Hey, I know this is super petty but I’m having a really rough day mentally and I was wondering if you could just reblog this with one (1) thing that you think is worth living for. I don’t care how trivial or whatever that you might think it is. I want to go through them all and read them because I need to read something positive tonight. Thanks, guys
The way the sun feels on your face in mid summer.
tfw you’re enjoying the perfect tea, and the dog invites himself for a cuddle on your lap
The crackle in the air right before a thunderstorm breaks, when it feels like you could just step off the edge of the world and fly.
i appreciate when characters on tv speak their native or mother language with eachother and there are subtitles in english, rather than pretending that everybody in the world speaks accented fucking english
I swear it’s like all f/f ships are like knowing you are boarding the titanic.
The Titanic had a 38% survival rate, wlw on television score a whopping 16% survival rate (calculated from theselinks). Yeah. The Titanic is safer compared to the gauntlet wlw characters run on television.
damn u right
And yet none of these writers seem to be learning from their mistakes or even realising that this is a problem
OK though serious time now. (ps. the word poisonous was used ironically)
Here are a few points I would like to make.
A snake does not see humans as a source of food. There are only 4 species of snake (out of around 3000 species.) That could be considered large enough to even consider eating a human… And even the big boys would much rather avoid humans than eat them. So, putting this into perspective, most snakes you are likely to encounter have no interest in biting you… because you are not a food source…
Snakes are not malicious. Contrary to popular belief a snake does not crawl around in the grass looking for humans to bite.. What they do want is to find a nice sunny spot to bask, a secure place to hide, maybe find a nice snake mate and a few rodents to eat… Oh what? no humans in that list? No…we humans are actually not the centre of the universe! Wild snakes want nothing to do with us and essentially all they want is to survive like every other animal…Unfortunately because humans believe we are indeed the centre of the universe we have built our homes on top of the snakes habitats and created areas where their food sources thrive so snake/human conflicts happen more…. Not the snakes fault.
A Snake does not have any arms or legs... Now this may seem like an obvious one. But..I feel like it needs to be stated here. When you come tramping along and tread on them. Or when you corner a snake or try to kill it..shrieking at it about how “terrifying” it is….It has only one defense. It’s mouth. And of course its going to try to defend itself if it thinks its life is threatened. You know the best way to avoid a snake bite? Don't interfere with the snake. Give it a wide berth. leave it alone and it will do the same because… if you remember from above.. They really don’t want anything to do with us…
It is YOURdutyto educate yourself about any potentially dangerous snakes in your area. Why don’t they teach this stuff to people schools ffs . If there is a snake in your shed, garage or home… If you can’t ID it or If you suspect it is venomous. Don’t touch it. Call a professional. If you are 100% sure the snake is non-venomous depending on its size and your confidence you can drop a large towel or sheet over it and scoop it up and remove it or for a less hands on approach you can coax it into a large bin turned on it’s side. The snake will have a hard time crawling up the smooth sides of a plastic when you flip the bin upright so you can safely remove it.
So.. to end that chapter. Snakes are not evil and out to get you. There life is worth just as much as any other animal and in fact snakes are an extremely valuable part of the ecosystem and also valuable to us!
If snakes were eliminated rodent populations would explode to such a level that food security would be a serious issue… Rodents can have a huge impact on crop yield and without snakes there numbers can get out of control. This means farmers have to drives up the cost of food…Lets not forget rodents also spread disease.
Speaking of disease… Snakes are helping us cure them! It’s true. There are compounds isolated from black mamba venom that could provide a painkiller more effective that morphine without the side effects [x]. Venom is also a promising canditate for cancer treatments [x] and new antimicrobials,[x] which the world is seriously desperate for…. That is just a few examples. There are loads of ways that snake venom is being used in medicine right now.
So please REBLOG and spread this info… If anyone wants to message me to know more about snakes that’s fine! Me and I’m sure a lot of the reptile community love to talk about our animals and I would love to change a few peoples minds about these misunderstood creatures. I will not call you an idiot. I will have a civil conversation with you about it.
But not me or any one else in this community will be able to remain civil if you post a picture of a snake you have killed and brag about what a hero you are…..
There is NO REASON to kill snakes. They are living creatures which are a vital part of the ecosystem, important to agriculture and they are saving lives.
They deserve our respect.
