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Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejorie: gucciballs: thejorie: peble: thejorie: My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed. do they smoke weed? Yes, actually. you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,) They don’t look like they smoke weed. Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad. Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle. I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING  Well that escalated quickly…… What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes. love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”. and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”. “the goo pile that is now your body” i’m dying over here, jesus please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun. *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.* this dude playin omg  Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? 

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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Beautiful, Clothes, and Fire: A psychologist goes to Target and after visiting the make-up aisle, he decides to write this letter to his young daughter: Dear Little One, As I write this, I'm sitting in the makeup aisle of our local Target store. A friend recently texted me froma different makeup aisle and told me it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world. I wanted to find out what he meant. Flat OOOKS HAN UR LAF And now that I'm sitting here, I'm beginning to agree with him. Words have power, and the words on display in this aisle have a deep power. Words and phrases like: Affordably gorgeous, Infallible, Flawless finish, Brilliant strength, Liquid power, Go nude, Age defying, Instant age rewind, Choose your dream, Nearly naked, and Natural beauty. When you have a daughter you start to realize she's just as strong as everyone else in the house-a force to be reckoned with, a soul on fire with the same life and gifts and passions as any man. But sitting in this store aisle, you also begin to realize most people won't see her that way. Theyll see her as a pretty face and a body to enjoy. And they'll tell her she has to look a certain way to have any worth or influence. But words do have power and maybe, just maybe, the words of a father can begin to compete with the words of the world. Maybe a father's words can deliver his daughter through this gauntlet of institutionalized shame and into a deep, unshakeable sense of her own worthiness and beauty. A father's words aren't different words, but they are words with a radically different meaning: BRILLIANT STRENGTH: May your strength be not in your fingernails but in your heat. May you discem in your center who you are, and then may you fearfully but tenaciously live it out in the world. CHOOSE YOUR DREAM: But not from a department store shelf. Find the still-quiet place within you. A real dream has been planted there. Discover what you want to do in the world. And when you have chosen, may you faithfully pursue it, with integrity and with hope. NAKED: The world wants you to take your clothes off. Please keep them on. But take your gloves off. Pull no punches. Say what is in your heart. Be vulnerable. Embrace risk. Love a world that barely knows what it means to love itself. Do so nakedly. Openly. With abandon. INFALLIBLE: May you be constantly, infallibly aware that infallibility doesn't exist. It's an illusion created by people interested in your wallet. If you choose to seek perfection, may it be in an infallible grace-for yourself, and for everyone around you. AGE DEFYING: Your skin will wrinkle and your youth will fade, but your soul is ageless. It will always know how to play and how to enjoy and how to revel in this one-chance life. May you always defiantly resist the aging of your spirit. FLAWLESS FINISH: Your finish has nothing to do with how your face looks today and everything to do with how your life looks on your last day. May your years be a preparation for that day. May you be aged by grace, may you grow in wisdom, and may your love become big enough to embrace all people. May your flawiess finish be a peaceful embrace of the end and the unknown that follows, and may it thus be a gift to everyone who cherishes you. Little One, you love everything pink and frilly and I wll surely understand if someday makeup is important to you. But I pray three words will remain more important to you-the last three words you say every night, when I ask the question: "Where are you the most beautiful?" Three words so bright no concealer can cover them. Where are you the most beautiful? On the inside. From my heart to yours, Daddy you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com lolzandtrollz: Psychologist Writes The Most Perfect Letter To His Daughter
