Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
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do actors get boners while making sex scenes this is one of the things i’ve wondered my whole life
Idk if you actually care for the answer, but they have to put their dicks in little sleeves that attach to the leg so if they get a boner it just get held down.
that sounds like a garment that should be sold everywhere and considered polite if not mandatory to wear, like bras
Omg I can’t
As a guy I second this.
If I have to wear a titty sling because there might be an event where it becomes chilly and my nip noops become visible through my shirt, people who have a peenor should be expected to wear a peenor sling in case there is an event where a gentle breeze occurs and their peenor becomes erect.
I kind of feel like if we’re gonna do that we should go all-out and they should be IMPOSSIBLE to size, VERY expensive, flimsy, and made of uncomfortable, itchy materials.
And the little ones should have cute designs but the big ones only come in white,black, and tan
and there should be a company that sells them called Victor’s Secret, that has uncomfortably large, close-up photos of enormously-endowed male “angels” stuffed into their gorgeous little pouches spread all over every mall and TV channel, which changes societal expectations on penis size as a whole, so that men who don’t have incredibly large penises feel impossibly inadequate and feel compelled to make up for it by spending a fortune on overpriced penis pouches as a way of compensating.
Then Victor’s Secret should be sure not to actually carry any of these garments in the sizes that they advertise, so that only modestly-endowed men have the privilege of being seen in the shop, which is the type of place that simultaneously clamors for huge dicks, but refuses to cater to them in any way, leaving everyone involved vaguely uncomfortable and slightly ashamed.
This is legit one of the best posts I’ve ever found on tumblr.
VICTOR’S SECRET
PEENOR
Omg-I can’t!
listen… harry potter is the most savage person in the entire series like this kid decimates people with one comeback can you imagine james potter would have been so proud like
- “they stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at stonewall. want to come upstairs and practice?” "no, thanks. the poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.” fucking eleven year old harry!! already a lil mini savage!!!!!
- “listening to the news! again?“ "well, it changes every day, you see” my boy!!! mouthing off to the dursleys!! who gives a fuck?? not harry potter
- “’congratulations, harry! i wonder if you could give me a quick word? how you felt facing that dragon? how do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?’ ‘yeah, you can have a word,’ said harry savagely. ‘goodbye!’” holy fuck!! when harry potter literally does not give a shit anymore and jk rowling knows it and literally!!! canonically!!! makes him a savage harry is literally savage it says it right there in the goblet of fire
- “it’s time you learned some respect!” “it’s time you earned it.” mouthing off to the minister of magic damn harry authority who????? what??? respecting your elders??? harry doesn’t give a shit!!!!
- “sure you can manage that broom, potter? got plenty of special features, hasn’t it? shame it doesn’t come with a parachute - in case you get too near a dementor.“ “pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, malfoy, then it could catch the snitch for you.” oh shit!!!! legit how many times do u think malfoy literally cried to his dad because harry burned him!!!! where’s the aloe vera!!!!
- “yes, sir.“ "there’s no need to call me ‘sir’ professor.” oh fucking shit!!!! did you think i was gonna forget this!!! the holy grail of harry being savage as fuck oh my god!!!! james potter is fucking cheering in heaven!!!! he made a cake to commemorate this moment!!!! three years later lily’s chillin and james comes up and he’s like “holy fuck lil remember that one time harry was like ‘no need to call me sir professor’ and snape like flipped shit!!! that was fucking awesome” and lily is like “shut the fuck up we get it your son is a savage”
immzies-adventures-through-books:
Rewrite a classic fairy tale by telling it backwards. The end is now the beginning.
Once upon a time there was a princess who loved so deeply that her heart was worn constantly on her sleeve. She fell in love with a prince, and the next year, her father allowed them to be wed- he remembered his own wife every day, and wished his daughter to be as happy as he had been.
The day of the wedding came, and the girl walked down the aisle in a dress of gentle silver. The Prince took her hand and smiled, and leant in to kiss her.
For luck, he would later say. A kiss for luck, a smile for joy, a laugh for a happy ending. It was a saying his own family had had for years, but it was a saying that failed him.
For the second his lips touched hers, she fell to the floor with a sigh.