Even more important is that 80-90% of the people who are bitten by venomous snakes were trying to kill the snake. Trying to kill a venomous snake does not keep you or others safe from the snake; it turns a very mildly dangerous situation (for example seeing a bear from very far away) into a MUCH more dangerous situation (running up to the bear and trying to kill it; of course it’s going to fight back). If you see it in nature leave it alone; if it’s somewhere in your shed or house then call someone trained in snake removal.
People keep saying, “what if men did what you did to ghostbusters but the other way around!!!!!” but 1) You can’t. There isn’t one major blockbuster from the past 30 years with enough girls to do that with, and 2) Don’t assume that I wouldn’t completely support an all male cheetah girls reboot
Officially hit 13 hours (it’s after midnight in D.C. right now)
Started with just 7 Senators head by Sen. Chris Murphy from Connecticut, now it’s grown to 40 from varying states
They’ve hit topics all over the place: the need for the Equality bill to pass (which would protect the LGBTQIA community from being fired at work and other equality laws to protect us), the call for religious tolerance involving the Muslim community, how the incident with Matthew Shepard affected the LGBTQIA community, etc.
But the main topic has been how unbelievable it is that people on the no fly list can’t get on a plane, but they can still legally buy guns at a gun show or on online venues, such as Facebook and Instagram
Some standout speeches (that I’ve personally seen) include those by Sens. Tammy Baldwin, Cory Booker, Mazie Hirono, Brian Schatz, Sherrod Brown, Bob Menendez, and Angus King
Each speaking Senator has explicitly called out Republicans for accepting money from the NRA and doing “absolutely nothing” to help their constituents
Sen. Brown basically called them cowards for deferring to them when confronted with decisions on gun control (it was fucking awesome)
Sen. Murphy asked why Republican Senators even signed up to be Senators if they’re just going to ignore the slaughter of people they’re supposed to protect (again, fucking awesome)
Every mass shooting we’ve had has been talked about in depth, including Orlando and its impact on the LGBTQIA and the Latino communities alike
There’s so much more that I know I’ve missed, but I’ve been watching for like 7 hours now and it’s all running together
one of my favorite tropes is when your group of main characters has been split up for questioning and they’re all answering the same questions in a neatly-spliced montage
Nothing is going to change. Americans love their guns more than they love people and after Sandy Hook we decided that killing over 20 children was acceptable and not outrageous enough to make reasonable restrictions on guns. This is America, a country that has been around for 200 years, a superpower, a 1st world nation, and one of the wealthiest countries on the planet and we refuse to protect our own people. We respect guns more than we respect the lives of people.
What specific gun control measures would you propose and how would they directly and effectively make society safer?
Absolutely get rid of all AR-15′s and the like.
Intense background and criminal background checks and anything violent automatically disqualifies you.
Make getting a gun/gun permit more like getting a driver’s license:
permit to learn
includes an exam with 18 or more questions on the policies, laws, and etc of guns and gun ownership
if you get more than 8 questions incorrect you must retake it.
30 hours of practical experience at a gun range with a licensed teacher
Must take a 5 hour class on the dangers of guns and how to use them safely which will then yield you a certificate that grants you to take the practical exam and lasts for one year. If you don’t gain the license within the allotted year you must retake the class.
A practical exam with a licensed instructor who will grade you on various skills. If you pass you may be granted a permit on the weapon of your choice, the exams may differ on the type of firearm you want.
Follow the Japanese model where you must have two gun safes in different areas of the house, one to store the gun and one to store the bullets and you must provide the police with information on where those safes are.
No concealed carry and only handguns may be allowed to be out in public.
If transporting a weapon, it must be in the trunk of the vehicle, in a bag or some other case, safety on and unloaded and may not leave the vehicle until you are at the destination.
If you’re a hunter or some other gun hobbyist that requires a functional weapon other than a handgun then the gun must stay on the premises, whether that is a gun range or the Fish and Wildlife facility.
If you live in a rural area where police (and people, for that matter) are few and far between, something akin to a deer hunting rifle should provide plenty of protection from predators and poachers, you still have to follow the aforementioned steps.
This doesn’t cover everything but I think it’s a good place to start.
Can you show me evidence that this would directly and effectively create a safer society?
