If we really want to fight against this puritanical culture that seems to be hell-bent on running sex workers off the internet and banning pornography wherever they can find it, you have a moral duty to post hole on main. Doesn’t have to be your own hole but you got to post it.
New copypasta just dropped
Same guy
Reblog hole to destroy bloodlines and oppress Christians
You ever think about how in The Headband, we’re introduced to a side of the Fire Nation that’s had its culture whittled away by a hundred years of imperial wartime propaganda. And how perhaps the most damning expression of this is that students are forbidden from dancing. And so Aang, maybe the only person on the planet who still truly remembers the Fire Nation of old, from before the war, brings it back to them.
And then we get to The Firebending Masters. Zuko’s entire young adulthood has been spent using his anger towards the Fire Nation’s enemies, his drive to capture the Avatar, as a crutch. And now he doesn’t have that crutch anymore. So he and Aang set out on a pilgrimage, going to the birthplace of firebending itself, in search of answers. In search of a way to express the power of fire that isn’t fueled by rage or smothered by fear. And they find a dance.
You would if you were tired enough. You would if you were hungry enough. You would if your mind and body had been worn down enough, through pain or disease or toil or violent struggle. You might if you were put on the wrong medicine, or you got the wrong kind of head injury, or you were forced to choose between someone else and yourself. You might if your livelihood was staked on it, or all your hopes and dreams. You might if you didn’t know what else to do, if it’s what you were taught or if nobody taught you anything else.
I have not been worn down in most of these ways. I have lived a remarkably privileged life. But I have been worn down in some ways. And they were enough to teach me that in the wrong circumstances, any of us can become someone we don’t want to be. It’s worth keeping that in mind.
okay do yoh guys ever think about the fact that “high quality” is an actual descriptor like theres high quality tea leaves high quality fabrics high quality espresso beans etc but because of advertising everything that is said to be “high quality” on the package is just because it supposedly sells better. but not everything is high quality so it is a lie. a descriptor becomes meaningless because it sounds good. what if we were just honest. why cant you say this coffee beans arent the best but they will do the job. i would be happy with okay if it didnt lie
truly, no harsh noise project can ever approach the sheer auditory torture of existing in the same room as someone scrolling tiktok, like professional bad sound engineers couldn’t make a listening experience this unpleasant if they tried
i woulda survived the movie Carrie because i simply wouldn’t have bullied her.
me eating my prom meal while everybody is getting mass murdered because they couldn’t leave that poor girl alone
Ok, but the thing was she didn’t just kill people that bullied her, she murdered everyone at the prom. Remember what happened to that one teacher that was and helped her? So if you were at the prom you would have died.
no me and carrie see each other so she woulda let me live. rip to yall but i’m different
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