Beautiful, Clothes, and Fire: A psychologist goes to Target and after visiting
 the make-up aisle, he decides to write
 this letter to his young daughter:
 Dear Little One,
 As I write this, I'm sitting in the makeup aisle of our local Target store.
 A friend recently texted me froma different makeup aisle and told me
 it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world. I wanted to
 find out what he meant.
 Flat
 OOOKS
 HAN
 UR LAF
 And now that I'm sitting here, I'm beginning to agree with him. Words
 have power, and the words on display in this aisle have a deep
 power. Words and phrases like:
 Affordably gorgeous,
 Infallible,
 Flawless finish,
 Brilliant strength,
 Liquid power,
 Go nude,
 Age defying,
 Instant age rewind,
 Choose your dream,
 Nearly naked, and
 Natural beauty.
 When you have a daughter you start to realize she's just as strong as
 everyone else in the house-a force to be reckoned with, a soul on
 fire with the same life and gifts and passions as any man. But sitting
 in this store aisle, you also begin to realize most people won't see her
 that way. Theyll see her as a pretty face and a body to enjoy. And
 they'll tell her she has to look a certain way to have any worth or
 influence.
 But words do have power and maybe, just maybe, the words of a
 father can begin to compete with the words of the world. Maybe a
 father's words can deliver his daughter through this gauntlet of
 institutionalized shame and into a deep, unshakeable sense of her
 own worthiness and beauty.
 A father's words aren't different words, but they are words with a
 radically different meaning:
 BRILLIANT STRENGTH: May your strength be not in your fingernails
 but in your heat. May you discem in your center who you are, and
 then may you fearfully but tenaciously live it out in the world.
 CHOOSE YOUR DREAM: But not from a department store shelf. Find
 the still-quiet place within you. A real dream has been planted there.
 Discover what you want to do in the world. And when you have
 chosen, may you faithfully pursue it, with integrity and with hope.
 NAKED: The world wants you to take your clothes off. Please keep
 them on. But take your gloves off. Pull no punches. Say what is in
 your heart. Be vulnerable. Embrace risk. Love a world that barely
 knows what it means to love itself. Do so nakedly. Openly. With
 abandon.
 INFALLIBLE: May you be constantly, infallibly aware that infallibility
 doesn't exist. It's an illusion created by people interested in your
 wallet. If you choose to seek perfection, may it be in an infallible
 grace-for yourself, and for everyone around you.
 AGE DEFYING: Your skin will wrinkle and your youth will fade, but
 your soul is ageless. It will always know how to play and how to enjoy
 and how to revel in this one-chance life. May you always defiantly
 resist the aging of your spirit.
 FLAWLESS FINISH: Your finish has nothing to do with how your face
 looks today and everything to do with how your life looks on your last
 day. May your years be a preparation for that day. May you be aged
 by grace, may you grow in wisdom, and may your love become big
 enough to embrace all people. May your flawiess finish be a peaceful
 embrace of the end and the unknown that follows, and may it thus be
 a gift to everyone who cherishes you.
 Little One, you love everything pink and frilly and I wll surely
 understand if someday makeup is important to you. But I pray three
 words will remain more important to you-the last three words you
 say every night, when I ask the question: "Where are you the most
 beautiful?" Three words so bright no concealer can cover them.
 Where are you the most beautiful?
 On the inside.
 From my heart to yours,
 Daddy
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
lolzandtrollz:

Psychologist Writes The Most Perfect Letter To His Daughter

lolzandtrollz: Psychologist Writes The Most Perfect Letter To His Daughter

Children, Love, and Run: I THINK, I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT'S NOT THE REAL QUESTION, ANDREW... -REGARDING THE PRIME MINISTER'S RESPONSE TO THE THREAT? ...THE REAL QUESTION IS WHETHER OR NOT HE'S MAN ENOUGH TO STAND UP TO US YES, I'M WONDERING IF THERE'S BEEN ANY REACTION TO THE PIECE THAT WAS RUN IN THE DAILY PLANET THIS MORNING HAVEN'T READ IT, HAVEN'T SEEN IT LET'S SEE... COLBY? -IT'S THE LOIS LANE PIECE, IT RAN THIS MORNING ABOUT THE REFUGEE CAMPS CAN'T COMMENT IF I HAVEN'T READ IT, COLBY, CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE NUMBERS THAT WERE RELEASED TODAY? DOES ANYONE HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT THAT? I DO ACTUALLY, LEE-ANNE.. NOW D ...I ACTUALLY DO HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT THE NUMBERS ABOUT THE NUMBERS LOIS? SPECIFICALLY ABOUT THE ONES REPORTED THIS MORNING, YES ALL RIGHT PRESS ALCESS -ALL PAID TO INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF THE ADMINISTRATION IN EXCHANGE FOR- 9.4 MILLION DOLLARS FROM MERRICK UNROE, 10.7 FROM LEXCORP ANOTHER 8.5 FROM AGGER AND SHAW THAT'S ENOUGH, THAT'S NOT- WAIT, WAIT- THE GRANTING OF SPECIFIC CONTRACTS, INCLUDING AN ADDITIONAL 22 MILLION EARMARKED FOR QUOTE-UNQUOTE TENDER CARE CAMPS WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS? WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THESE FIGURES? YOU'RE MAKING IT UP THAT'S ALL THIS IS I'M NOT AT LIBERTY TO DIVULGE MY SOURCES ...I THINK YOU NEED TO ANSWER THE QUESTION. I'M NOT GOING TO DIGNIFY LET'S TAKE ANOTHER DO YOU DENY THAT THE ADMINISTRATION IS MONETIZING THE SEPARATION OF CHILDREN FROM THEIR FAMILIES? IS THAT A DENIAL? MS MCCARTHY? ANSWER THE QUESTION, LEE-ANNE GLORIA, DO YOU- ANSWER THE QUESTION. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT CHILDREN AS YOUNG AS EIGHTEEN MONTHS... A REMARKABLE EXCHANGE TODAY BETWEEN PULITZER PRIZE-WINNING JOURNALIST LOIS LANE AND WHITE HOUSE SPOKESPERSON LEE-ANNE MCCARTHY..." CULMINATING IN LANE'S EJECTION FROM THE BRIEFING AND THE REVOKING OF HER CREDENTIALS WHEN THE PRESS SECRETARY REFUSED TO ANSWER ALLEGATIONS PUBLISHED IN THE DAILY PLANET THIS MORNING DESPITE REPEATED REQUESTS TO DO SO... "LUPON RESUMPTION OF THE BRIEFING MCCARTHY AGAIN FACED QUESTIONING... THIS TIME BY OTHER MEMBERS OF THE PRESS CORPS WHO CONTINUED LANE'S LINE OF INQUIRY RESULTING IN MCCARTHY CALLING A PREMATURE END TO THE BRIEFING "AT THIS TIME, THE ADMINISTRATION HAS OFFERED NO FURTHER COMMENT ON THE EXCHANGE... MORE ON THIS STORY AS IT DEVELOPS..." why-i-love-comics: Lois Lane #1 - “Enemy of the People” (2019) written by Greg Ruckaart by Mike Perkins & Paul Mounts
Children, Love, and Run: I THINK,
 I THINK WE ALL
 KNOW THAT'S
 NOT THE REAL
 QUESTION,
 ANDREW...
 -REGARDING
 THE PRIME MINISTER'S
 RESPONSE TO THE
 THREAT?
 ...THE REAL
 QUESTION IS
 WHETHER OR NOT
 HE'S MAN ENOUGH
 TO STAND UP
 TO US
 YES, I'M WONDERING IF
 THERE'S BEEN ANY REACTION
 TO THE PIECE THAT WAS RUN
 IN THE DAILY PLANET THIS
 MORNING
 HAVEN'T
 READ IT,
 HAVEN'T
 SEEN IT
 LET'S
 SEE...
 COLBY?
 -IT'S
 THE LOIS LANE
 PIECE, IT RAN THIS
 MORNING ABOUT
 THE REFUGEE
 CAMPS
 CAN'T
 COMMENT IF I
 HAVEN'T READ
 IT, COLBY,
 CAN WE
 TALK ABOUT THE
 NUMBERS THAT
 WERE RELEASED
 TODAY? DOES
 ANYONE HAVE A
 QUESTION ABOUT
 THAT?
 I DO
 ACTUALLY,
 LEE-ANNE..
 NOW D
 ...I ACTUALLY
 DO HAVE A
 QUESTION
 ABOUT THE
 NUMBERS
 ABOUT THE
 NUMBERS
 LOIS?
 SPECIFICALLY
 ABOUT THE ONES
 REPORTED THIS
 MORNING, YES
 ALL
 RIGHT
 PRESS
 ALCESS