I have never laughed so hard at a gun law post. Like seriously, the evidence is in fucking reality. The proposed restrictions are just fucking logic.
i just want each of you who is scared and isolated right now to know that you are so loved. you are so extremely loved and supported even if you feel like you’re the only lgbt kid in your small town, or you don’t see a way ever out of the closet, especially now. you are precious and important and loved and if nothing else, you’ll always have someone to talk to. stay safe and stay strong, and know you are loved.
The reincarnation fic every Les Mis author writes eventually. This has been chilling in a random document for, like, literally months. Completely finished, mind. So. Here. *offers to Internet*
Reblogging for the “why were you posting fanfic at one in the morning Moran” crowd.
OH MY GOD YOU LIKE MIRACULOUS LADYBUG TOO I AM SO EXCITED THERE'S ANOTHER ONE EEEEE I COULDN'T EVEN RESIST NOT REBLOGGING A TON OF IT, THE FLOODGATES WERE OPENED AND I AM PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN
Oh my God people have like come out of the woodwork to yell with me, I should have given in and started reblogging shit months ago. YES Miraculous Ladybug is FANTASTIC, to be honest I’m not up to date because I didn’t have time during the second semester of school so I’ve only seen like the first dozen or so episodes, but IT IS AMAZING. I have NO REGRETS about this show.
Actually, come to think of it, I have a ML prompt waiting in my document, I should write that.
Also, PSA, now that I’ve started reblogging Miraculous Ladybug stuff…buckle up because I know three blogs with meticulous tagging systems and a host of ML posts and two of them are open right now. Brace yourselves.
Also the shattering realization that a lot of the adults your respected as beacons of wisdom and authority back in your childhood was also basically winging it
here is an idea: normalise the idea that adopting kids is a valid option even for parents who could conceive a child themselves, and not just an inferior backup option for parents who can’t
Yesterday one of the girls in the unit who’s about my age was complaining about her period and expressing a wish for the doctors nearby to “Just take me down to the OR real quick and give me a hysterectomy.”
Immediately half the nurses (all mothers mind you) start telling her about how she’s gonna regret it and she doesn’t know yet if she really doesn’t want kids, blah blah blah.
Anyways, I was walking past so I said, “You know what, you do what you want. If you want end up wanting kids later go adopt some, we’ve got plenty that get left behind on the second floor [our labor and delivery unit].”
All the older nurses shut down so fast and the girl I was talking to suddenly threw up her hands and me and said, “See??? That’s what I mean! THANK YOU.”
NORMALIZE THIS SHIT!! WE REALLY DO HAVE WOMEN COME INTO L&D TO HAVE A BABY AND THEN JUST LEAVE IT HERE AND TAKE OFF.
ADOPT!!!
Also, don’t ask the parents of adopted children if they had fertility problems. That shit is personal. My sister adopted her son and when asked if she is infertile, she likes to ask them what position their children were conceived with, because that’s on the same level of appropriateness.
Like, some people really DO want to experience pregnancy on their own, but that’s not the only way to be a parent? On the other hand, some people want kids but DON’T want to be pregnant themselves. Adoption is awesome. Birthing a baby is awesome. Hiring a surrogate is awesome. Stop judging parental options, as long as the kids are safe and well taken care of!
She didn’t trust Frank one iota. as far as she knows, he just shot at her, just murdered the District Attorney, just let his stray bullets fly where they may. one of these bullets his Foggy–her friend, now laid up in the hospital.
So what does this mean about his words to her earlier: “you were safe, i needed you to know.” but Foggy wasn’t safe? Foggy got shot. Foggy never did anything wrong. So is Frank a lie? Is he full of shit? Is he here, in her apartment to finish the job he started all that time ago, with Grotto? Has her faith been misplaced AGAIN?
So she’s terrified and alone in an apartment with a #confirmed, admitted mass murderer who just knocked out the two cops assigned to protect her. the only thing between them is her guts and her .380. He could disarm her in a second, have her gun leveled at her and pull the trigger before she registered his movement.
And then all of a sudden guns are going off. Bullets are whizzing past her ear, exploding the drywall of her apartment. Her first absurd thought is “well there goes my security deposit” and then she thinks maybe this is it. Guns are going off and this brick wall of a man is lunging at her, the Punisher come back to bring her what she’s due for her brother, for Wesley, for Ben, for…
But instead she feels his arms around her, his shoulders curl around her body. He tucks her head neatly in just under his chin. There’s not a sliver of her exposed to the window–because all of him is. And in that moment, she KNOWS that it wasn’t him at the DA’s office. Knows he’s been framed. Because he just showed that he would literally take a bullet for her. He didn’t leave when she got too tough to handle, when she got inconvenient, when something more interesting came along.