Not dead they healers told the prince. not dead but sleeping, not dead but unable to wake.
The prince- so ashamed, so in fear of his life and hers- stole her away from the castle that night, away from her father and her people, so they would never have to watch her waste away.
He hid her in a forest, in a casket of diamond and ice, and he waited. Waited, for he did not even know where to start. He did not even know if the hope for her waking had a point.
He was there for two days when they found him. Seven short folk, small men with beards and axes in their hands, and harsh smiles on their faces.
We can help you they said to him, the six cackling behind the speaker. But, prince, it will come at a price.
I would pay anything. He vowed. Only later, realising he should have asked what it would be.
The Seven disappeared and left him on his own. Alone, other than the silent not-dead princess at his side.
When they returned there was an eighth with them- an old frail woman with a basket in her hands.
We will wake her she said, pulling out an apple and throwing it in their air but you will never look at her, talk to her again, and she will work in the mines with my dwarves here.
He wanted to say no. But knowing she was alive, even out of reach, was better than sleep and near death.
so yes he said. Help her.
The old woman smiled and picked out a knife, cutting the apple into small parts. One, she handed to the prince, the other, she took over to the casket, and opening it, she placed it on the princess’ lips.
A gasp, a flash of her eyes opening, and the prince knew nothing more.
***
The princess woke in a place she did not know, surrounded by people she did not know. An old woman and short men- and her prince, asleep on the ground.
He is not dead the old woman said only sleeping. But around you, he will never wake. He saved you but cursed you both- and now your life is tied to my mines.
The princess tried to fight, to leave.
But the old woman had magic and she did not, and the dwarves were all she knew for many years. Sometimes as friends, sometimes as enemies, often arguing but always allies, they worked side by sides in the underground mines, looking for fairydust and rubies, magic and gold.
They taught her the songs of work and the songs of marches, and soon she forgot that she had even been a princess.
One evening she was walking back to their home alone, when she heard a noise to her left. She looked, expecting a rabbit, a bird, but out stepped a man with a bow in his hands.
You shouldn’t be out in the woods alone he said to her.
This is my home.
Trees are no home for anyone. She wondered if she should tell him of the many people hidden in the forest, each with no where else to go come with me.
Why?
Because I have a place you can go.
She should have said no- but what was there for her in the trees and the mine? So she took his hand and he led her out into the bright daylight, through winding roads intil they arrived at a castle she did not know.
where are we? she asked.
The Huntsman smiled my home, and the home of my queen.
He led her in through the doors, up to a room where a woman was sat on a throne. The woman stood as she saw the princess, staring at her in wide eyed shock.
You look just like her the queen whispered.
Once, the Huntsman said quietly, seeing the question in the princess’ eyes my queen had a child. A daughter who should have been your age. But she was stolen away by the man my queen loved.
You-
I’m not her the princess said- but she had never known her mother. Only her father and an empty throne at his side.
No. the queen said, her tone one of disbelief. But I am in need of an heir, and you in need of care. Stay here a while, and let us see.
If you’re adopted internationally into the United States, BY adoption LAWS you’re legally a citizen, but you still have to apply for documentation and if it’s not done by the age of 18 you have to pay over $500 and get a judge to reopen your adoption case.
Even More Fun Fact: No one actually tells adoptive families, this so many find out after they’re 18 when their kid needs to get a passport, wants to apply for financial aid, get certain jobs, vote or some other shit that requires proof of citizenship and now it’s too late because they’re 18 or over.
AND EVEN MORE FUN FACT! You can sometimes even be deported because you can be considered foreign-born, non-citizens!
Oh and they won’t accept adoption papers or a birth certificate as proof.
Do it now! Seriously. Even if you think you are safe. Do it.
Many people are finding that even a birth certificate is not valid proof anymore. Texas birth certificates are notorious. So notorious that I have 3 friends who can’t use them to get passports! Don’t think everything is hunky dory. You must nail down your citizenship.
Plus the cost for your citizenship certificate is almost doubling this fall.
R. Eric Thomas - I love so many things about this #NoBillNoBreak…
My favorite: “He is the human personification of the expression ‘You tried it.’”
(via jasmined)
“He doesn’t have the range” is so brutal in its dismissiveness.
