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maybe an unpopular opinion re: the ooblets discourse but, if you were receiving thousands of hate messages i dont think looking “polite” would be your number one priority. for every person making criticisms in good faith there were 10 more who had no intention of buying or never heard of ooblets and were just there to harass the devs, distinguishing between them isn’t exactly easy
even then, a lot of the messages from the discord were taken out of context or even faked (i.e. the one where someone edited a message by one of the devs, who is jewish, to say gamers deserve to be sent to gas chambers. it is 100% fake and still being spread around). even the original post wasn’t that condescending, it was written in the same style the ooblets blogposts have always been in and that never was an issue until magically it was an issue with the post on switching to the epic games store
saying there’s toxicity in the gaming community is putting it lightly.
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i keep having dreams i can’t breathe because my cat cocoa can’t comprehend that he’s a ragdoll cat the size of a 2 year old human and Too Fucking Lorge to sleep on my chest while i’m sleeping
cat: MOTHER IS COLD, I WILL WARM HER
me in dream: man i sure do drown a lot lately
Posted on 27 July, 2019Reblogged from tentadog-deactivated20220704
“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
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contemporary roman writers slutshamed julius caesar that’s your ides of march fact for today
what an absolute unit ol’ iulius was
how could you write this and not say WHY he was getting slutshamed
julius ‘husband to all wives and wife to all husbands’ caesar was a thirsty, thirsty bottom
suetonius: i heard that caesar was a big slut and also he liked buttsex and oral
cicero, to the gathered senate: CAESAR TAKES IT UP THE ASS
for historical context, cicero publicly called out jc for bottoming for king nicomedes of bithynia. they first met when caesar was 20, the king was at least twice his age.
i am not saying sugar daddy but sugar daddy.the sex was so good that when nicomedes died he left his entire kingdom to rome, i am not making this up this is t r u elisten it’s one thing to slut shame Caesar, but Cicero went around speculating in public about Caesar and the king doing it on a “golden couch arrayed in purple” where “the virginity of the one sprung from Venus was lost in Bithynia” so I don’t think good old Iulius is the only one who’s got to ask himself some serious questions here.
Julius Caesar was stabbed for being a bottom, please share for bottom’s rights
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