Back in the early aughts, when many millenials were in high school, before Facebook and Youtube, The Game began. No one knows who started it, but the moment we learned we were playing it, we began to lose. The goal of The Game is to forget you are playing The Game for as long as possible. The rules of The Game are as follows: Everyone is always playing The Game all the time; at school, during breakfast, at night when you are asleep, etc. The Game never ends. The moment you remember that you are playing The Game, you lose and must immediately announce to those around you, “I just lost The Game!” thus making them remember they are also playing The Game and causing them to lose as well. Upon losing, you begin The Game again. Sometimes players could go weeks or months without losing, sometimes only minutes. At the height of The Game’s popularity, it became common to see people at events such as Comic Con or midnight movie premieres, wearing t-shirts proclaiming “You just lost The Game!” Once they were noticed, groans and shouts of “Fuck you!” could be heard for miles. These people thrived on the chaos, taking great pleasure in the cries of their victims. Most people eventually grew bored of The Game, and many began to claim they won by choosing not to care about it anymore. Some rely on a particular XKCD comic strip or Tumblr post to lend a sense of legitimacy to their feeling of victory. They are fools. It is impossible to win The Game. There is only losing. Only a few diehards remain loyal to the rules. The drop in popularity has allowed many to keep from losing The Game for years at a time. The growth of social media has caused a minor resurgence, although without the satisfaction of real time auditory feedback when causing others to lose, The Game will likely fade back into obscurity once again. Someday when we are old and gray, our grandchildren will innocently ask us to play a game of checkers, and we will shriek and shout until the whole nursing home joins us in defeat. Death is the only release from The Game.
So many kids have asked me “why did you kill them?” when talking about dinosaurs as if I, personally, had hurled a meteorite at them 65 million years ago.
I guess I’ve really been giving off “time-traveling murderer” vibes today. I styled my hair differently this morning. Maybe that’s why.
I was just talking to a little girl who interrupted me with new questions before I could answer her previous inquiries. I was speaking as rapidly as I could, trying to keep up with her, but then she asked who Christopher Columbus was.
“He was the first European to officially sail to the Americas,” I said.
“Is he dead?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “He’s been dead for hundreds of—“
“Why did you kill him?”
I stammered for a moment, uncertain how she arrived at that conclusion, and then explained that while I didn’t kill him, he was a cruel person who killed and enslaved lots of people and I am very glad he’s not alive anymore.
She looked at me suspiciously and then said “So you DID kill him.”
I…. fine. Okay. Sure. He had it coming.
The children aren’t wrong, you just haven’t found the time machine yet.
When a handful of Westboro Baptist Church members showed up Saturday at the funeral of Orlando shooting victim Christopher Leinonen, counterprotesters donning large, white angel wings were there to shield mourners. Members of the Orlando Shakespeare Theater put together the wings as a symbolic but also literal screen between the WBC and funeral attendees. An Orlando Police tweet later proved the efforts to stop the WBC worked.
Okay, but I’m actually crying tears of frustration, because the article doesn’t even mention the history behind this act.
There’s a reason this was undertaken by a theatre company. It means they knew The Laramie Project. It means they knew that the idea for the angel wings came from their use to block the WBC at the funeral of Matthew Shepard, a gay college student who was murdered in Wyoming in 1998.
The original “Angel Action” was a counterprotest organized by LGBTQ activist Romaine Patterson, who had been a friend of Shepard’s in high school. This is part of our history. We’ve been shielding our loved ones from hate groups while we bury our dead for decades – and that deserves acknowledgement.
Everyone in Infinity Wars gonna be complaining about how hard these last few years have been for them until Thor rolls up with no hair, no hammer, and one eye.
Don’t forget “my planet had to be destroyed to keep my sister from killing like the whole universe so now me and all my people are refugees. But hey, Loki’s back, that’s good news!”
Peter(raises his hand in the back): “…My homecoming date‘s dad turned out to be my arch nemesis and a building fell on me!“
Thor (smiles and gives a thumbs-up): “Good for you! (aside, to Tony)…Who is that person? Do we know him or did he just show up?”
T’Challa: My dad died, too.
Thor: I apologize for your loss, I know how it feels
Thor: (To Steve) Who is that handsome man dressed like a kitten?
Starlord: My dad turned out to be this giant, planet eating god and tried to kill me so I had to kill him.
Thor: These things happen sometimes.
Thor: (to Banner) Are we just picking up strangers with sad family stories or…?
This is now canon, you can all go home, there’s no need to see infinity war
sometimes life is like that
Somebody did beautiful fanart???? Of a post I contributed to?????? This is amazing????????
This is so fucking awesome xD
This is the plot of IW. Everything else can go back to the script.
GUYS PLEASE READ THIS AND READ THIS CAREFULLY. THIS IS SO APPALLING. She literally has a medical freaking condition that could KILL her and they aren’t allowing her to accommodate for it. They can just admit that they’re just tired of this unstoppable black woman dominating and want her to be forced to retire or they want her to get seriously injured/sick. I’m so fucking sick of the elitism (and racism and sexism) that comes with tennis it truly is the worst of the globally popular sports. They should be fucking ashamed. This is sexism and misogyNOIR at its finest.
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