(via whatblogidonthaveablog)
I don’t understand why High School Musical 4 is going to get an entire new cast when all they had to do was set it at Chad and Ryan’s wedding
Sharpay - mellowed out some with age, still struggling to make it big, chronically single - insists she’s happy for Ryan but quickly devolves into her obligatory show-stopper about how she’s sick of waiting to meet someone who’s right for her. (Mostly the song entails Sharpay singing her ridiculously long laundry list of requirements while trying on bedazzled wedding dresses.)
There’s a running gag that Troy is supersupersuper late for the wedding. We may or may not ever actually see him, since Zac Efron didn’t even come to the damn ten year reunion and is apparently a huge party pooper. What we do see is Gabriella on the phone with him every fifteen minutes or so, urging him to hurry up. Eventually she decides that he’s obviously stuck in traffic because he doesn’t care about their friends enough and wonders if she should break up with him. Cue the obligatory once-a-movie Gabriella Is Sad song.
Taylor and Chad are SUPER amicable exes and she’s organizing the entire wedding with an iron fist. Chad and Ryan didn’t have to do anything. Kelsey is on piano. Zeke is baking their cake, obvs.
Troy is SUPPOSED TO BE Chad’s best man, but again, he’s supersupersuper late. At one point while Gabriella’s on the phone with him, Chad runs up behind her and yells “DUDE. GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME” into the phone.
Sharpay elbows someone in the face to catch the bouquet when it gets thrown. Like, violently. It’s played for laughs, of course, but we all know that Kelsey/Jason/whoever should probably be in the hospital.
Assuming they can lock down Zefron, the movie will inevitably end up being about them. Troy proposed during the damn reception. Gabriella cries. Taylor and Kelsey are screaming. Sharpay is immediately trying to become Gabriella’s best friend and call dibs on being her maid of honor. Ryan looks affronted at this hijacking but nobody notices.
tHE FUCKING WEDDING COLORS ARE WHITE AND RED JUST SO CHAD CAN SCREAM “WILDCATS” AS SOON AS HE’S DONE BEING PRONOUNCED RYAN’S LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND
Sharpay and Zeke reconnect after that moment at the of HSM1 where they were a thing for like 10 seconds. Sharpay Learns a Valuable Lesson about how maybe you don’t need a guy who’s perfectly perfect in every way when you’ve got once who’s a total sweetheart and can bake like a mofo.
Ryan brings some girl he knows from Broadway who’s like his best dancer or something. She spends the entire wedding flirting with Kelsey and making her all flustered. Everyone is trying to get them together.
It ends with an elaborate musical number at the reception. Possibly there’s a self-aware joke about how Ryan emailed everyone the choreography for it months ago, so they all better know it by now. It probably turns into a reprise of We’re All In This Together and then I cry into my popcorn for 6 hours
~the end~
HOW DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES ARE Y'ALL SERIOUS
Yes I do! It’s a very ridiculous reference to the fact that Enjolras and Grantaire are compared to Achilles and Patroclus a couple times in the Brick, because…um, I’m a Latin student from a house full of English/Classics people and that does stuff to ya.
You get…something! I dunno what, limitations of the internet, but like hit me up and I’ll write you a ficlet or something. I’ll tell you what you definitely do get, though, and that’s a fucking high five for joining me in my nerdiness.
Also I hope the fact that you came and hit me up with this message means you liked the fic.
Honestly this drive to make tv shows darker each season is so annoying if I wanted to feel sick to my stomach for hours I would watch the news not my favourite tv program
Oh my God I could snarl about this trend for HOURS, okay, like, listen, just LISTEN, if your TV show is 100% non-stop hardcore tragedy, and you just ante up at the end of every season, that loses its appeal, okay (SPN, I am looking AT YOU, you had potential, I have mentally rewritten everything past Season 3 to my satisfaction, I wrote AN ENTIRE GODDAMN NOVEL as a result of how angry I was, that’s how hardcore I am; SPN is gonna be my negative example here and I’m just not even sorry, that’s what fucking HAPPENS).
