ladies in skimpy bikinis space adventure that really goes all out with the animation. one villain is named CRYSTAL BOWIE and he's a see through body with a gold skeleton and gold head!!!!)

#my headcanon is that Cobra is ace #he smooches and he Appreciates but I'm p sure he doesn't fuck #any fuck juice he might have goes to his psycho-gun #which: same #cobra 1982 #mine

[catsharky]

Presenting: King Sidon, his wife Queen Yona and his boyfriend Link.

Yona is very supportive of everything except Sidon forgetting his ceremony cues.

(I had an atrocious week and TotK has been coming in clutch for keeping me sane.)

#totk spoilers #loz totk #sidlink #link x sidon #totk yona #totk link #totk sidon #tears of the kingdom #I love Yona I adore her design oh my god #If I were to create a Zelda-sona it'd basically just be her with different clothes so I'm contractually obligated to love her #But Nintendo trying to give Sidon a case of the not-gays with her is hilarious #The man greets his fiancée like a coworker and then turns around to explode with adoration over Link in the same breath #This is either a Lavender Marriage or a case of 'every royal Zora finds Link irresistible'. I like both but prefer the former #Like. Yona meets Zelda once things are settled and gets all flustered and tongue tied #and neither Sidon or Link have any idea what's going on because they share 1 braincell #which is used exclusively for fighting really good #sharky art #zelda comic

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #my art #listen this took me like two weeks so y'all better appreciate 🤌 #johnny is the super active DIY father of the family #simon has made his way through all of the miss marple mysteries and has now set his sights on naval fiction #also growing his fringe out to hide the early onset baldness #johnny has gorgeous hair but we knew that #the dogs are called roger and wee albert--guess which is which #yes they all sleep in the same bed~ #I guess I just need to see these two old and cranky and alive for whatever reason... #let them both burn in hell after a few good decades learning how to live beyond just surviving #god they probably make a banger pot roast....

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

#disability #disability advocacy #described images #image description in alt #ableism #ableism tw #my full-time job is my disability and you're lucky that i am still 'productive' as-is #your boss doesn't care that you think you're superior for being hired by them. they're still going to treat you like profit machines #it astounds me how people will capitulate for oppression because they place their intrinsic value in their ability to be at the top... #...or at least 'at the top' compared to others. it's the same impulse that makes people think their cisgender status makes them superior... #...you are placing your worth into systems which not only oppress others but offer you no true sense of worth... #...ESPECIALLY if you're also being exploited (even if just a bit)... #...you have a job sure but... do you actually get treated like a human being? are you actually paid? are you actually safe?... #...if the answer to any of those questions and more is 'no' then why do you place your value in capitalistic production. genuinely. #and why would you DEMAND disabled people to have the same exploitation you experience. why do you DEMAND productivity if you are proletaria #yes being a leftist and anticapitalist are linked but. some people still internalize capitalism without questioning it #being a leftist is about challenging that rather than assuming you're correct i think #also scientists were very silly when describing time that's like. less than a millisecond i think

[simplyender]

#yeah its the same joke i couldnt decide which one i liked more so i posted both #johnathon ohnn #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #atsv spoilers #peter b parker #peter parker #into the spiderverse #(because thats where the first screenshot is from) #spot #the spot #my edits

[overchromatic]

She does NOT look like a nine year old.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon scarlet and violet #pkmn swsh #pkmn sv #gym leader allister #elite four poppy #fan comic #i think its really funny that poppy is 9 because i had always had the hc that Allister is 9. which would make them the same age. #and frankly. they do NOT look like the same age at all.

[kennythetrampvamp]

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

#this was much longer i had to cut it down for legibility #but i do want to say i am aware this post doesnt touch on human rights violations as a result of fast fashion #that is because it deserves its own post with a completely different tone #i am an environmental educator #so that's what i know the most about. it wouldn't be appropriate of me to mention off-hand the real and legitimate suffering #that people are going through #without doing my research and providing real ways to help #this is a vent post about a thing i'm watching happen; not a call to action. it would be INCREDIBLY demeaning #to all those affected by the fast fashion industry to pretend that a post like this could speak to their suffering #unfortunately one of the horrible things about latestage capitalism as an activist is that SO many things are linked to this #and i WANT to talk about all of them but it would be a book in its own right. in fact there ARE books about each level of this #and i encourage you to seek them out and read them!!! i am not an expert on that i am just a person on tumblr doing my favorite activity #(complaining) #and it's like - this is the individual versus the industry problem again right because im blaming myself #for being an expert on environmental disaster (which is fucking important) but not knowing EVERYTHING about fast fashion #i'm blaming myself for not covering the many layers of this incredibly complicated problem im pointing out #rather than being like. yeah so actually the fault here lies with the billion dollar industries actually. #my failure to be able to condense an incredibly immense problem that is BOOK-LENGTH into a single text post that i post for free #is not in ANY fucking way the same amount of harm as. you know. the ACTUAL COMPANIES doing this ACTUAL THING for ACTUAL MONEY. #anyway im gonna go donate money while i'm thinking about it. maybe you can too. we can both just agree - well i fuckin tried didn't i #which is more than their CEOs can say

[bumblebeebats]

Top 3 ways to pronounce "worms":

woims (old-timey New York gangster)

wurrums (Scottish)

weuhrms (bad French accent like the narrator from spongebob)