There’s no one’s wisdom that’s less valuable than this
What source of passive income allows him to just print money like this?
An ‘unlimited’ annual pass with free parking is $1600/year (up from $1400 when he completed his record 2012-2020). And yeah, that’s over $116 a month and not how I’d spend my money but it’s not obscene.
Plus, he’s an older dude with free time every day. DL is a safe venue to walk around and kill time if all you have is time to kill, and from the article it seems he’s built quite the social network of Disney regulars & cast members. So good for him.
The Disney corporation hates people like him, btw.
Disney considers AP holders parasites, clogging the parks, taking up space that could be better utilized by Big Spending out-of-town visitors. Which is why the price for an AP has gone up so dramatically ALONG WITH a zillion new restrictions like blackout days + reservation requirements.
Up until 2013 or so it was common for local families to buy their kids Annual Passes then drop them off at the park every day during summer as cheap childcare. Seriously, $100/month is a bargain.
thats just the admission and parking though, the park tends to be pretty strict on how much food and drink you can bring in and none of the options inside are cheap, even with the like 10% discount before tax and tips the annual pass holder gets.
You’re absolutely right!
But AP holders usually don’t buy food & drink inside the parks… unless you’re DisneyFoodBlog or Jenny Nicholson. Another reason Disney hates on passholders.
Most AP holders hit one of the kazillion affordable restaurants outside the park on their way in or out, then carry a water bottle once inside to stay hydrated. And most visits aren’t the all-day-long thing out of towners do; AP folk will kill an hour or two, ride Indiana Jones or the Matterhorn then leave.
The guy in the article appears to have visited once a day just to walk a lap or two for exercise. He wasn’t staying all day, dealing with hotel room reservations, rental car, airline tickets, souvenirs, or any of the expenses a tourist would have.
The real insanity is how the US is so lacking in safe public third places that for some people, an annual pass to Disney is their best shot at having a walkable outdoor space and some semblance of community.
and that even disney, the owners of the park, doesn’t want them to be there, because they’re not spending enough
“But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees” hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I’d get a doctorate in film studies. I’d have a bachelor’s degree for every science I like. I’d try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something “useful” like coding and then follow it up with a “"useless”“ degree like art history. I’d be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.
But I can’t afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.
Not only can prisoners not vote in the US, once you've been convicted of a felony (a very large category of crimes that prosecutors like to find excuses to fit people into), you can never vote again for the rest of your life.
Oh that is fucked, that is fucked beyond belief, that shouldn’t be allowed
This is actually not true of the entire US! It depends on the state. When I worked in Ohio, we would encounter people who incorrectly believed they couldn’t vote because of past felonies.
16 states allow people with felony convictions to vote once their sentence is complete.
9 states have restrictions on voting rights for people with felon convictions. Some of these are effectively a ban. One of these states is Florida, which passed a referendum to restore voting rights to people with felony convictions who had completed their sentence, but the DeSantis administration has found various loopholes to continue restricting voting.
23 states ban prisoners from voting but allow people with felony convictions to vote if they are not in prison.
2 states, Maine and Vermont, allow everyone to vote.
OP, I know you’re not American and may or may not be interested in this, but it’s important for any Americans seeing this to know that depending on where they live they may in fact have the right to vote. Misinformation about this is a form of voter suppression.
It doesn’t matter whether they’re sexual or not – if your boss glimpsing them on your computer screen would get you in trouble, they’re not safe for work. That’s what it means.
I really wish we could bring back the distinction between “not safe for work” and “explicitly erotic.”
Not-safe-for-work can include pictures of women in bikinis playing beach volleyball. Includes that 70s poster of Farrah Fawcett. Includes about 2/3 of Chuck Tingle’s book covers. Includes not only lingerie ads, but some prom dress ads. Includes the Old Spice Guy ads. Includes swear words posters. Includes a whole lot of “subversive cross stitch” designs.
