I Feel Like The Community Fandom On Here Is Adjacent To A Small Town. Like We're Not All Friends But

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If abedison has a million fans, im one

If abedison has one fan, its me

If abedison has no fans, im dead

platonic or romantic. I. Dont. Care.

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something something despite the all horrors and tragedies of the world, love was there and that's all that matters

everybody do the weenus

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everybody is a genius

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who knows it in advance

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not to like out myself as having whatever problems I have but if Sam Reich gave me an extremely bizarre and detailed list of tasks and one year to not only complete it but complete it better than two other people, I feel like it would really fix my life. clarity of purpose would find me to an extent that it never has before.

Well, looks like the slick PR strategy's won out again- looked up Neil Gaiman, and the top posts are all fan stuff*.

So, here is your periodic reminder that Neil Gaiman is a well-known serial sexual abuser who has yet to face justice for his crimes.

*And I think one that had his name on a boycott list of celebrities who "support Israel", which knowing how these assholes usually operate could mean anything from being a hard-core Netanyahu/war supporter, to simply living while Jewish.

positively love sitting at my parents dining room table. it’s not the same table we had when i was growing up, it’s some weird thing my mom bought off of marketplace last year that she kind of hates cause it’s slightly too big and the chairs are awful, but the model magic pinch pot my sister made when she was in first grade that i am not allowed to touch because i broke it one (1) time is still sitting in the middle, and we still drink out of the glasses my mom bought fifteen years ago for my sisters first communion party. the placemats are still the ones my aunt gave us, the napkins are always folded slightly wrong cause my dad and my mom have different opinions on how they should be ironed and we still use my grandmas real silver utensils after my mom decided a few years ago that life is short and we should use the nice stuff all the time.

you can see into the kitchen where someone is usually washing dishes or making food or loudly asking questions about how your day went or giving slightly unsolicited advice on how you should life your life. and you might be asked to go chop something or open a bag or get something down from the top of the fridge, but be careful you don’t spill the dogs water bowl for the 14th time today because yes it has to live in that spot where everyone wants to step. and of course you put the thing back in the fridge in the wrong spot but the fridge is covered in your old school photos and magnets from everywhere you went as a kid and there’s your sisters class schedule and some flyers and old and new photos but the whole thing is mostly covered in a plethora of multi colored post it notes, all written by your dad. there’s bad poems and little funny drawings everywhere, covering the fridge and on the backsplash and the table and the cabinets. and everywhere you look there’s an art project that you did as a kid: the cup that’s holding the pencils, the container that holds your moms tea, the tray that the fruit is sitting on, the dish that you throw your keys.

and then my mom will walk in and ask me how to save a file or show me a youtube short she emailed to herself so she would remember to show me later, or asking me my opinion on what color dish soap holder to get. and it’s the one small place in the world where i feel like i always have a spot that is mine. there will always be a seat for me at my parents dining room table.

AO3 is down? Welp, time to download tumblr

Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

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Damn I knew Angelica took a hard shift into tradcath content but to delete this many of her old videos is INSANE. Literally all of the ones I would regularly watch from her are just gone, my playlist of her videos went from like 15 to 3 😭

Let them have a funky good time in season 3 🙏🙏. Also I need show recommendations feel like I have watched everything on netflix atp