Is there someone in your life who is the moon of your life?
There is. :) My darling wife thisallegra whom I’m met as a linguistics undergrad. (we were both in Berkeley’s undergraduate linguistics club), and who continued on with me to get a master’s in linguistics. I could spend every single second with her for the rest of my life, and I know at the end of my life my only regret would be not having spent enough time with her. She helps me with my languages when I get stuck and also enjoys being a total lazy bum like me. I unfortunately had to take this trip to the Bay Area without her, because she’s 31 weeks pregnant and simply can’t do traveling right now, and I’ve missed her every moment since I was gone. Me jalan atthirari anni. :)
•Its good, but its depressing and I just wanted some positivity that day
•Its something I wouldn’t want to reblog without discussing, but I have no time and/or mental energy to do that at the moment
•There are no sources
•I have seen the same post on my dash three times today and frankly, so has everyone else, adding to that is doing nothing
•Its a callout post still spreading around after the blogger who made the original offense has already apologized/done what they could to fix it
•its a harsh callout post against a mistake due to the misunderstandings of a 13-15 yr old, and I as an adult feel that this is a horrible way to do things
•It includes a phrase like: If you don’t reblog, you’re a terrible person
•IM PROUD OF THIS COMMUNITY FOR TRYING TO FIX THE CRAPPYNESS OF THE WORLD, BUT GUILTING PEOPLE INTO REBLOGGING YOUR POSTS WHEN SOME PEOPLE COME HERE FOR AN ESCAPE IS NOT HELPING
the “if you dont reblog this im judging you” is such a shitty guilt trip and it makes me not want to reblog it at all.
did anyone else do that thing when they were in elementary where you write T H I S on your knuckles and a stick figure on one palm and a scribble on the other and you go “this is bob bob says hi this is bob when the car comes by” thing. that was messed up.
wish fulfillment au where boromir lives through amon hen and since the ring has moved on his thoughts are clear and he’s just aragorn’s devoted right hand
and he and gimli bitch endlessly about the run across rohan because “i had THIS MANY ARROWS in my chest i want our hobbits back but CAN WE SLEEP” and he’s 5000% shitty to rohirrim who don’t respect aragorn and he and eowyn become rampaging bffs and he gets in on the body counting at helm’s deep (“ARAGORN I’M BEHIND I’M GOING TO THE DOOR” “YOU ARE NOT GET BACK HERE”) and he and treebeard become instant kin because mi hobbit es su hobbit and he goes through the dimholt pass with aragorn and hates every single second of it but is unfailingly by his side through all of it
and then gets to minas tirith and reunites with faramir and finds out pippin is a guard of the citadel and has to go lock himself in a room and laugh for hours
Understanding our relationships with our bodies and selves can be rough. When I feel like I just don’t give a shit because I’m gross I get tough with myself. Call it my inner Boss Bitch Voice. I look at myself and say, Okay, damn it, get your shit together. Drink your water. GO GO GO GO! Put your pants on. GO GO GO GO! DO THE THING! PUT YOUR DAMN EYELINER ON YOU MAGNIFICENT ASSHOLE! No, really, this happens in my head.
I know that if I keep up my self-care (take care of my skin and hair and drink my water), then I will feel better in the long run. Even when I look in the mirror and hate what I see, I know deep down if I don’t self-care I will feel ten times worse.
To that end, I get tough. I tell myself, Okay, you hate all those things, but take care of them anyway. I keep track of what I’ve done or I share on social media how I am caring for myself and it helps me.
It doesn’t matter how you self-care or to what extent at this point. This is the point where it’s just more important to keep it up. It’s hard and you might cry or rail against it or feel like there’s no point.
Through self-care I started to hate less. When I take the time to rub (I just had a Silence of the Lambs moment) lotion into my skin, I take some time to check myself. Am I putting moral value into the cellulite on my ass? I know that is not a good thing to do, I can think about not doing that. I hate my face? Okay, let me decorate my stupid ugly face until I feel like I can accept it a bit more. Or deal with it for the moment.
I also want you to know that none of this, no matter how much you know about it or how much experience you have with it, is going to be easy all of the time. There are going to be times in your life when self-care is the dumbest thing in the world and you might curse my name for ever telling you about it. That’s okay. That is being human.