 -ALL PAID
 TO INDIVIDUAL
 MEMBERS OF THE
 ADMINISTRATION
 IN EXCHANGE
 FOR-
 9.4 MILLION DOLLARS
 FROM MERRICK
 UNROE, 10.7 FROM
 LEXCORP ANOTHER 8.5
 FROM AGGER AND
 SHAW
 THAT'S
 ENOUGH,
 THAT'S
 NOT-
 WAIT,
 WAIT-
 THE
 GRANTING OF SPECIFIC
 CONTRACTS, INCLUDING
 AN ADDITIONAL 22
 MILLION EARMARKED
 FOR QUOTE-UNQUOTE
 TENDER CARE
 CAMPS
 WHERE
 ARE YOU GETTING
 THIS? WHERE ARE
 YOU GETTING THESE
 FIGURES?
 YOU'RE
 MAKING IT UP
 THAT'S ALL
 THIS IS
 I'M NOT
 AT LIBERTY TO
 DIVULGE MY
 SOURCES
 ...I THINK
 YOU NEED TO
 ANSWER THE
 QUESTION.
 I'M NOT
 GOING TO DIGNIFY
 LET'S TAKE
 ANOTHER
 DO YOU DENY THAT
 THE ADMINISTRATION
 IS MONETIZING THE
 SEPARATION OF
 CHILDREN FROM THEIR
 FAMILIES?
 IS THAT A
 DENIAL? MS
 MCCARTHY?
 ANSWER
 THE QUESTION,
 LEE-ANNE
 GLORIA,
 DO YOU-
 ANSWER
 THE QUESTION.
 WE'RE
 TALKING ABOUT
 CHILDREN
 AS YOUNG AS
 EIGHTEEN
 MONTHS...
 A REMARKABLE
 EXCHANGE TODAY BETWEEN
 PULITZER PRIZE-WINNING
 JOURNALIST LOIS LANE AND
 WHITE HOUSE SPOKESPERSON
 LEE-ANNE MCCARTHY..."

 CULMINATING
 IN LANE'S EJECTION
 FROM THE BRIEFING
 AND THE REVOKING OF
 HER CREDENTIALS
 WHEN THE PRESS
 SECRETARY REFUSED TO
 ANSWER ALLEGATIONS
 PUBLISHED IN THE DAILY
 PLANET THIS MORNING
 DESPITE REPEATED
 REQUESTS TO DO SO...
 "LUPON RESUMPTION
 OF THE BRIEFING
 MCCARTHY AGAIN
 FACED QUESTIONING...
 THIS TIME BY OTHER
 MEMBERS OF THE PRESS CORPS
 WHO CONTINUED LANE'S LINE OF
 INQUIRY RESULTING IN MCCARTHY
 CALLING A PREMATURE END TO
 THE BRIEFING
 "AT THIS TIME, THE
 ADMINISTRATION
 HAS OFFERED NO
 FURTHER COMMENT
 ON THE EXCHANGE...
 MORE ON
 THIS STORY AS
 IT DEVELOPS..."
why-i-love-comics:

Lois Lane #1 - “Enemy of the People” (2019)
written by Greg Ruckaart by Mike Perkins & Paul Mounts

why-i-love-comics: Lois Lane #1 - “Enemy of the People” (2019) written by Greg Ruckaart by Mike Perkins

Hello, Internet, and Ironic: TYPOGRAPHICAL TONE OF VOICE 145 when did tumblr collectively decide not to use unctuation like when did this happen why is this a thing it iust looks so smooth I mean look at this sentence flow like a jungle river The popularity of this and similar posts both confirms that the describing a phenomenon widely recognized by fellow posters were neers and helped acculturate new users into the norms of the plat- form, such as signaling that a question is rhetorical or ironic by ask- ing it without a question mark. Ruhl cites another self-referential, widely shared, multiauthored post, this time from 2016. At first glance, it seems like it's primarily emphasis, but those examples example of different kinds of an interspersed in a neutral, minimal- are ist carrier sentence: i think it's really Cool how there are so many ways to express emphasis Completely different it's #wild TM on tumblr and they're all. #EmphasisTM WHAT HAVE YOU DONE The hashtagged, initial-capped, space-stretched, trademarked HEmphasisTM is a break in the system: it's got too many things ng on at once to be interpretable as more than a joke. But the reply all-capped WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, is simultaneously emphatic and minimalist: it signals strong feeling from the all caps and a rhe- torical question from the question syntax without a question mark. lumblr users were pography, but it wasn't just a Tumblr thing: it also started flourishing particularly self-reflexive about minimalist ty- allthingslinguistic: hi hello alert so that classic tumblr flowing jungle river post is now cited in a real book like an actual paper book and it’s called because internet and it’s all about the evolution of internet language and how TUMBLR DID THE THING and you can get it here
Hello, Internet, and Ironic: TYPOGRAPHICAL TONE OF VOICE 145
 when did tumblr collectively decide not to use
 unctuation like when did this happen why is
 this a thing
 it iust looks so smooth I mean look at
 this sentence flow like a jungle river
 The popularity of this and similar posts both confirms that the
 describing a phenomenon widely recognized by fellow
 posters were
 neers and helped acculturate new users into the norms of the plat-
 form, such as signaling that a question is rhetorical or ironic by ask-
 ing it without a question mark. Ruhl cites another self-referential,
 widely shared, multiauthored post, this time from 2016. At first
 glance, it seems like it's primarily
 emphasis, but those examples
 example of different kinds of
 an
 interspersed in a neutral, minimal-
 are
 ist carrier sentence:
 i think it's really Cool how there are so many ways
 to express emphasis
 Completely different it's #wild
 TM on tumblr and they're all.
 #EmphasisTM
 WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
 The hashtagged, initial-capped, space-stretched, trademarked
 HEmphasisTM is a break in the system: it's got too many things
 ng on at once to be interpretable
 as more than a joke. But the reply
 all-capped WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, is simultaneously emphatic
 and minimalist: it signals strong feeling from the all caps and a rhe-
 torical question from the question syntax without a question mark.
 lumblr users were
 pography, but it wasn't just a Tumblr thing: it also started flourishing
 particularly self-reflexive about minimalist ty-
allthingslinguistic:

