Movie about the one phD student Indiana Jones has trying to track him down just to get him to sign off on their paper so they can finally be finished with their degree
the only cameo we of indiana himself in the middle of a massive brawl where he spots the student from across the room and yells “aren’t you supposed to be in class?” and disappears back into the thrall
Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity
You will patch up all the holes in 2025.
(this isn’t a post about knitting)
Brennan "unionize your workers" lee mulligan briefly breaking character to tell vic that they can get in trouble for firing without cause
what is HAPPENING
please don’t offer advise to chronically ill people on how to help their pain, illness, disorder, etc. we know what works, what doesn’t work, and what we’re going to try next. as someone who has fought with every family member, coworker, friend, teacher, employer, etc about what is the best treatment plan for me, i do not need your help or advise. i don’t care if you see me as lazy, rude, or dramatic. i live more than 50% of my life in bed from my pain. i have been on countless trial medications with ridiculous side effects. i’ve had er visits that end with me in more pain than when i arrived. i have fought with specialist doctors to be seen as valid in my pain. 18+ years, out of the 21 i’ve been alive, have been dedicated to fighting the nerves in my own brain. i’m tired man. just leave me be.
WHAT THE ENTIRE FUCK
i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u
There are two basic arguments for shutting the fuck up about cishets at Pride.
First: What if a trans kid asks their parents to show their support by attending Pride with them? What if a lesbian can only attend pride if she gets a ride from someone and the only person willing and able to drive her is her straight brother? What if a bi disabled person can't attend a large outdoor event without hands-on assistance from their straight partner? What if someone just wants to bring their fucking friends? What if, contrary to popular tumblr discourse, most queers don't inhabit perfectly pure social bubbles populated only by other queers? What if it's none of your business?
Second and perhaps more important: If you think you can tell that someone is CIS, let alone HET, by LOOKING at them, you are a cop and an idiot.