the “came back wrong” trope except like… they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like “oh no… what have i done…. shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!” and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like “oh shes soooo weird” but shes just normal
Peer reviewed tags from @somanyofthekids
NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP
While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive
alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife
im going INSANE thats MY POST.
It’s your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.
not ye olde yaoi paddle in the year of our lord 2023😩
God is my witness I initially read this as “TOPS ARE A PRIVILEGE! THEY MUST BE EARNED!” and I thought that was a tad presumptuous of an employer.
Hey hey this is *SUPER* illegal in the United States holy cow.
If you are in this country and took the job, which I hope you didn’t, now is definitely the time to look into a pro-bono labour rights lawyer. You’re definitely eligible for back pay of any tips withheld and probably more. If you’re in any progressive state there’s a good chance your rights go beyond this. Regardless, federal regulations:
On a personal note I am seeing red over the situation. Fuck them for the audacity to pull this shit. Fuck them for being manipulative, abusive bosses.
I shudder to imagine the culture there.
worlds loudest HELL YEAH BROTHER heard projecting from the back of this costco
I wanna be where you are
costco
Keep it up @neil-gaiman, it will be over soon
This has actually been my life for the last two years…
there’s no shame in needing to pause a physical activity to go get a glass of water. yes, this includes fucking
actually. happy disability pride month to any of my fellow disabled people who fuck different. who need to take sex slowly. who need to use an inhaler during sex. who need a wrist massage before or after sex. you’re epic, and you deserve to have your body rocked this disability pride month
I made this post when I was Not Sober, so now that I am, I also want to say. this post is also (and particularly) for people who use a sex swing for disability reasons, people who lose stamina very quickly, people who have gotten painful sex injuries, people whose bodies do “gross” things during sex, people who have had shutdowns, meltdowns, or flashbacks during sex and have had to stop, and ESPECIALLY people who keep getting desexualised but fuck anyway. when I said “people who fuck different” I really really meant it
any disabled person who wants to fuck deserves to have a damn good fuck!! this month and every month
okay. I am wheezing with laughter. beloved followers. let’s play a game. take a look at this map.
what do you think this is a map of. just any guesses, just drop ‘em in my replies, c'mon.
(if you’ve seen the video I took this from don’t spoil it please)
All very good answers! The closest one was:
Because this is a map for Minecraft Steve’s legality in Smash tournaments
Is this a problem?
I think I just accidentally became someone’s loan shark??
Okay it sounds bad but bear with me:
Someone owes me a significant amount of money, and has made it clear that they do not intend to pay me back.
I sent them one text to follow up about it around two months ago, letting them know that I wasn’t stressed about it and I could wait or do installments if they needed time or things were rough, and they promptly blocked my number and deleted me on social media.
I was kinda bummed, but then, you know. I figured, it’s a lot of money, but at least they’ve removed themselves from my life, right? If I were to choose between thinking someone like that was a reliable friend or paying a lump sum for the trash to take itself out, I could make peace with it. Whatever. Live and learn.
So, I haven’t seen them in a few months. Cool. But then I was walking downtown and I see someone out of the corner of my eye just sitting around, having a drink. Don’t know who, don’t know what. Not paying attention, yeah? I’m living my life.
But as I get closer to walk past them, I see them get up and start booking it. And as I turn to figure out what’s up, why is someone running, I recognize the back of their head, and as they look over their shoulder, we make eye contact, and then they’re gone.
And I realize
I just got off work. I’m power-walking in what could ostensibly be interpreted as their direction. They look up and see someone they ghosted, who they have screwed monumentally, coming at them with a hundred-yard-stare and what they may not know is a regular resting bitch face. I don’t even care about the money anymore, I’ve accepted it as a loss, but they blocked me on everything so they don’t know that. And they went, “fuck this shit, not today” and dipped.
And that would be funny on it’s own, but we do not live in a large, heavily-populated area. It’s definitely going to happen again. So my question is this:
How long are they going to let themselves live in fear of my stumpy 5'3" ass hunting them down like John Wick or the devil himself before they snap
And how good is this gonna get while I let them
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