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News, Precious, and Target: OUL vladislava: mylistofthangs: Antique Jewish wedding rings.  These are absolutely gorgeous. Some info: Antique Jewish wedding bands are stellar examples of the artistry of jewelry making. The rings are made of a metal circle, molded to fit the would-be owner, topped with an architectural feature resembling a house. The goldsmith would then engrave something on the exterior of the “house”; engravings were also commonly hidden inside, in which case the “house” – or bezel – would slide open. The engraving would usually read Mazal Tov, or the Hebrew initials M.T. The rings’ houses varied in design from castle-like, to square, round or hexagonal. The structures were representations of either the Holy Temple or synagogues in the diaspora. Large in diameter and heavy due to the architectural features, many of the rings are practically unwearable. Morgan ponders the question as well, saying that there is no conclusive evidence, either in Jewish tradition or in the Christian documentation recording Jewish practices, of such rings ever having been worn. Trading in gold, jewels and precious stones was the trade of choice by wealthy Jewish merchants for hundreds of years. The memoir portrait of Gluckel of Hamlen, the daughter of a gold merchant of those times, depicts a wedding ring embroidered in gold thread, hanging from a necklace, which may have been the way the rings were worn after the wedding ceremony.  Jewish wedding bands are unique and although many of them are magnificent and expensive, none have stones set in them. The rings are devoid of their classical focal point due to a rabbinical ordinance barring setting gemstones in wedding bands, or engraving them with hallmarks – the latter first appearing in the 19th century. Also, Jewish goldsmiths were not allowed to join guilds and mark their creations until circa that time. (via)
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vladislava:

mylistofthangs:

Antique Jewish wedding rings. 

These are absolutely gorgeous.
Some info:

Antique Jewish wedding bands are stellar examples of the artistry of jewelry making. The rings are made of a metal circle, molded to fit the would-be owner, topped with an architectural feature resembling a house. The goldsmith would then engrave something on the exterior of the “house”; engravings were also commonly hidden inside, in which case the “house” – or bezel – would slide open. The engraving would usually read Mazal Tov, or the Hebrew initials M.T.

The rings’ houses varied in design from castle-like, to square, round or hexagonal. The structures were representations of either the Holy Temple or synagogues in the diaspora.
Large in diameter and heavy due to the architectural features, many of the rings are practically unwearable. Morgan ponders the question as well, saying that there is no conclusive evidence, either in Jewish tradition or in the Christian documentation recording Jewish practices, of such rings ever having been worn.
Trading in gold, jewels and precious stones was the trade of choice by wealthy Jewish merchants for hundreds of years. The memoir portrait of Gluckel of Hamlen, the daughter of a gold merchant of those times, depicts a wedding ring embroidered in gold thread, hanging from a necklace, which may have been the way the rings were worn after the wedding ceremony. 
Jewish wedding bands are unique and although many of them are magnificent and expensive, none have stones set in them. The rings are devoid of their classical focal point due to a rabbinical ordinance barring setting gemstones in wedding bands, or engraving them with hallmarks – the latter first appearing in the 19th century. Also, Jewish goldsmiths were not allowed to join guilds and mark their creations until circa that time. (via)

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 NOT TO YEET
To YEET or not to YEET, that is the question! Yoink this olde english parody with a meme twist of the famous quote from Hamlet by William Shakespeare!

To YEET or not to YEET, that is the question! Yoink this olde english parody with a meme twist of the famous quote from Hamlet by William Sh...