The reincarnation fic every Les Mis author writes eventually. This has been chilling in a random document for, like, literally months. Completely finished, mind. So. Here. *offers to Internet*
Okay so, I know that in military culture, those in combat trade cigarettes and candy and bits from their MRE’s between each other.
So tell me, what do the clones trade do they pick up little things from the planets they visit? A pretty rock, a funny shaped nut pod? Do they trade ammo, or personalized boot knives or hand held blasters?
What do the clones use as a bartering system?
Yes hello, as someone who spent nearly all of my adult life in the military let me be the first to tell you that we didn’t borrow or trade stuff…we stole it. Mostly from other battalions, like you wouldn’t believe the rivalry. And this was done blatantly as a fuck you to the other units.
Seriously. My company had this huge rivalry with the transportation unit cause they were a bunch of lazy fuck offs and were never around when needed, so one night we snuck into their company area and stole all their toilet paper and printer paper, and drew a giant dick in the sand where they did pt
THEY. WERE. PISSED. You’ve never seen anger like that of a soldier who needs to shit because he ate the mystery meat at the dfac (dining facility) and can’t because there’s no toilet paper. It was a full fledged war from company commander to the newest private.
Listen I am all for political revolution and dismantling the two party system but I would rather attempt that on a year where using my vote for a third party might not result in the election of the antichrist.
Being a girl in this world is honestly so strange like do u know how much we miss out on because we are scared? How much of the night We don’t get to see because walking around alone is too dangerous? Do u notice the way girls walk at night, and does your heart hurt when U see them quicken their pace and lower their gaze when men walk past? Mine does
like at least when people in the 1800s went to settle things with firearms it was a mutually agreed-upon challenge with actual rules and a doctor on site to handle injuries.
………………..do you know how this would go. I THINK YOU KNOW HOW THIS WOULD GO. Our boy gets twitter because no one takes to the modern world of EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION AT ALL TIMES ON EVERYTHING like Alexander Hamilton, gobshite without compare. His handle, for those who want to fight him, is adotham because AlexanderHamilton was taken and JeffersonIsACocklesswonder is both too long and inappropriate (another aspect of modern life Alexander loves: the insults. He swears in the baroque, joyful, incomprehensible fashion of Malcolm Tucker because he is Alexander Hamilton. Bitch.)
(Bitch is not punctuation, Nick Fury will say to him later. Alexander Hamilton begs to differ. Bitch.)
Anyway. Anyway. You know how it happens: some troll tweets him. @adotham come fight me you immigrant cunt and Hamilton tweets back: name a time and place and no one ever replies.
“They wish to duel me, do they not?” he says, Macbook on his knees, head on one side: quizzical, black-eyed, gorgeous. Captain America blinks.
“Not…precisely,” he says. How does one explain the etiquette of twitter trolling? Steve doesn’t understand it himself. Hamilton, tiny and quivering with pent up energy, ready to fight the world: be it with quill, blog or gun. He’s got the most magnificent eyes and the most aristocratic nose and –
– Steve has always been confident in his sexuality. He is bi as fuck and happily involved with Bucky, Winter Soldier, World’s Most Deadly Assassin and current ambassador to Wahanda.
But my God, my God, Hamilton makes people forget that they are committed –
– almost. Almost. Anyway: he says, “I don’t think they actually want to fight you,” he says.
“But they challenged my honour,” says Hamilton, hotly.
He responds to every threat of violence thus: a demand for a time and a place. He gets increasingly frustrated. Not once does a troll respond. Eventually, they stop entirely – mainly because Hamilton learns a little of Tony’s computer prowess, tracks one down, and shows up outside his house with a pair of pistols. “Guns drawn at dawn,” he pronounces, and the chubby forty year old blinks and stutters and stammers and Hamilton grins, sharp and feral, and says, “Stop writing cheques you can’t fucking cash.”
i feel bad for teachers because i distinctly remember my mom bursting into tears once when she was grading papers and she was just mumbling “theyre so goddamn stupid” over and over
every time i read this i laugh a little harder
My teacher was grading our history tests in class once, and it was all quiet. Then suddenly she just threw down her pen and slammed her head into the desk. We all looked up, wide-eyed and confused. then she just sat up after a minute and whispers “Mexico is not in the Middle East.”
