Modi'in.

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

קאובוי, ערבייה, חיילת ופאנבוי של אפל בתמונה אחת x 🇮🇱

את לא יכולה לכתוב דבר כזה בלי לתת לנו קישור

ראיתי עכשיו סרטון של איזה מישהו מכין שניצל תירס from scratch . חיי בחיים לא יחזרו להיות כמו שהיו.

Fun fact! The 'if I forget Jerusalem may I forget my right hand and may my tonguestick to the roof of my mouth' is actually a thing that can happen! Your left hemisphere is controlling both the right part of your body and your language function. The saying basically says 'if I forget Jerusalem, I must have brain damage'. Obviously the ancient people didn't know it was *brain* damage, but it was a thing that happened to people

If you ask a non-jew what is the symbol of a Jewish wedding they will say it's breaking a glass. But why?

What you don't know is that when the groom breaks the glass the couple are already married. The rabbi has technically already pronounced them husband and wife (though there isn't really that part in a Jewish wedding).

The glass is crushed to represent the grief of the destruction of the temple. The groom says "If I forget you Jerusalem may my right hand be lost, may my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you and don't put Jerusalem at the top of my joy" (my translation) Even at the happiest event of our lives we will always remember Jerusalem and Zion (i.e Israel) and how it was destroyed and how we were exiled from it. Then and only then, you may kiss the bride.

The verse is from the same psalm that starts with "By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion"

This has been Jewish tradition for over 2,000 years and it doesn't matter if it was Jews in Europe, Africa, Asia - we always yearned to return to the land of Israel.

So if you say we aren't indiginous to the land of Israel or that we have no claim to the land, you need to educate yourself.

Every time I see muse I think about my friend who did artwork with period blood. And my other friend worked with mixed media and cut herself on a shard of glass she was adding to a canvas, and then had drops of blood all over that part of the canvas. She ment to add fake blood anyways (and she did on top of it). And like dude you can steal women's menstrual cups and use that blood. Or like out of date donated blood. Or animal's blood. No need to kill people. Talk about an overkill

Here's the story of how I learned I was aro.

Me: hmm I think I'm aromantic... but also this friend of mine is kinda cute.

Me: do you wanna date? I might be aro though if it bothers you

Boyfriend: yes. Let's date

Me: hmm I feel kinda bad with dating

Boyfriend: kiss?

Me: ...ummm sure?

*kiss*

Me: shit that was terrible

Me: let's break up

And now I think I might need to try dating a girl just to be sure (while she knows!!! Very important to tell people you might break their heart and let them choose when they know that.) but like... nah. I think I'm sure

Reminded me of something so storytime:

*Family dinner*

My brother: lol like that time I got hit be a car

Everyone: WHAT

Brother: yeah like two months ago. There's a GIF *shows us GIF of security cameras catching him getting hit by a car*

Us: are you okay??

Brother: yea the girl that hit me didn't ever talk to me afterwards lol

Us: ???????

It was an accident :(((

I am against bookmarks, so I a system. One permanent tab on my phone's browser, one non permanent tab on my phone's Google, as many tabs as I want on my laptop that will someday close themselves because my computer is evil, and the rest I send myself a link on whatsapp, so it's sorted by order of latest ones and I can easily remove and add ones. So I think I'm pretty normal

I have 99 tabs open on my phone and I can't have anymore. Everytime I find a new fic I have to juggle my tabs around so I can open a new one

they're fun to draw

כל מה שאני רוצה זה שוקולד פרה מריר עם סוכריות קופצות. זה יותר מדי לבקש?

יעני מו