It means “if you hang this on the wall of your cubicle, you are probably headed for an unpleasant conversation with HR.”
Doesn’t mean they’re erotic. Doesn’t mean they’re overtly sexual. Doesn’t mean they’re illegal for anyone to see, even 8-year-olds. Just means: Not appropriate for most workplaces.
I HATE that it’s become code for “Absolutely adults-only erotic content.” A chat channel labeled “NSFW” should not have to be “no minors allowed.”
I think people on EBT should be allowed to eat at a five star restaurant for completely free once a month minimum and I’m not joking. It should be a human right to have the roses not just the bread.
“It should be a human right to have the roses not just the bread”
Etch this in marble and put it on my grave
“If you have two loaves of bread, sell one and buy a hyacinth.” -Iranian proverb, I think, maybe
Steddie headcanon (or prompt?): Eddie notices that as much as everyone loves Steve, they rarely compliment him, mostly sticking to joking insults. So now eddie makes a point to constantly compliment/praise Steve and Steve has no idea how to handle it :)
“Steve, I’m begging you to use your brain this one time.”
“Oh yeah, sure. You’ll beat his ass just like you beat Billy’s and Jonathan’s.”
“Wow, I can’t believe you were the one to figure that out.”
It had been funny at first. It was so easy to pick on Steve. Here was this rich jock who lived in what was practically a fucking mansion, was the king of the school in his time, and was an absolute heartthrob that all the girls swooned over. He was perfect. He could handle a little teasing.
Eventually, however, Eddie began to notice that his friends only teased and ridiculed him. Even if Steve did something good, their compliments would always be laced with some sort of jab at him.
Steve always took it in stride. He would duck his head with a laugh for Nancy or playfully shove Dustin’s shoulder or make a quick jab back at Robin, so Eddie tried to let it go.
Then he looked closer.
He saw the flashes of hurt in his eyes, the small, quickly disguised flinches, the tenseness of his shoulders, the way he’d look away for a moment as the words settled over him, the way he’d lose any enthusiasm he’d had and become unusually quiet for a while.
It nagged at Eddie. As soon as he noticed it for the first time, he couldn’t stop seeing it.
He started listening in on Steve’s conversations whenever he was near and paying attention to what the others said.
It was never kind. It was never respectful or encouraging or approving.
Eddie knew what that was like. He knew how it felt to constantly be made to feel lesser, like he was a mistake, like he was stupid, like he was an inconvenience to the world. Sure, his abuse had been far more targeted and intentional and meant to harm, but he had zero doubt that Steve was similarly affected, if not to the same degree.
The final straw was hearing Steve call himself an idiot. He’d said it so easily, with no humor or sarcasm or playfulness. He said it like it was a fact of the universe. The sky was blue, Hawkins was cursed, and Steve Harrington was an idiot.
He didn’t blame his friends. They very obviously loved him deeply and would be lost without him. He was Henderson’s hero and Robin’s best friend and everyone knew how special he was.
They just didn’t say it.
He thought about all the times he’d wished someone would come to his rescue; how he’d spend the more difficult nights imagining someone there to sooth the aches and tell him that the words that were so often used to cut into him were all false and that he was worth something.
He never found that person, but he could be that person for Steve.
“Hey, big boy! Lovin’ the hair today!”
Steve scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, make your jokes.”
Eddie had been prepared for the dismissal, so he pushed through it with ease.
“I’m serious, Harrington. It’s very flattering. You should be on the cover of a magazine or something. I’d buy it.”
Steve looked over at him with suspicion. Eddie smiled and gave him a wink before sauntering away.
“Holy shit, you made that?”
Steve jumped and spun around to see Eddie peering down into the trunk of his car.
“Damn it, Eddie, a little warning next time!”
Eddie ignored him and reached down to pick up a baseball bat with a butcher knife attached on one side and a hammer behind it.
“This is so fucking metal, dude!” He took a few swings with it and found it surprisingly light and well balanced. Steve shrugged.