Because the reason tragedy is TRAGIC is because it’s not the fucking status quo, okay, like, that’s how this works. If every other episode is someone dying or abandoning their morals or fighting with someone they claim to love (GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING WINCHESTERS, OKAY, IF YOUR WHOLE PLOT IS GOING TO BE ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD DIE FOR YOUR BROTHER, I EXPECT YOU TO ACT LIKE IT, JESUS GOD), then that’s not interesting anymore, and furthermore it’s not sustainable. Sooner or later something gives out and here’s the thing, HERE IS THE THING, it’s always, always the character. Not in, like, some emotional ‘poor fragile baby’ way, I mean in the hard and fast writing-a-believable-character way. After a certain point, that shit falls flat. If your character’s ONLY defining trait is how miserable they always are, and how much they want out of their life, and how tired they are of their life, that is a one-note character, that is a caricature, and you have officially lost my interest. Your characters have to carry the show, okay, and that means that they have to be complete, dynamic people at all times, and THAT means that, even if it is Tragedy Train Central, they can’t just fucking mope about it okay.
AND AS LONG AS WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, anteing up at the end of every season, raising the stakes…um, that’s an expiration-date sort of thing. That’s not sustainable in the long-term. That’s how you get into trouble. Because sooner or later, you will have ante’d up past the point of rationality (*cough* SPN) and you will have really fucked up any perspective on what your character actually cares about (also see “Winchesters comma The”). Like, all right, y’all, look, if you’re going to ante up every season, bring in a bigger threat, then you need to PACE YOURSELF. Do NOT just go straight for “Literally the biggest bad in the universe,” do not just pit your characters against the Apocalypse and avert it outright and then just come back the next season with ANOTHER Apocalypse. (There are times where ‘multiple Apocalypses’ can become a running joke, see: Buffy, but you gotta spotlight that shit and have your characters be blase about it, okay, if you’ve done three possible Apocalypses in a year, your characters have to treat this like just another day at work.) Because you know what, after the fifth time I’m promised A Real Actual Facts Biblical Apocalypse that everyone is so worried about, I am going to be expecting that you shit or get off the pot. Give me your goddamn rain of fire or S T O P. Similarly, if you make something a huge plot point for a season or two, like one of your characters being Not What We Thought (Sam Winchester), or being Possibly Corrupted By Evil (Sam, and then Dean, and then Sam, and then Dean, and then Cas, and then I stopped watching), you need to CARRY THROUGH. The thing I’m specifically thinking of here is the Sam thing in the first couple seasons, the whole “well he’s a hunter but also demon blood” thing that they devoted two seasons to. Like. You can set that up, totally, I set up a novel on that premise so I’m not going to judge, but then you need to stick to your guns. It’s a risky move, plot-wise, because it explicitly aligns a protagonist with the Dark Side, as it were. It’s Plot Russian Roulette. But then you have to pull the trigger. You can’t flinch and drop that plot point once you’ve put a lot of time and effort into it. Because once you drop THAT alignment with the Dark Side, you’re going to feel compelled to ante up (see above) and that will get out of hand and your characters will suddenly need to ante up from SATAN, literal goddamn SATAN, and like I’m sorry but that…that’s just fucking embarrassing.
TL;DR: I have a chip on my shoulder the size of Mount Rushmore, tragedy is only interesting if it’s unusual, characters are only interesting if they’re not one-note, and go ahead and play Plot Roulette, but don’t flinch when you pull the trigger. And SPN flunked all of these criteria, thus the chip.
JACK’S HANDS ARE SO BIG AND BITTY’S HANDS ARE SO SMALL
!!!!!!!!!!
I should have done work today.
Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.
The Presbyterian church by my apartment has two signs out that make me very happy. One is a rainbow sign that says “affirming all god’s children since 18(whatever year)” and the other says “to all our Muslim neighbors, blessed Ramadan”. And I’m like LOOK AT THAT. REAL CHRISTIANS.
Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.
Are you gonna survive?
My dad, Charlie Sheen and a gigantic firebreathing monster woman
My husband, the girl from Underworld, and a chicken….
My coworker, Guy Fieri, and nightcrawler.
My ex husband, Dean Winchester, Jared Padalecki. Huh. I’ll be ok.