I promise you, self-care is not only vital and rebellious, it is for you. Even when shit is hard, you hate your face, you have ten minutes a day to get it done, you’re having confused gender feels. Even if you’re a hetero cisdude, a kid, a mom, a gay Dad. It is for you. This, my friends, is where we really begin revolution. It goes that deep.
When we actively fight all the shit we’re taught about our bodies (how we should care for ourselves and who gets to do beauty and self-care), when we say, No, no that’s just not right, and we do self-care for ourselves, that is where change begins. It is the bedrock of changing our culture a microcosm at a time. Self-care is contagious. If you, my homie, start self-caring on the regular, you are doing your thing. People close to you will notice. Maybe your skin looks brighter or there is more of a sparkle in your eye. Maybe you are carrying yourself like you are the flyest motherfucker alive. You tell them you do this self-care stuff and are serious about it. Maybe they start doing it too. Maybe you do it together. You teach your kids, or they teach their kids. And so on.
I believe that you can do it. You are completely and totally in charge of this. Your word is law. I want you to take some time here and really let what I’ve told you sink in. Self-care is for you if you are full of self-loathing, if you have low self-esteem, if you are completely unsure about all this shit. It is for you. You are not only entitled to all of these things, you deserve them. You are not too ugly, fat, manly, feminine, gay, queer, gendered, agendered, pretty, stupid, smart, vain, or vapid to engage in and learn to enjoy self-care. You are perfect for self-care. You deserve self-care. Your life and exitence in this universe are so vital and so important. Helping you survive is a great crusade.
I am ride or die about this. I am dead ass serious. I am talking to you. Not you in the sense of the big macro universe you. I am talking to the you who is reading this right now. I don’t give a shit what anyone has ever said to you before. You are important. You are worth it. You are a magnificent human being who is doing really great. You might be sick, you might be in debt, you might be mid transition and confused as fuck, you might be sitting there cursing yourself from toes to bhole. That’s okay. No matter what you are dealing with right now it absolutely does not make you less than. If you are struggling that does not mean you have failed. It means you are fighting. And that is fucking awesome.
Regardless of the struggle, regardless of what you feel like you are failing at you, are doing fucking awesome. You are moving around, you are reading this, you are learning some shit. You fucking rule. I mean that, my homies. From the bottom of my little heart.
Now time for a gut check. Are you breathing? Are you maybe having a shit time but trying to work it out? Are you still reading all this? YOU ARE DOING IT. Even if you are full of bad thoughts and doubts about all this shit, you are doing it. Right now we are doing the damn thing and drop kicking the status quo. Welcome to the revolution my homies.
my favorite compliment i’ve gotten at college was from a drunk frat boy who said i had “the body of the girl of his dreams” then paused and held up a hand to stop me from saying anything and continued “…..but the haircut of the boy of my dreams”
you seen that caterpillar that creates a cocoon that looks like a snake?
ahh i actually havent ! at first i thought you were actually talking about a CATERPILLAR that looks like a snake, and said cocoon on accident (specifically the caterpillar of the hemeroplanes triptolemus, or snake-mimic hawk moth)
but it TURNS OUT theres a species of butterfly that takes it way further, to the point where all the other caterpillars are like “is this really fuckin necessary”
its the chrysalis of the daring-owl butterfly ! a species thats found in trinidad and spends a good portion of its young adult life trying to convince other things that its not actually completely helpless
LOOK at the detail thats gone into this though- i cant even imagine the journey this look mustve taken, with lightly less-snakelike chrysalises being eaten over time again and again until youve got something with definable eyes and scales
apparently if disturbed theyll also rock violently back and forth, furthering the idea that this is a very dangerous pitviper with the tiniest body imaginable
the adult butterflies are much less exciting but honestly they dont need to be with a history like that a+ bug
So FUCKING HARPER changed citizenship law so that people who are born in Canada have a different citizenship status than those who immigrated here or came as refugees. Among other things, people who came to Canada and then got their citizenship can still be deported, regardless of their status as Canadians. Literally how absolutely fucked up is that?!
“people
who are born in Canada have a different citizenship status than those who immigrated here or came as refugees
“
You don’t need to have been born and come from another country. You don’t need to be a first-generation immigrant. Or a refugee.
If your parents were immigrants and you are eligible for another citizenship - even if neither you or your family applied for you to get it, you are still targeted by Bill C-24.