“Just tied some shit together. It’s probably a pretty awful weapon anyway.” Eddie was shaking his head before he’d even finished his sentence.
“Nah, man. This is awesome. I never would have thought to make it.” He carefully handed the bat/knife/hammer back to him. “Good job, Steve,” he added quietly.
Steve ducked back into the trunk, but not before Eddie saw his wide eyes and slight blush. He smiled.
“Uh, King Steve, can you help me, please?”
Steve walked over to where Eddie had been struggling for the past ten minutes to move a washing machine into the Byers’ new home, and pushed him aside lightly.
“I got it,” he muttered, and, before Eddie had a chance to argue, lifted the machine with a grunt and began slowly walking to the house. Eddie just stood there and watched, stunned.
“The door,” Steve ground out breathlessly. Eddie shook himself out of his trance and scrambled over to open the door.
He continued to watch in awe as Steve was directed by Joyce, following silently after them. He finally lowered the machine to the ground and let out a harsh breath, sweat gleaming on his arms and dampening his shirt as he leaned on the top of it and tried to catch his breath.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” Steve turned his head and looked at him questioningly. Eddie raised an incredulous brow and gestured to the washing machine. “That thing has to weigh over a hundred pounds and you just… carried it in here!” Steve ran a hand over his flushed face and stood up.
“It’s not a big deal. I’m used to carrying heavy shit.” Eddie was dumbfounded.
“‘Not a big deal’? Steve, no one else here could have done that! I could barely push it a few feet!”
Steve shrugged and began walking back outside to the moving truck. Eddie followed close behind.
“The next time I need to move anything, I’m calling you, Harrington. I’m never picking up an amp again, not when I have my very own sexy handyman.”
Eddie grinned when Steve stumbled at his words. Before he could make some kind of retort, Eddie jogged up to the truck and hopped in, busying himself with lifting boxes better suited to his strength level.
He pretended to not see the countless looks Steve threw his way.
“Hey handsome, what are you doing tonight?”
Steve threw the rag he’d been cleaning with onto the counter.
“Stop it.” Eddie blinked in surprise.
“Stop what?”
“Stop making fun of me.”
He was taken aback by the glare Steve was directing at him and frowned.
“I don’t know what you’re-“
“It’s nonstop,” Steve cut him off angrily. “Every day it’s something different. ‘Hey handsome’, ‘Hey gorgeous’, ‘Nice hair, Steve’, ‘You’re really clever, Steve’, ‘You’re doing great, Steve’.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration while Eddie stared at him with wide eyes. “I get it, okay? I know it’s fun to make fun of me. Everyone does it. But I can’t…” he exhaled shakily. “I can’t keep hearing it. Not from you.”
That last sentence threw Eddie for a loop, but he tried to ignore it and instead walked around the counter until he stood in front of him. Steve leaned back against the counter and folded his arms over his chest defensively. Eddie remained silent for a few moments, twisting the rings on his fingers as he thought about exactly what he wanted to say. He looked up at Steve, expression as open and honest as he could make it.
“I’m not making fun of you.” Steve scoffed and shook his head, but Eddie continued. “I’m not, Steve. I just…” He took a deep breath. “I just want you to feel appreciated; to know your worth.” Steve lowered his gaze to the ground.
“What is that even supposed to mean,” he asked, some of the anger fading from his voice. Eddie took a small step closer and lowered his voice, trying to be as gentle as possible.
“It means that you’re a good guy, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes flicked up to meet his. “It means that you’re kind and honest and loyal and protective and such a damn good person and that it’s fucking criminal that no one ever tells you that.” Steve swallowed hard.
“Eddie-“
“Steve. You’re incredible. You work so hard every day to make sure the people you love are protected and cared for. You risked your life to help me, the freak of the town, when everyone thought I was a murderer. You had no obligation to help me, and yet you did.”
“You’re not a freak,” Steve murmured, and Eddie felt a rush of emotion.
“And you’re not an idiot, Steve.”