Mom, Christy Plunkett and Loki. Uuh well I sure hope we can count on Loki to save us lol
My best friend, the Irish pirate queen Grace O’Malley, and Loki. Sounds good to me!
Instead of the last show I watched I’m going with videogames because I haven’t watched TV properly in 5 months and I don’t remember what I watched…
3 of my best friends [group chat!], Commander Shepard and Odin’s raven……..
I’d say I’m gonna me alright ^^My sister, Daredevil, and Leonard “Bones” McCoy.
Someone I know, a fighter with great hearing, and a doctor
I think I’ll be fine
Adler, Michael Weston of Burn Notice, and a tiny angry bird. Disregarding the bird: a linguist and excellent administrator/negotiator, a professional spy/killer, and myself, a trained EMT and pre-med student who can build a bomb with household chemicals.
I think we’ll be okay.
Then the Council has made a stupid-ass decision, but they’re the ones who’ll be paying for the property damage so I guess they have the right to. >>
“Uh no I’m leaving the Order, the war’s over, I’m not–” Anakin attempts, except suddenly there is a cranky and untenable nine year-old in his apartment and Anakin realizes that at some point he has been tagged as the Problem Padawan Whisperer, oh no.
Welp, time to do the logical thing and make sure the Council regrets ever letting them meet each other, then.
“Hey, kid, what are your feelings on pod-racing?”
Initiate Solo has NEVER perked up so much at something a master said.
WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.
Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.
If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.
Goddamn it, it’s back.
If it stays back, I might manage to finish a third story this year. Jesus.
I swear, this is now my only writing motivation.
BACK AGAIN??? Sigh.
Okay, sorry if anyone gets sick of this, but it’s the best way for me to get myself to write.
do you ever wonder what people say about you behind your back but like in a good way? like what are the #reviews
new ask meme: send me these #reviews 👀
- Why stop at capitalism? Destroy everything.
- Guys it’s been three weeks since I’ve eaten a vegetable
- At least we have memes to dull the pain of existence
- An AP student: Oh my god I thought seven was less than six
- (while filling the cap of their water bottle with water) SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS
- friend one: If all your friends jumped off a bridge wou-
friend two: probably- I’M GONNA GO HOME AND DRINK A WHOLE GLASS OF WEED
- If cows ruled the world would they drink human milk?
- student: my calculator is broken
teacher: your calculator isn’t broken, you’re broken- no actually I think you have to be of age to be considered a cougar
- (during math class on the second floor) student 1: so like how far do you think the distance is from that window to the ground?
student 2: enough- teacher: has anyone ever been to New Orleans?
Student: does Popeyes count?- my word count on this paper isn’t very high but I certainly am
- we’re in adult limbo. I’m not a teen and I’m not an adult. I’M SUFFERING, THAT’S WHAT I AM!
- Look at my… (swings leg up to show shorts) not pants
An AU with Rey as part of the First Order, based on this photoset by the immensely talented @greyjoyss. In case you were curious, this is why I ask for short prompts, because this is SUPER LONG and got WILDLY OUT OF HAND. Crossposted to my AO3 here.
She isn’t a Skywalker—or maybe she is. She can’t remember, so does it matter? She is herself.
Her mothers scream when she’s born. Her human mother screams in effort and pain. The other screams in ecstasy, and somewhere in the galaxy the last Jedi’s flesh-and-blood hand shakes as the Force writhes with the birth of a new sun. To the eyes of the minimally Force-sensitive nurse, the baby girl is wreathed in starlight, her wide and tearless eyes wandering over things unseen.
Friendly reminder that I wrote this and I’m exceptionally smug about it, y’all.
I just saw an AU gifset that used the AOU “language!” joke in all seriousness and like
guys
Steve Rogers curses worse than a sailor, he can strip the paint off a ship’s hull and you know why? he was in the ARMY
he’s great at holding it in but trust me, that kid is mentally saying FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR BULLSHIT SUCK MY STAR SPANGLED DICK at Pierce, at Ross, at the Red Skull, literally everyone
1. Do not start with the thank you.
2. Start with any other sentence. If you first say, “Thank you for the nice sweater,” you can’t imagine what to write next. Say, “It was so wonderful to come home from school to find this nice sweater. Thank you for thinking of me on Arbor Day.”
