mothman-did-nothing-wrong:

Buddies!!

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theneonflower:

this is my only contribution to cryptics 

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elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

thatknitchick:

just-shower-thoughts:

I don’t understand why some Christians promote abstinence as a form of birth control when it didn’t even work for Mary.

I really shouldn’t be laughing right now.

story time: so i grew up in an abstinence-first education state where everything ended with “abstinence is the only form of contraception that is 100% effective” and my best friend gave a presentation on contraception where the last slide was just a picture of the virgin mary that said “abstinence is 99.99% effective” and she almost got kicked out of class

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awkwardmomfriend:

the-lady-vanora:

vikingmera:

vikingmera:

vikingmera:

vikingmera:

vikingmera:

vikingmera:

vikingmera:

Explaining your story to a willing ear:

“I really like your story! is there more?”

“I like this character, is there more about them?”

When they ask “What happens next?” and you haven’t figured it out yet.

When you have figured things out but you haven’t written/drawn anything yet, and trying to figure out how to:

When you only write and draw things out of order and everything remains in the drafting stage:

@awkwardmomfriend It me.

it you!

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fursaxa:

maladaptive-coping-mechanism:

fursaxa:

bro… are you writing mean things about yourself online..?

stop saying these things.. u gotta stop using maladaptive coping humour to demean and belittle yourself so much.. i just want u to be kinder to urself bro

called out

.. our psyche is like a garden that needs to be tended to and watered.. take care of urself ok bro? i’m always here if u need me

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blastbeatbisexual:

tanoraqui:

bookshelfpassageway:

I know “Bring Me To Life” is possibly the biggest meme of a song ever to exist, but yknow what?

it slaps

end of story

hot take: most meme songs are memes in part because they are genuinely catchy. If they weren’t, people wouldn’t tolerate listening to them the requisite number of times to be a meme.

Also they re-recorded the song in 2017 without the stupid male vocals that their record label forced them to add in 2003, and it’s actually fucking breathtaking

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headspace-hotel:

being a college student is so primal. Like a wolf roaming the tundra, my only thought is of my next meal. Unlike a wolf roaming the tundra, I have an analytical essay due next week

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hyratel:

0-memento-mori-0:

snarling-through-our-smiles:

rebelminds:

sandersstudies:

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

I think the best “Boys will be boys” situations are when they all collectively share one brain cell over the most simple of tasks

Mom says it’s my turn to use the braincell.

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renniequeer:

renniequeer:

renniequeer:

renniequeer:

My dad: “So if your pronouns are they and them, how should I refer to you when I brag about you? My daughter? My son?”

Me: “Mom’s just been calling me her kid or her child.”

My dad: “I shall call you…my Eldest Spawn.”

I feel like it’s worth noting that he was wearing a Cthulu t-shirt when this happened.

I told my dad that this post had gone a little bit viral and now he says not only does he expect father’s day cards from all of you, he finishes all of his dad jokes with, “you should tell the internet I said that.”

UPDATE:

So my mom picked me up to help me run some errands, and told me the following:

“So I accidentally deadnamed you the other day, and your father just stared at me and asked ‘who?’ until I realized what I’d done and corrected myself, and I’m telling you this so you can tell all of his fans on tumblr.”

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naamahdarling:

rabbitindisguise:

pom-seedss:

astudyintransience:

beabcurd:

astudyintransience:

my econ teacher has been trying to teach about scarcity by having a limited amount of graph paper available for students who don’t have any (she has the last few pages in a pad and when it’s gone, it’s gone) but it’s very undercut by the fact that i have a whole pad and i’ll let people have a piece whenever they need it

she’s teaching scarcity, you’re teaching the value of sharing a resource when you have enough to spare

YES EXACTLY!!!!!

In particular, she’s teaching artificial scarcity by being a person in an authoritative position withholding resources that are actually abundant from people who need them. 

You are breaking the illusion of power and scarcity by showing the supposedly scarce resource is actually in abundance and if distributed properly everyone would have what they needed to pass the class.

She’s also the person that creates the need for the paper for assignments in the first place

And this policy potentially affects poor students more than affluent ones. It’s not teaching about scarcity, it’s teaching about inequality. And the students most likely to benefit from the demonstration (wealthier ones) are the least likely to get it.

Seems like your economics teacher kinda sucks.

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drst:

prokopetz:

cumaeansibyl:

orriculum:

yknow how you want to like female characters and not immediately hate them but at the same time they’re often written by those men that have a limited understanding of women as people and it’s really hard to like a character that is less meant to be a person and more of a wanking hand puppet intended for the male gaze

the flip side is when we’re supposed to dislike a female character but she’s obviously a straw-woman the writer’s using to work out some unresolved issues he has with an ex or his mom or an unrequited crush so you actually kind of like her out of spite (especially when the narrative insists she’s terrible but the real person she’s based on was wholly reasonable and the writer can’t conceal that)

Bonus points when the dude we’re supposed to think she’s such a harpy for being hostile toward is just an endless parade of predatory red flags, but the narrative never acknowledges it due to the writer’s evident honest belief that that’s just how you interact with women.

So many female characters went through my head I got dizzy.

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thewritershandbook:

whimsicallytwisted:

Cause that would be awesome. An ‘18th Century Speech for Dummies’ if you will.

How to Write in an Authentic Historical Voice 

Turning a Phrase: How to Write Historical Dialogue 

Victorian Era English Language 

Etiquette Of Conversation Victorian Era (Of Era Etiquette Guide)

These might help. The most suggested research is to read fiction works from the era. :)

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wickyelham:

moonlitmoth:

secretgaygentdanvers:

Reductress really taking no prisoners today

The best part:

“It’s a common misconception that members of gay relationships have to map onto the roles of a straight couple: woman and asshole,” said Acharya. “But neither of us is the asshole; that’s the entire point.”

Ryser had a number of follow-up questions to this explanation.

“So, if neither of you is the asshole,” said Ryser, “then who plays devil’s advocate when you’re having sensitive political conversations? Who takes the other person’s side when you describe a microaggression? And who gets furious when you’re driving and one of you has to pee?”

Demonstrating immense patience, Acharya tried once more to help Ryser understand.

“None of those things are necessary for a relationship,” said Acharya. “In fact, they’re all bad. People in straight relationships should not do those things either.”

Reductress is a feminist satire site but it doesn’t make what they said here not true in actual society lol

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