Our English teacher was so upset with our quality of work one morning that she picked up someones paper and threw it. She hadn’t crumpled it into a ball or anything, so it somehow caught the air, looped right around and hit her in the back of the head. Our eyes all bulged as we sat there trying our hardest not to burst out laughing.
Okay this probably won't shock you, but I have a request for the five headcanons thing (I thought of this on my walk back to my dorm from my internship and in my defense it's been a long day): Force-sensitive Padme AU.
Padmé gets found on Search by Tahl at like four, which is a little late but Tahl’s just like “lol whatever I was SIX” and THEN is like “would you like to be a Jedi, child? ❤” and Padmé is all “NO, I AM GOING TO BE A POLITICAL-TICIAN.” Tahl is like “omg ❤❤❤” and slightly heartbroken, but okay, fair enough.
As a result, Padmé becomes aware that she is Force-sensitive, and is vaguely aware that being Force-sensitive means people can do stuff WITH the Force. She does some light reading during playtime. Her parents are like “sweetie don’t you want to go, you know … actually PLAY?” and she is like “BUT THIS IS SO INTERESTING” and they are just all okay, alright, if you’re sure kiddo. Her sister thinks the Force is boring af but Padmé is faaaascinated. Tahl thinks she is adorable and gives her a few of her own books before she leaves. Padmé is also FIVE, and doesn’t realize that not getting proper training should preclude her from doing Force-ly things. She teaches herself to meditate because she’s vaguely aware that’s a thing that Force-sensitive people do, and then she teaches herself to lift feathers and bend spoons and throw full-sized punching bags across the gym, because she’s vaguely that THOSE things are things that Force-sensitive people do. She is not at ALL aware that Tahl never expected her to be quite so good at reading between the lines in those books she left and figuring out how to do all this shit.
Later on, Baby Padmé sends the Jedi Temple a very serious little hand-written letter addressed to “Miss Lady Jedi Tahl” about how she would like to borrow some other books, please, Miss Lady Jedi. The books she has now are VERY good books and she likes them very MUCH, but she has read them all now and she would like to learn more new things but because she has read them all she can’t learn new things. Also please accept this courtesy gift of a copy of her two favorite picture books, “The Junior Legislator’s Guide To Drafting A Peace Treaty” and “The Junior Legislator’s Guide To Firearm Use And Maintenance”, thank you very much. Tahl is SO ENAMORED and sends her PROBABLY WAY TOO MANY BOOKS, TO BE FRANK. Padmé reads them all. Repeatedly. And TAKES NOTES.
Everyone on Naboo who knows her well is politely baffled by but supportive of her interests, although they don’t let it get around that the new Queen is basically a mail-order Jedi because that would sort of defeat the purpose of having decoys. Anyway, Padmé never did get around to testing out that lightsaber design; blasters are just SO convenient. Ranged weapons are a gift and they are not a gift Padmé Amidala is going to waste, thank you very much.
Anakin was already going to be doomed, of course, but when he finds out the amazing angel he’s just met can DEFLECT BLASTER BOLTS BARE-HANDED … yeah, yeah, Anakin Skywalker is in love. He is in tiny nine year-old hero-worship love and he will NEVER EVER NOT BE, EVER, PADME PLEASE TEACH ME HOW YOU DID THAT I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO HOTWIRE A SPEEDER?? Padmé’s all “oh no Annie it’s nothing ❤” and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are like “NO, NO, IT IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING o_O”.
“it’s the morning of the tournament and I need some help
with my boards” “sure, I have a huge emergency repair kit! what do you need?”
“well I have some boards here, and these are some pictures I printed off from
the hotel printer last night” “oh my god”
You’re about to get kicked out until you can adhere to
tournament attire. Good thing I have duct tape and the rules don’t actually
specify what your tie has to look like.
I’m going neg against the most annoyingly stupid case in the
world but no one’s been able to beat it yet and when you heard I was debating
them you ran up with three separate briefs specifically written against their
case even though you’re from a different club.
You keep trying to give a full round of applause every time
they call my name during awards and everyone kind of hates you right now.
It’s the 6th round and we just went up against novices.
You’re convinced it was power matched and I’m trying to persuade you it was
power protected before you start crying on me.
I asked for a copy of your IAC in cross examination and you
handed me a double sided piece of paper in size 3 font.
