Latest Posts by ripplepipple - Page 2
ok not to be that guy but like. labor rights and working class rights can coexist with 24h services and late amenities. its certainly hard to do so without worker exploitation in this political and social environment, it’s not a conflict likely to resolve overnight. but 24h services are important and especially valuable to those of us that are disabled or are on a different circadian rhythm. in fact more professional, health, and government services should be available or at least possible to work on asynchronously (if applicable) during late or odd hours, while workers also get sufficient pay for their labor and proper consistent scheduling. this would be much easier on the workers with night schedules if the entire professional world didn’t grind to a halt at 5pmEST
my dealer: got some straight gas. this strain is called “daylight savings time” youll be zonked out of your gourd
Me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.
1 hour and 5 minutes later: dude I swear it’s only been 5 minutes
my friend the oven, pacing: the smart devices are lying to us
Doctor: $140,000 a year
Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year
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You! Have been visited by the gnome of executive function! Reblog to send them along to make sure they visit the next person in need!
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And to think that it takes very little to make a child happy....
@killer-katz i think it looks cute lol 😹
reblogs are greatly appreciated!🛸
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
You know what I think is really cool about language (English in this case)? It’s the way you can express “I don’t know” without opening your mouth. All you have to do is hum a low note, a high note, then another lower note. The same goes for yes and no. Does anyone know what this is called?
Rules: Shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and add the first ten songs, then tag 10 people.
thanks @hemlocks-grove for the tag! ❤️ your music taste is wonderful! ☺️
Abracadabra - Lady Gaga
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Hi, I'm A Slut - Lil Mariko
Scylla - Jorge Riverra-Herrans
Fantastic - King Princess
Cure For Me - AURORA
Bhari Bhari - Shreya Ghoshal
Oscar Winning Tears - RAYE
cupcakes.mp3 - siouxxie sixxsta
Yummy - Ayesha Erotica
my music taste is all over the place, just like me :)
tagging @chungledown-bimothy @baksuz-art @47witchyneurons @lionmythflower @say-hi-intrepid-heroes @thatrandombystander @salvadorbonaparte @podcastwizard @thewizardsarcasm @awful-grinch-named-paul
you don't have to participate if you don't want to! i am just curious :)
thanks again @hemlocks-grove ! ❤️
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
ava/caspar secret third thing of all time. argue with the wall
“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.
But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”
It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?
Oh, he was serious.
At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.
We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.
But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?
That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.
When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.
No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“
–Elizabeth Gilbert
You ever just… yell about #fantasy high junior year??
Like if you’re a #misfits and magic fan, reblog if you’re a #pinocchio fan.
since it's the last day of january, i wanted to take my little digital rake and put all my january art together in a collage 😸 i am very proud of the fact that i have spent every day of the january drawing - sometimes i spent 12hours on one big work, sometimes i just had a bunch of random kitty doodles, but every day was productive 😸 at some point i took a little break from drawing inbox kitties so i can focus on kittifying famous art, because i always have to think of ways to trick adhd into leaving me alone, lol. i do plan to create more of those, but i'm back to my inbox for a bit again 😺also, i'm about to finally start making more potion cats. it's something i am super excited about for like two months now, lol, but i just had to finish some other things first. i hope you like my january recap, and i hope you'll stay to see more upcoming art! 🐱🖤 reblogs are greatly appreciated! 🐾
I WANT TO READ ALL THE BOOKS, STUDY ALL THE LANGUAGES, ADMIRE ALL THE ART... BUT I AM JUST SO TIRED!!!
IT'S SIOBHAN THOMPSON WITH THE STEEL CHAIR
me: *trying to take my socks off but they keep getting stuck on my heel* oh fuck. goddamnit.
the extractor fan in a bathroom in Norway that has an intrinsic link to my spirit: *momentarily whirs louder*
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.
The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
rewatching fantasy high (AGAIN!!)
can I stay in bed until 2025
This makes so much sense
i hauve a cold
yayyyy mutuals hiiiiiiiii reblog if you love your mutualssssssss hiii mutuals