“Have fun convincing the rest of the world that,” Steve muttered bitterly. Eddie closed his eyes briefly to mask the anger and sadness he felt at those words. No one in Steve’s life deserved him.
“I don’t need to convince the world, Steve. The world fucking sucks. I just want to convince you.”
All of the bitterness and anger ebbed away and Steve looked at him with so much vulnerability, it was almost painful.
“Do you mean that,” Steve asked, barely a murmur. Eddie nodded.
“I do.”
Something seemed to shatter in Steve and he dropped his head onto Eddie’s shoulder, trembling slightly. Eddie hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was allowed to touch him, before throwing caution to the wind and wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Eddie,” Steve whispered, muffled voice suspiciously shaky. Eddie pressed his cheek to Steve’s head.
According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.
sheds a single tear
every august 18th my notifications break and i go, fuck, tumblr has failed me once again, but it hasn’t. it hasn’t failed me. it’s just the taking the hobbits to isengard-iversary. happy 12 years
I regret to inform everyone that @catchaspark’s reblog was made in 2017 and that Taking the Hobbits to Isengard was actually published 17 years ago, not 12 years ago.
Remember The Blind Side starring Sandra Bullock? The movie showed how a kid who had an extremely rough upbringing got help from the family of a school friend, found success in football and ultimately ended up being adopted by the family. Turns out he was never adopted.
Michael Oher says that he was tricked by the Tuohy family into signing documents that made them his conservators. Since he was already 18 at the time the family told him, “that it means pretty much the exact same thing as ‘adoptive parents,’ but that the laws were just written in a way that took [his] age into account.”
Oher also says that papers were signed so that his story and likeness were given away for free to use in The Blind Side. He also never got a single royalty check for the hugely successful, Oscar nominated film in the 14 years since its release.
It just continues to baffle me that they essentially purchased a young Black man’s life to make football money off of, like buying a racing horse, except a person. Like, I don’t know how else to say it. And then made everyone think it was something wonderful they did to “save” an “impoverished, Black boy”, and he’s been saying it for years to no avail that they took advantage of him!
Not to be controversial B U T. I think 3rd/2nd shift public buses should be a thing. If you work the graveyard or a 2nd shift with weird hours you deserve to be able to get home regardless if you have a car or not.
I also think that there needs to be (a) bus line(s) to and from the cities to the rural areas. Yes this also means “rural” as in those ‘southern gothic aesthetic’ rural areas.
People should not have to be locked in the cities or in rural areas, they should have the freedom to be able to move around. If you’re low income, older, disabled, or can’t afford a car (bc it’s car + insurance + gas $$) then you’re kind of stuck where you’re at and this is coming from real life experience.
It’s really funny that redditors convinced themselves that the stupid Tiananmen Square copypasta is going to get chinese people forcefully disconnected from their internet service or something while the UK government will get your ass if you complete the sentence “Soldier F is ___” and has actively worked with google and with social media websites to censor posts or search results about Soldier F
Like 90% of the shit people make up about China is actually true for the UK
If you are driving and someone blinks their brights at you there’s a good chance it is a warning for something like, say, a deer playing chicken with cars and that you should probably slow to a crawl lest you get a fuzzy new hood ornament.
Alternatively, you could flip off the person who tried to warn you, have to violently swerve to avoid that deer, and then wait for the person you flipped off to come pull you out of the ditch you ended up in because there isn’t even the fancy new iPhone SOS service where you’re at because it’s so far into the back country.
I’ll let you all figure out what happened with the dude I tried to warn this weekend. :)
If someone flashes their high beams at you in the USA it is almost universally understood as ‘there is shit ahead to watch out for’. That shit could be animals in the road, an accident, a speed trap/cop or some other hazard. Keep that in mind when you’re out and about!
This is one of the reasons I hate the super-strong LED headlights btw - are they flashing their brights at me, or did they encounter a small hill that put me square in the path of their fucking lighthouse floodlights?
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