3. Then you’re done.
I recommend learning how to write a very good thank-you note. A child who can write a nice thank-you note can turn into a cocaine dealer five years later and be remembered as the child who wrote nice thank-you notes.
Is it the s or c silent in scenario?
The word “scenario” is related to the Latin word “scena” which means “scene,” but in Latin the “c” made the [k] sound. Over time, the [k] sound was dropped but Latin based words retained their “sc” spelling. So, technically the “c” is silent and the “s” is not. It is still included even though we don’t say it. This happens a lot in English where the pronunciation of older words have changed, but the spelling has remained relatively the same. Now, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Have a nice day.
I’m not even going to lie, I judge people, and I judge them hard. if I see a person with some wacky ass clothes on or a girl wearing bright blue eyeshadow up to her super thin arched sharpie looking eyebrows ya I’m judging them because I personally don’t agree with their choices, but I keep my mouth shut and keep my damn opinions to myself because I’m not a piece a shit who wants to put others down. it’s perfectly okay to not agree with someones choices, but there is absolutely no reason for you to tell them that you think what they’re doing is wrong or to tell them that you don’t like how they look or dress or act. THERE IS NO FUCKING REASON FOR IT. stop talking shit and then defending yourself by saying “oh well i’m just stating my opinions!!! freedom of speech!!!!” you’re not just innocently stating your opinions, you’re being a jerk.
Somewhere in the Leverage universe, there is a conspiracy theorist trying to prove that a certain minor league baseball player, a Canadian hockey player, and an American country music singer are all the same person. They have a file with various news printouts, and keep trying to upload them to a website, but every time they do, the site mysteriously crashes, threads go missing on discussion boards, and all electronic records of this man have simply vanished.
Three years later a man comes to Portland and settles down in this brewery, cuz somebody said it wasn’t a half-bad place to get food. And then he sees the chef.
Turns out he’s a half-decent researcher and very good at finding people who desperately need help, and he eventually gets hired as a “marketing associate” for the pub.
The order’s wrong. He gets a job offer from Leverage International, that’s why he goes to Portland in the first place.
He doesn’t understand why they picked a brewpub for the interview (and what the hell is up with the house beer? Weird name, weirder flavor, but the server just smiles and says it’s an acquired taste and he may want to start acquiring it…), until the chef is his second interview of three.
“I wasn’t even looking for a job,” Bobby said, checking to make sure his charging cords were all secure in the flap of the laptop carry-on case as they pulled up to the airport drop-off zone. “I’m still not sure it’s not a scam.”
“Lot of effort to go to for a scam,” his sister pointed out, deftly flinging the car across three lanes to try and get a good spot at the curb.
“I mean I guess even if it is a scam they paid for my flight out to Portland. I hear it’s a nice town.”
THIS IS FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC AND I WANT TO READ MORE!!!
Black lesbians are beautiful.
Black lesbians are brave.
Black lesbians matter.
Black lesbians deserve long and happy lives.
Black lesbians deserve better.
So much better.
The way we perceive time and history is so weird
I get so tripped out when I think about how Cleopatra lived closer tot he iPhone being invented than she did to the Great Pyramids being built. Or how Stonehenge would have already been ruins when Jesus walked the earth or how Oxford University is older than the Aztec Empire or how Anne Frank and MLK were born in the same year like man this it’s all so crazythis fucked me up
Every time there’s a mass shooting people climb all over themselves screaming “HOW DARE YOU POLITICIZE THIS TRAGEDY? THE VICTIMS WOULDN’T WANT THIS.”
So this is my official declaration that if I’m ever the victim of some asshole’s gun fetish, PLEASE POLITICIZE THAT TO IMPROVE GUN LAWS.
“Are you really going to vote for Clinton just because she isn’t Trump?”
Yes? I would literally elect Chef Boyardee because he isn’t Trump.
My dear Americans:
When we here in Canada had our last election, we made a massive effort to vote strategically. There were even groups here who (since we don’t elect our PM directly but rather elect a ruling party) were literally going around making sure everyone knew who in their voting area was most likely to beat the Conservative candidate so that we WOULD NOT GET HARPER.