I repeat, you can be BORN here, and Canada may be the ONLY country you’ve ever lived in, but if you’re ELIGIBLE for a second, third, fourth, etc. citizenship - you don’t need to actually have dual citizenship, only the eligibility for it - the Bill makes it so that your Canadian citizenship can be stripped away from you, and you could find yourself deported to another country for them to be forced to grant you citizenship status.
And they don’t need to involve the courts to do it.
They don’t need a judge to approve it.
The Bill gave that power to Immigration bureaucrats.
by this logic, myself, my mother and my sisters can be deported back to scotland because my granddad was scottish
wtf
Welcome to Harperland.
My partner is a permanent resident. Our two children were born here. They are both eligible for another citizenship. In theory, if they’re ever considered to be “traitors” to the country and/or government of Canada (the actual Bill doesn’t define what is “traitorous” enough, that’s for the people working at Citizenship and Immigration Canada to decide) there’s nothing stopping CIC officials from showing up at the door and deporting them to a country they’ve never been to, which they are only linked to due to the birth of one of their parents.
That Bill is bullshit, it was made by the Harper government so they could walk away from their obligations toward people like Omar Khadr, and to essentially terrorize even second-generation Canadians into compliance with those in power by hanging a “citizen-status” sword of Damocles over their heads for the remainder of their lives.
C-24 is bullshit.
All this this is correct and honestly it is ridiculous.
I could literally be deported to Italy even though my ancestors on my mother’s side were here thousands of years before Europeans even set foot on this continent….
Fuck Stephen Harper and his cronies.
Just letting you all know that both the NDP & Liberals want to repeal (get rid of) this bill.
We have an election October 19th, 2015. Please vote.
If you’re ever worried that you fucked up real bad, just remember that there are over 2,500 reported cases of vacuum cleaner-induced genital trauma in the United States each year.
mainstream media does not allow women the full spectrum of emotion. it does not allow women to wear practical clothing. it does not allow women to be muscular/tough/brooding/bitter/protective/fierce in the way men are allowed.
and it doesn’t allow men the full spectrum of emotion, either. it doesn’t allow men to take pride in personal ornamentation. it doesn’t allow men to be gentle/kind/supportive/affectionate/in need of rescuing.
no one is allowed to be truly human.
and I think we need to really acknowledge the way in which that fucks us all up.
“Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn’t, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.”—Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head (via wordsnquotes)
my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
i knew a guy who brewed his instant coffee with monster instead of water. three cups in two hours. i think he ascended to the astral realm
the survivability of the human race never ceases to amaze me
TABI ANECDOTE
My final year I lived with engineering masters students. One night, I’m finishing up my final paper, I’m juuuust backing up my final copy, and my housemate’s cat knocks a vase over onto my laptop.
Which wouldn’t be a problem except my cable had been chewed on (thanks Kobe), so the wiring was exposed. Circuits short out, I fling myself back to avoid electrocution and by the time we get the situation handled, my laptop AND my external hard drive have been fried by the surge.
I mean, fried. Like, they-are-vaguely-smoking fried.
I start to cry, because there goes fifty percent of my final grade.
Ahmad just goes “it’s okay, we will fix”. I’m like “how the fuck do you propose that?” And he’s like “I have spare laptop.” “THIS IS DUE IN THE AM!”
And he looks me dead in the eye and goes, “I said I will help. Go get the laptop.”
So off I go. By the time I make it downstairs, there’s this chemical /reek/ in the kitchen. I go in and there he is, methodically crushing caffeine pills with the bottom of a glass on a ceramic plate, periodically dusting the powder into a cooking pot. Meanwhile, his coffee pot is chugging away on the counter.
As I watch, he takes the coffee pot, empties it into the cooking pot, lets THAT come to a boil and dumps in some of his Turkish coffee, AND the remaining caffeine pill powder, which by now is starting to look uncomfortably like coke.
He lets that steep, and by now the coffee/burning smell is so strong it’s woken up all six of the other housemates, who have all come downstairs and are vacillating between staring at my laptop and at this concoction with undisguised horror.
He pours this sludge into a mug, stirs in about four /tablespoons/ of sugar and slides it my way.
I figure that I’m probably dead either way regardless, so I suck it back, filtering the grounds through my teeth as I go.
I’ve had three sips when it hits, and I feel my heart trip on a beat. I must have gone white cause he nods, all pleased, and points me at his laptop.
