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Wow, so you’re telling me that the plot did not advance in a meaningful way in a series with over 900 episodes of filler, where the main character has been 10 years old for nearly 20 years?

I’ve been commenting on Jezebel and Gawker through two user names (it KILLED me when I lost a starred account in an early Kinja changeover), two degrees, and four moves. It’s helped me procrastinate, meet people when I moved to new cities, given me an online community of hilarious strangers, and taught me about which

There is more to being an Olympic athlete than winning a medal. What about sportsmanship, trying your personal best, and engaging in the spirit of international, multicultural competition?

Lovely story, congrats to the new parents.

Dear god, it’s a murloc running to sonic music.

He’s trying to collect all the Chaos Emeril.

Yeah, anybody can block anybody on Twitter. If the first I hear of you as a person is you up in my @s yelling at me about something (at the same time that THOUSANDS OF OTHER PEOPLE ARE ALSO YELLING AT ME IN MY @S) I would feel no compunction blocking you, and fuck anyone who tells me I am obligated to patiently let

Oh man, if they had actually gotten drunk on that wine and drowned in the bathtub this would be the wierdest obituary I’d have seen in a long time.

DVa can eat up ults with her right-click too. Hanzo, Zarya, McCree, and others.

That’s one of the most important gameplay mechanics for Genji...

That’s literally the only Ult he should be able to reflect. He’s a Shimada.

I am just waiting for the plottwist that this is actually a Hideo Kojima game.

Check to see if there is a legal aid service in your area. They might be able to help appeal the denial of social services to you and your kids.

Word. Very nearly every time I’ve had a fight with my husband in the last 5 years or so (an actual *yelling* fight) I’ve realized about an hour in that I’m at peak hormone. That shit fucks your shit up, man.

Additional evidence: At our 4th of July BBQ, 18 weeks pregnant, I couldn’t remember the word “cake” and tried explaining to my confused husband that I wanted a slice of “sugar bread.”

“D’oh, baby brain!” said I, the self-identified radical feminist. Good feminists are never supposed to impute anything to Lady Hormone stuff,

I dunno dude, I wish more people would take my SEVERE PMS seriously. Not just a “haha bad mood cause I’m raggin” but more “this is an actual thing that is happening to my body

OMG Daya’s baby. I almost don’t want to watch the new season when it comes out b/c too scared to find out what happened to the baby.

....Where was your uterus before?

I thought by the time I was ready to have children they’d have beaten this thing and we’d be brave new worlding babies in a lab. But now I’m 30.