I don’t recognize the team I’m about to go up against from
the postings so I’m running through the hallways desperately asking people if
they know them, where they’re from, or what case they’re running. You are the
team. Oh, awkward.
“can we run our squirrel case?” “no” “can we run a counter
plan?” “… we’re affirmative” “can we-” “NO”
You found me crying in the hallway and asked if I was
alright but I was just practicing my interp and now you’re all flustered but it
was really sweet of you to ask.
I’m doing debate plus five speeches at this tournament and
don’t have time to eat. You’re a stranger who offered me an energy bar as
I was running to my next room but now it’s two days later and I still haven’t
been able to track you down to thank you.
I was 110% sure we didn’t break so I spent the last half
hour before announcements puddle jumping in my suit in the rain but now that
I’m soaked it turns out that we made it to Quarter Finals so… oops?
You wanted to support me so you came to watch my impromptu
but all of the options were awful and my speech was less than a minute and now
I can never look you in the eye again and why would you even come watch an
impromptu?
You always use this one analogy in your debate rounds and
I’m sick and tired of it so I decide to use it first and the expression of
shock and betrayal on your face is priceless.
I totally blank in the middle of my speech and stand there
trying to remember what comes next. After about twenty seconds you say “Houston, we have a
problem”
Our judge got a phone call in the middle of the round and
stepped out to take it. Neither of us know what to do, or if we’re allowed to
talk to each other, but I guess we have unlimited prep time now?
It kills me how entitled these nerd boys get when it comes to sex like bruh, Revenge of the Nerds lied to you, the jock she likes so much isn’t an asshole, you’re just a fuckboy with no social skills and no willingness to actually see her as anything other than a human toy for your penis
And even if he is an asshole, you’re not any better, so simmer the fuck down and shut up.
^^^
But let’s be real. 99.9% of the time, he isn’t an asshole. The nerd boy whining is just a fucking jealous asshole who is overexaggerating those ‘she complains about her boyfriend’ posts those assholes do.
And lets not forget that these are the same guys who think ‘negging’ is a good idea. No charisma, no actual personality whatsoever, they have to be trained to treat women like shit because some Hot Topic reject told them its our fault they aren’t getting laid.
it gets even worse because instead of seeking blame on the “asshole” they blame the woman for being with the supposed asshole, so instead of finding hate towards a supposed abusive piece of shit they find hate towards the woman. They literaly wire themsevles to hate women in any way they can and then wonder why nobody likes them.
It’s sad, really.
Like real talk? I’ve been in nerd culture for a long time, I worked in a comic shop when I was in high school, I’ve dated a lot of nerds, and I’ve dated a lot of jocks (before I realized I was a lesbian anyway). Like 9 times out of 10 the jocky guys I knew were way nicer than the so called nerds.
I NEVER had to prove myself to any of these “jocks” to be deemed “cool enough” to be worthy of their time. It’s like “Hey you like video games? that’s awesome!” “You read comics? so cool!” “Hey you don’t like sports/this sports team? That’s fine.” Whereas I was constantly tested, and judged, and criticized by these “nerdy” guys who never wanted me in “their” space.
I wonder why these types of guys are alone.
Yep. These are the same males prattling on about “beta males” and other PUA nonsense.
I’ve noticed that Minion bath products are a thing, and that many of them are banana-scented.
The fragrance used to impart a banana scent is called isoamyl acetate. Isoamyl acetate is also an alarm pheromone in bees. It’s released when a bee stings something/someone, prompting other bees to sting the same target.
The Minion shampoo has mysteriously infiltrated my house, and my youngest sibling (the only one who uses it) has not been stung since its appearance, but I wouldn’t count on anecdotal evidence…
If you have an allergy to bee stings, I strongly recommend choosing a different scent.
I’m a chemist and I found out I’m allergic to bees after working with isoamyl acetate and being stung twice on my way home from work. Do not use isoamyl acetate as a fragrance and especially not on children, which Minions are marketed to.
Please please please not on children. This is a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Minions products are going to kill someone. only then will this chaos end.
hi, i love your hamdevil au series! no pressure or obligation, but if you want to take this prompt and run with it that'd be cool: alex is a literal genius and sometimes people forget that. matt and foggy pay the price.
takes place in between the first story and s2! this got away from me a bit.
title: i wrote my own deliverance
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The thing about Alexander Hamilton, Karen finds out, is that he’s like a goddamn sponge–ask him about a topic he doesn’t know about, and the next day not only does he know it inside out, he has Opinions about it that he’s absolutely willing to defend with both words and fists.