Long story short, I got an week’s extension, didn’t sleep for five days, had a conversation with my BLINDS in SPANISH, and got a B+, with a note that it was an “engaging read and well-written, when intelligible”.
To this day, coffee any stronger than a pale off-beige makes my chest hurt.
I honestly thought he was going to drink the coffee and perform was magic on the laptop but.. nope. even better. Honest to god, I really want to know how that conversation with the blinds went.
A 19-year-old reddit user sought the advice of his fellow redditors after a spontaneous gay hookup with his best friend last month.
“I had a gay experience with my friend I thought we were both straight,” he writes. “Feeling confused and don’t know where to go from here.”
The teen shared his experience in full detail hoping to get some guidance from users of reddit’s relationship forum. He writes:
Some background for the situation: I’ve known my friend Danny, the friend in question, since we were 14. We were part of a group of four guys and we all got along really well. Him and his best friend and me and my best friend would all hang out together all the time after school and on weekends, play video games together and go on adventures, you know, just teenager stuff. Anyway, at the end of high school we all went to different colleges across the country for different reasons. Danny and I both came back to our hometown for the summer, but my best friend and his best friend both stayed at their schools to work and take summer classes and such.
I’ve been hanging out with Danny pretty much every day since we got back. My parents repurposed my bedroom to a workout room almost as soon as I moved into the dorms so I live in my basement and usually he’ll come over and we’ll play games or watch tv or listen to music, and then he’ll crash on the couch, go home in the morning and then come back over in the afternoon, rinse and repeat.
Last night we were watching some shitty movie, or really more like just talking with the movie on in the background and there was a sex scene. I asked him if he managed to get laid at all at college, and he said no. I admitted that I hadn’t either. We started to talk about sex a little. I could feel myself getting excited but I didn’t really understand why. The conversation kept up to the point where I said something along the lines of “I would really love to know what it feels like to have somebody suck my cock.” He said “what if…” and then blushed. One thing led to another and next thing I know he’s blowing me. I felt weird and conflicted about it but it was so good. It was like my mind switched gears in the middle of it and all of a sudden I was so turned on by him. When he finished me I asked him to let me return the favor. Afterwards we kissed, and then he awkwardly said that he should leave and went home.
As soon as he left my mind went into overdrive. A lot of things clicked into place in my mind but I’m still confused about a lot of things. I don’t look at porn often but when I do it’s usually women, but I’ve never met a woman irl that I was actually attracted to. I thought it was because I have high standards, but what if it’s because I’m not into women? I can’t make sense of it. I was super horny this morning, I’ve jerked off three times already today and I tried to think about women and look at straight porn but my mind kept drifting back to Danny’s body, Danny’s dick, Danny with his mouth around me. It’s crazy because I’ve never once felt attraction to a man before, never noticed guys in a sexual way at all, but now all I can think about is him.
I’m really worried that this will fuck up our friendship. I don’t regret what we did, but what if he does? What if he’s been scoping me out this whole time, waiting for his chance to pounce? I don’t know how I would feel about that. Also if he decides he doesn’t want to be around me anymore, I’m going to be alone for the rest of the summer. None of my other friends are in town. And then what happens if we do decide to get together, become a couple. What happens when we go back to school? What do we tell our other friends? Hell, what would I tell my parents?
I texted him earlier, just a simple “Hey” and I haven’t gotten anything back yet. I’m kind of losing my mind waiting on an answer. I would really love advice regarding what to say to him when I talk to him next. I want to continue to explore my relationship with him, but I don’t want to scare him off by coming on too strong. I need to feel out his thoughts first.
Does anybody else that’s been in a situation like this have any advice to offer? What should I say to him? How can I salvage our friendship if it turns out that he doesn’t feel the same way as me? I’m looking for any general advice regarding sexuality and figuring yourself out as well.
tl;dr: Thought I was straight, ended up engaging in mutual oral sex with a friend that I also thought was straight. I want to figure out my sexuality and continue to explore this new territory with my friend, but stay friends with him if he’s not interested. How do I approach the topic so as to not scare him off? And how do I figure out if I’m bi or gay, just for my own personal peace?
EDIT: He just texted me back and asked if he could come over. I said yes. Wish me luck!
A few days later, he provided this update:
I’m getting a lot of update requests, and Danny just headed home so I figured I’d go ahead and post. I have exciting stuff to tell you guys! First I wanted to say thanks to everybody who commented, you all really helped me calm down and stop overthinking everything. I appreciate it a lot.
