Have The Last Five Years Been Just A Complete Blur For Anybody Else

America be like "you cant have free healthcare or easy access to disability but you can have a gun"

Truly amazing how Kaladin MostElegibleBachelor Stormblessed fumbled SO many baddies in the span of like 3 years (Tarah, Moash, Shallan, Adolin, Lyn) but Szeth McSerial Killer managed to lock down the first elegible woman he met after his Main Quest was over

No arm, no powers, 195 felonies on his record, BALD, but he still got his lady 🫡🫡🫡🫡 Truly a Chad.

Funniest fandoms are where the fans are like, "I'm obsessed with this. I don't recommend it even slightly."

March🎈 and April🌼 works from my illustration fanbook “A year at Dawn Winery”.

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I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @jesperisamfbicon is a good person and deserves many good things.

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

every year I post this meme and every year people get more mad at me than they did the previous year

In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.

My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."

Horace replied "They all say that."

By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.

Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.

At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.

He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.

He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."

And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.

No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.

I think, so far, the most shocking part to me in those 1300 pages was the sentence "My husband Szeth." Me

Here's our most requested item: Bob Katter's same-sex marriage speech, in all its unhinged glory

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