Anonymous: Did you ever go back to the Salt and Pepper diner?
at my show he told us about this!! and then he also said that he got arrested with the same friends he went to the salt and pepper diner with and they were all named john and the police officer had them all lined up on his car and he asked the first guys name and he said john and then he asked john mulaney and he said john and then the officer said “if you say your name is john youre all going to jail” and then he said his name is john and the officer lost his shit
He made it with filmmaker and BLM activist Sol Guy and you wouldn’t know from the title, but it’s actually a short film, not a documentary, about Darren Wilson being a fucking liar.
Tumblr completely erasing the work of a Black activist/artist while simultaneously finding ways to slander an LGBTQ Jewish person at the same time due to literally not bothering to find out what the film was about in the first place? I’m shocked.
Hey, quick tip for allistics who want to effectively communicate with autistics:
Say what you mean. It may be obvious to you that when you say “your room is a mess” or “the table is dirty” you’re asking us to clean our room or the table, but to us it isn’t. So if you are asking us to do something, be direct about it please!
Getting mad at us because we didn’t clean the table when you “so obviously told us to” just confuses us because from out point of view, you never did ask us to clean the table. All you did was mention that it was dirty.
What I mean: Modern country music, especially songs sung by modern male country artists, revolves around similar themes of toxic masculinity and nationalism. The recurrent lyrics referencing guns, trucks, beer and girls in short shorts are uncreative and not entertaining in the least. However, older country artists and folk rock bands such as Creedence Clearwater Revival and Johnny Cash have stronger, more diverse themes and often carry an overt anti-war message. I hate the fact that what was once an interesting and powerful genre of music has now been claimed by gun-toting conservative bearded dudes, and it hurts my heart to say I hate country music when there are so many country artists that I very much enjoy, but cannot state the fact that I enjoy country music without being associated with the aforementioned group.
I think I’m a little late but here’s something for the latest Caffeine Challenge by @caffeinewitchcraft . I used the dialogue prompt: “What does it mean to be immortal? A long time ago, I was fool enough to think the answer my mission.” Enjoy!
“What’s the meaning in all this?” The young woman looked at me, as if I had all the answers, her eyes filled with excited anticipation.
I looked down at the colorful rubix cube in my hand, twisting it randomly in hopes that it would magically become solved.
“It’s immortality, Karen. It means you’ll live forever. It doesn’t have to have a deeper meaning.”
Karen stared at me in shock. “But… it can’t be something that just happens!”
“Why not?” I shrugged. “One day I woke up and realized I was immortal. Yesterday I woke up and realized I don’t like pickles. The world is a strange place, Karen. Don’t think too much about things.”
“There has to be a higher purpose in all this!” She wasn’t listening. I sighed, letting out a silent cheer as I matched up a couple of green squares.
“What does it mean to be immortal? A long time ago, I was fool enough to think the answer my mission.”
“And…”
“It doesn’t mean anything.” I laughed to myself. “You can ignore me, try to play god, try out all the painful and pleasurable things this world has to offer. I did. You can try to rule the world from the shadows. I did that too. The appeal wears off quickly.”
“So… what do you do now?”
I grinned. “Try and solve this puzzle.”
She looked down at the cube in my hands. “And how long have you been working on that?”
“A few hundred years or so.” At her scornful gaze I felt defensive. “Hey! I’m not that great at puzzles, ok? Also, sometimes I work on different kinds of puzzles.” I pointed at the table, where a half-assembled 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle rested.”
“… and how long has that taken?”
“A few h… a few years.”
Her gaze was pitying. “It’s been hundreds of years, hasn’t it?”
I sighed. “I told you, I’m not good at puzzles.”
“It’s fine.” With that she sat down at the table and started picking up pieces.
I was startled. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you with your puzzle.”
“Why? Weren’t you going to go out and find the reason for your immortality?”
She shrugged. “Nah. Seems like a lot of work.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yep. Now… let’s find all the edge pieces, it will make this easier.”
I thought it over for a few moments and then grinned, joining her. It had been a while, but it was never a bad thing to make a new friend.
I am tearing up, I love this so much! You took an issue that could have gone sooo dark so easily and made it believable and fun! I really, really love this, thank you for sharing!
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