When Danny showed up we were both really nervous and awkward at first. I was really scared to say anything, but I broke the tension by telling him how much I had enjoyed the night before. He broke out into a huge grin and turned bright red, lit up like a christmas tree. He told me he was so relieved, and that he had been obsessing over it all night worried for the same reasons I had been.
I told him that it was my first sexual experience ever and that I was questioning my sexuality now. He told me that he had been questioning his sexuality for a while, and that he had feelings for men before, but had mostly seen me as just a friend until last night, when he realized that I was kind of sort of coming onto him in a really roundabout way. It’s funny, I didn’t really think of myself as coming onto him but I definitely made that statement hoping something would come of it…
Anyway I told him that first and foremost I valued our friendship and wanted to stay friends whatever happened between us. He agreed strongly. He asked me if I was okay with working out our feelings together (read: having sex until we figure out how we feel) and I told him yes. After all this heavy conversation we decided to play some CS:GO together like we usually do but we ended up in bed together instead. Afterwards we talked some more and discussed the possibility of a relationship. He said he feels like we know each other well enough that he wouldn’t feel like we were rushing in, and I agreed with him. He asked me to be his boyfriend, and I said yes! I’m so happy about it, too! I’ve never felt so attracted to anyone before.
We haven’t told anyone yet, but decided not to go out of our way to keep it a secret. The area we live in is reasonably tolerant and neither of our parents are anti-gay, which I am grateful for. I am worried about telling my sister, who has recently become a born-again christian and had a lot of horrible things to say about the supreme court ruling on FB. I’m also a little concerned about telling our other two friends, but I think after the initial shock wears off, they’ll come around.
Now, I’m not super duper concerned with slapping a label on my sexuality and calling it a day (thanks to you guys, I appreciate all the advice in that regard!) but the more I think about it, the more I think that I really am gay, or at least gay-leaning bisexual. It kind of feels like the best time to be realizing it with the gay marriage ruling happening. Every time I think about it I feel giddy.
tl;dr: Talked it out, sexed it out, we’re a couple now! Thanks for helping me stay sane, reddit!
a good chunk of the mars press conference this morning was scientists discussing how not to contaminate the martian waters with terrestrial microbes from the rovers and permanently alter the development of life on mars. in other words we already have to obey the prime directive and I’m delighted with that
vikings made their woman handle the finances because they thought math is witchcraft
The idea that unicorns are only able tamed and captured by virgins originated as a medieval joke. The idea was that it took a mythical creature to catch a mythical creature.
There was once an English minstrel called Roland the Farter. He was awarded lands by the king on the condition that he turn up to the court every Christmas to perform his characteristic “whistle, leap and a fart”. His children could keep the lands after his death if they learnt and performed the same trick.
There is graffiti from the Norse invaders that reads (roughly) “ I slept with Ingiborg, the most beautiful woman in the world ”
A close friend of Alexander the Great named Dioxippus, once told one of his generals, named Coragus, to stop being so up himself, Coragus took offence and challenged him to a duel in front of all of his troops unaware that Dioxippus was a champion of Pankration, Ancient Greek Wrestling. Coragus turned up with all of his weapons and armour, Dioxippus turned up naked with a club, lathered in Olive Oil. The match was over in about 5 mins and Coragus got his arse well and truly kicked.
When an army of Swedes went off to war with the Norwegians, they left all the women to manage everything, however, in the village of Smaland, right on the Southern Border, they were attacked by an opposing force of Danes. The women, led by a woman named Blenda, responded to this by inviting the invaders in, feeding them, making them comfy and basically having a massive party to get them REALLY drunk. When all the invaders all passed out, the women slaughtered them all with anything they could find, and when the men came back, the King was so impressed that he basically granted them a bunch of new rights that were previously unavailable to them. From that point on, all daughters had the right to inherit property, money and land equally with their brothers, and were allowed to wear military-style garments around town and at their weddings. They were also given the prestigious right to wear the Royal Coat of Arms on their clothing – a tradition that has lasted to this day.
The term in Chess “Checkmate” is thought to have come from the Persian term “Shah Mat” which means “The King is dead”.
Captain Benjamin Hornigold, the mentor to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, once captured a ship just so he could steal all of the crew’s hats, because his crew had gotten drunk the night before and thrown all of theirs overboard.