At the time I explained at length to many people how at that point, @tkingfisher‘s beagle Gir would make a better PM than Harper. Then I paused and thought, “hey, she lost a dog … relatively recently? In the last year? Was that the beagle? I can’t remember. … anyway it doesn’t matter, because her beagle would make a better PM than Harper even if said beagle were dead.”
You, my dear Americans, are now in this same position. Gir, all by himself with no advisors, would still make a better President than that POS, even if he were dead (the beagle, not that jerk; I am not sure that life or lack thereof would make much difference to that jerk’s presidency).
You are not voting for anyone at this point. You are voting against Trump.
Do not be a fucking moron and end up with Trump because you didn’t vote against him. Because Gir, even if dead, would make a better president. Do not mistake politics for a lifelong statement on your values. You will not benefit anyone or make any kind of statement by doing something that makes that piece of crap more likely to get elected, and every vote not cast for his best competition (that is, the person most likely to beat him, whoever they are!) is something that makes his election more likely.
Do not do this, my darling Americans.
Ideals are great. But so is long-term strategic thinking, and all of you young Americans reading me have many many years left of voting and doing your best to bring change and improvement to your country … unless you are foolish enough to let that jerk win.
In which case we all lose.
So please don’t be fucking stupid. Whoever the not-Trump nominee is, vote for them. Even if you don’t like them. Because you are not voting for whoever that is; you are voting against That Jerk.
Okay? Okay.
^^^^^ SERIOUSLY
I’ve hear some people (relatively well-educated people, too) say that they’d vote Trump over Hillary because they actually think she’d be worse.
Let me explain something, hun. Clinton might not be the world’s most model candidate, but she has decades of policy experience and is intelligent and educated. Her main problems are some unfortunate past decisions (which any politician of her tenure will have), and that she seems to lack some charisma.
El Trumpador, on the other hand, is a deeply unsuccessful and dishonest businessman who makes lewd comments about women– including his own daughters– and is overtly racist. Are you fucking kidding me? The man can’t even handle a hotel chain; how the hell do you expect him to handle the most overpowered country on the planet? Would you be able to sleep at night if you knew that if something happened, that bleached baboon’s ass would the the one in the situation room? That’s not to mention the bigotry! Please take the election seriously.@ people who think Hillary is somehow worse than Trump: stop being deluded. Hillary may be not the ideal presidential candidate and she may touch all of your alarm buttons but /please/, if you can’t see the difference between her and the orange creep, I don’t have a lot to say to you. Vote strategically. If Bernie doesn’t become the democratic candidate, please use your common sense and vote for Hillary. Voting for Hillary =/ compromising your progressive beliefs. It means saving your country from the disaster that would be president Trump.
Yeah, like…I legitimately loathe Hillary. I think she’s horrible and have for years. I can’t stand her as a person, or as a politician and in most elections I would have a similar reaction of my chosen candidate being ‘not Hillary’ whoever that may be….but in this election that’s not the case. You can’t even begin to compare her and Trump, so much as she disgusts me, I’ll have to vote for her if it comes to that.
Today has not been a good day so I’m not at my usual optimist level, but tbh if it’s that hard for /me/ to stomach voting for Hillary? I can’t imagine that she’d actually win if it came down to her and Trump, because I hate him an extreme amount and for people who don’t, he’s probably gonna seem far more palatable than her.
For me…
ADHD is sitting in the dining hall with my friends and being able to tune into every other conversation besides the one at my own table.
ADHD is having a thought, opening my phone to follow through with it, and completely blanking on why my phone is now unlocked.
ADHD is procrastinating a 10+ page paper because something tells me I just can’t work on it right now, or I have way more time and there’s no reason to do it.
ADHD is making too many ridiculous connections in my head, then losing the conversation because I just went on such a different train of thought.
ADHD is being able to invest myself in 4 hours of tv/movies but not being able to sit down and do 5 minutes of necessary paperwork.
killing fan favorite characters for shock value will never, ever be a stroke of writer’s room genius
don’t let tumblr make you believe that you have to have:
-a dollar to your name
-an acre of land
-a troop to command
-a dollop of fame
it’s okay if all you have is:
-your honor
-a tolerance for pain
-a couple of college credits
-your top notch brain