More the former than the latter, these days, but sometimes–well, Karen really wishes she wasn’t the only member of the Nelson & Murdock PR department.
Anyway.
“What the fuck is this?” she asks him one day, very carefully putting her phone down on her table. It’s displaying the latest viral video featuring Alexander Hamilton, and he’s standing on a table talking right over someone from Fox News about the Constitution and freedom of speech and getting in personal digs at the man, finishing off with a solid right hook when the guy says something about Alexander’s mother.
Hey, may I ask you a question? Do you honestly believe that every child should be vaccinated despite the many contaminates including mercury and artificial chemical compounds with unknown side effects that they are being found to be contained in them. It's a valid concern that some parents have. Another question I have is how is it logical that a person who has been vaccinated can catch virus from an unvaccinated person? Isn't it more logical to assume that vaccinations aren't quite as effective
You can ask it but I’m from a generation that got our vaccinations and never caught any of the diseases above or got mercury poisoning. So isn’t it more logical to assume it’s safer to vaccinate children instead of putting people with lowered immune systems at risk because you saw something on Dateline?
ppl who dont even like shakespeare: WOW how DARE you alter the original text these are CLASSICS have you no RESPECT, going around DESECRATING these sacred texts in the name of POLITICAL CORRECTNESS!!!!!!!!!
people who love shakespeare: im going to stage a production of hamlet where all the actors are dogs
My wife, Zoe, is transgender. She came out to us — the kids and me — last summer and then slowly spread her beautiful feminine wings with extended family, friends, and neighbors.
A little coming out here, a little coming out there — you know how it is.
It’s been a slow, often challenging process of telling people something so personal and scary, but pretty much everyone has been amazing.
However, she dreaded coming out at the office.
She works at a large technology company, managing a team of software developers in a predominantly male office environment. She’s known many of her co-workers and employees for 15 or so years. They have called her “he” and “him” and “Mr.” for a very long time. How would they handle the change?
While we have laws in place in Ontario, Canada, to protect the rights of transgender employees, it does not shield them from awkwardness, quiet judgment, or loss of workplace friendships. Your workplace may not become outright hostile, but it can sometimes become a difficult place to go to every day because people only tolerate you rather than fully accept you.
But this transition needed to happen, and so Zoe carefully crafted a coming out email and sent it to everyone she works with.
The support was immediately apparent; she received about 75 incredibly kind responses from coworkers, both local and international.
She then took one week off, followed by a week where she worked solely from home. It was only last Monday when she finally went back to the office.
Despite knowing how nice her colleagues are and having read so many positive responses to her email, she was understandably still nervous.
Hell, I was nervous. I made her promise to text me 80 billion times with updates and was more than prepared to go down there with my advocacy pants on if I needed to (I might be a tad overprotective).
And that’s when her office pals decided to show the rest of us how to do it right.
She got in and found that a couple of them had decorated her cubicle to surprise her:
And made sure her new name was prominently displayed in a few locations:
They got her a beautiful lily with a “Welcome, Zoe!” card:
And this tearjerker quote was waiting for her on her desk:
To top it all off, a 10 a.m. “meeting” she was scheduled to attend was actually a coming out party to welcome her back to work as her true self — complete with coffee and cupcakes and handshakes and hugs.
NO, I’M NOT CRYING. YOU’RE CRYING.
I did go to my wife’s office that day. But instead of having my advocacy pants on, I had my hugging arms ready and some mascara in my purse in case I cried it off while thanking everyone.
I wish we lived in a world where it was no big deal to come out.
Sadly, that is not the case for many LGBTQ people. We live in a world of bathroom bills and “religious freedom” laws that directly target the members of our community. We live in a world where my family gets threats for daring to speak out for trans rights. We live in a world where we can’t travel to certain locations for fear of discrimination — or worse.
So when I see good stuff happening — especially when it takes place right on our doorstep — I’m going to share it far and wide. Let’s normalize this stuff. Let’s make celebrating diversity our everyday thing rather than hating or fearing it.
Chill out, haters. Take a load off with us.
It’s a lot of energy to judge people, you know. It’s way more fun to celebrate and support them for who they are.