Napoléon Bonaparte, the Corsican soldier who eventually became the Emperor of France following the French Revolution and Maximilien de Robespierre’s “Reign of Terror”, was terrified of cats.
funraising fees are fucked up did you know gofundme takes up to 7.9% of everything people donate you + $0.30 per donation
that means that if 10 people help you raise $1000, you’re losing $82 bucks
if youre a kid in trouble trying to raise money dont make my mistakes and use youcaring which is apparently toally free, and not gofundme
Gofundme just sucks in general. After a woman tried raising money for an abortion, they pulled her campaign and changed their terms of service so that starting a campaign for an abortion is basically against the rules, but anti-choice groups (some of which are known to be violent) are still able to use the site. source
But they let Darren Wilson have his campaign after he murdered Mike Brown
^YouCaring is great, in my experience. They can stay free because they ask everyone who donates to a cause whether they’d like to donate $1 to the website to keep it running.
They look utterly ridiculous and they are my favourite thing you’re welcome and goodbye
That’s a fucking Sandshrew.
It’s a small dragon.
They’re so hunchbacked that even though they walk on two legs their front feet are almost always scraping the ground.
BONUS! Tree-dwelling version!!!
Also bonus, There’s a fuckton of different kinds!
Enjoy.
Also! they’re going extinct due to poaching because people love their golden scaley pelts! These are the only mammals in existence to grow actual scales, created from fused fur, like rhino horns! If you would like to donate to their conservation fund, or find out more about Pangolins in general, go here!
Ok because I really need to practice my art and HALLOWEEN IS COMING SOON, everyone who reblogs this I will draw you a Halloween bunny based on your blog
OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT DEBORAH SAMSON, A WOMAN WHO DISGUISED HERSELF AS A MAN TO FIGHT IN THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION
AS A KID SHE GOT EDUCATED BY BRIBING NEIGHBORHOOD BOYS TO TEACH HER WHAT THEY LEARNED IN SCHOOL, AND ENDED UP BECOMING A TEACHER
IN 1778 AT AGE 18 SHE ENLISTED IN THE ARMY, UNDER THE NAME OF ROBERT
SHIRTLIFFE
SHE FOUGHT IN MANY BATTLES FOR THREE YEARS WITHOUT ANYONE SUSPECTING SHE WAS A WOMAN
SHE GOT INJURED TWICE (STABBED IN THE HEAD AND SHOT IN THE SHOULDER) BUT DOCTORS STILL DIDN’T FIND OUT HER SECRET
SHE WAS ONLY DISCOVERED DURING TREATMENT WHEN SHE CAME DOWN WITH BRAIN FEVER. BUT THE DOCTOR WAS NICE AND DIDN’T TELL ANYONE. INSTEAD WHEN SHE GOT BETTER HE SENT HER TO DELIVER A MESSAGE TO WASHINGTON
WHEN WASHINGTON READ THE LETTER HE WASN’T EVEN MAD HE JUST DISCHARGED HER AND WROTE HER A MESSAGE AND GAVE HER MONEY TO GET BACK HOME
SHE WENT BACK HOME AND GOT HERSELF A CUTE MAN AND HAD THREE KIDDIES
SOME YEARS LATER SHE GOT SUMMONED TO DC WHERE GOT A PENSION AND LAND IN EXCHANGE FOR HER SERVICE (WHICH PAUL REVERE HELPED TO ARRANGE)
SHE DIED AT THE AGE OF 66, AND IN 1983 WAS NAMED OFFICIAL HEROINE OF THE STATE OF MASSACHUSETTS
blacklist scripts like blacklist on xkit and tumblr savior look for the word only in the first word when its a tag !!! please tag your triggers the right way and help your friends !!!!!!
bless this post I had no idea
Really now? Let’s go ahead and test that then.
Oh good, it blocked the post! Let me go ahead and see how they tagged this to protect me from my triggers.
Goodness gracious would you look at that.
Seriously. Tumblr Savior will block a post even if it contains the word “trigger” in it. It doesn’t matter where or how, it will be blocked. Take it from someone who blocks commonly used phrases that happen to tie into a tag I want to block, and has to check if someone just happened to use that word or if it’s actually the thing I wanted to block. (*ahem* One Piece and Wrestling.)
