The Thing That Gave You Anxiety Attacks For 2 Years Straight Will Be Resolved On A Random Wednesday Morning

In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.

My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."

Horace replied "They all say that."

By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.

Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.

At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.

He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.

He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."

And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.

No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.

normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.” It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to not objectify them

and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Tom Sawyer but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men

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"filler" is so misused bc anime filler is a really specific phenomenon where the animators can't fill their allotted episode count with material from the manga so they invent side stories or pad existing plots out. if something isn't an anime that was adapted from a manga it literally can't have that kind of filler. then people start to apply the concept to simply "episodes of a show that don't move the plot forward" and I don't even know why that's a problem bc if done well theres nothing wrong with those. having episodes with low stakes makes the ones with high stakes more impactful, and breathing room between major developments makes them more exciting when they do happen. some people seem to have this idea that filler = boring, plot = good, and I wish they would lose that mindset

Just a few of the comments from YouTube that amused me.

My brain cannot stop turning around the idea of Niko watching Buzzfeed Unsolved in her room, reaching a hauntingly familiar story, and freaking out because why is Edwin on Buzzfeed Unsolved

She thinks he'll hate it, but he's kind of chuffed instead. At least those Buzzfeed guys remember him. He asks to watch the episode, and they spend the entire time laughing at the weirdass theories of what happened to him.

(Niko teases him for weeks about the alien abduction theory, of course. As any BFF should.)

"Listen," one guard said, "I know we have only just met-"

"No," the other guard said, "we've worked together for years!"

"-but you can trust me when I say-"

"I can't, you have the curse that's opposite from mine!"

"I don't care for you at all."

"Well, I… oh… I love you too."

I LOVED IT THANK YOU

@boombboi @glittercrashhh

SHE LIKED IT!!!!!!!!

JAKE PERALTA + running gags insp.

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.