I think about my ancestors all the time. They were people, people who fell in love, people who had pets, people who had a favorite book, people who were passionate about a specific topic, people who went through their own tragedy and suffering. Every single one of them was a person with their own unique life experiences.
And sometimes I think of the really old ones- the ones who spoke languages that are no longer spoken, who lived alongside wildlife that no longer exist, who belonged to cultures that are only known through remnants of pottery. I think of the people who saw the world when it was wilder and more beautiful.
people on twitter will say literally anything huh
im taking these away until you show me that you can use them responsibly
[ID: A man says “I’ve had enough of this dude“ while gesturing at a painting labelled “hastily pairing up all the characters because the story is ending”. End ID]
Password sharing is not piracy any more than loaning your friend a DVD or watching a movie with your family is piracy. The service is already paid for. Execs just consider sharing to be eeeevil because they can’t exploit every individual person.
if they could figure out a way to make lending physical media illegal they fucking would. Don’t kid yourself.
full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
remember when writers had to be all like:
“omg omg lemon starts HERE”
y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can setSometimes shit was marked “lemon” and it’d just be them making out, and sometimes they’d just start pissing on each other
No rules, no laws, you took your life into your hands opening fics
Accidentally signed I love you the deaf doordasher who brought me my Taco Bell and he just hesitantly signed I love you back
dancing lessons in the streets of seattle
These are around the corner from the shop I work at, it’s always funny seeing people occasionally trying out the steps in the sidewalk
That’s adorbs