Unpopular opinion: not everything that makes you uncomfortable is bad. Sometimes discomfort means your worldview is being challenged. It’s okay to sit with discomfort and think about where it’s coming from.
Unpopular opinion: not everything that makes you uncomfortable is bad. Sometimes discomfort means your worldview is being challenged. It’s okay to sit with discomfort and think about where it’s coming from.
touching grass isn't enough some of y'all need to drive out to the countryside and look at the stars
this post was aimed at the discourse-addled and terminally online, but i'm glad it's reaching an audience of people who are just excited about stargazing in general
Elain: Is something burning?
Lucien: Just my love for you
Elain: Lucien, the toaster is on fire
Because I'm only seeing other Jews posting about this, non-Jews I need you to be aware that for the past month or two there has been a wave of bomb threats and swattings at synagogues all across the US. They usually do it when services are being livestreamed. I haven't seen a single non-Jew talking about this. High holidays are coming up in a few weeks, which is when most attacks happen against our communities. We're worried, and we need people to know what's happening to us.
Synagogues in 12 States Targeted in Hoax Calls to Police (New York Times)
ADL Statement on Series of Antisemitic Swatting Incidents Targeting Synagogues (Anti-Defamation League)
Anti-Defamation League condemns recent fake threats made to synagogues across US (ABC7)
‘Online trolls’ target 26 synagogues in series of antisemitic swat calls and bomb threats: ADL (New York Post)
Fake bomb threat forces Fullerton synagogue to evacuate during Sabbath service (CBS Los Angeles)
Fullerton synagogue evacuated during Sabbath service due to bomb threat (NBC Los Angeles)
Play our Feysand themed WORDLE! Every day leading up to the event, along with the 7 days of the event itself, you'll find a new wordle game to get you in the feysand spirit!
Below the cut, you can find two helpful clues if you need them! Reblog and let us know how you did!!
This is the real representation we need in this fandom,an accurate representation of Rhys stressed(what he is most of the time)
I added sparkles bc he looks so silly goffy✨
This is the real representation we need in this fandom,an accurate representation of Rhys stressed(what he is most of the time)
I added sparkles bc he looks so silly goffy✨
Play our Feysand themed WORDLE! Every day leading up to the event, along with the 7 days of the event itself, you'll find a new wordle game to get you in the feysand spirit!
Below the cut, you can find two helpful clues if you need them! Reblog and let us know how you did!!
its fine, i don’t care (i care very much) (it’s eating me alive)
So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.
Stay with me.
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.
But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.