the hot fresh new meme is

11eagle:

antitheticalstrings:

being kind and polite to service workers

Maybe then the big corporations will try to emulate this meme, and be kind to their own service workers by paying them a living wage.

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y0nak:

asbehsam:

socialjusticeprincesses:

peachdoxie:

thehellspawnhero:

shuttle-fly-blogs:

iceb0x:

stevraybro:

the-right-writing:

  1. Don’t have them die of old age after a long, fulfilling life. Many people don’t even think of this as sad (note that this…

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Congratulations; you made it through another day! You have reached your new personal best.

paddehfeets:

timelordy-teganbreann:

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Your record for longest amount of consecutive days without dying has reached a personal best. Well done, you.

This made my day

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little-oxford-st:

Say what you will about Pluto, I just find it hysterically ironic that it was named for the God that got kicked out of Olympus.

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kelseythefourteenthrobot:

leviohsaw:

I wish there was a codeword for “you sprung that plan on me too last-minute and I didn’t have enough time to mentally prepare myself” because I feel kinda bad when someone spontaneously invites me to do something and I’m just like no no no no I need wARNING I have to have enough time to build up my social energy 

I feel this in every fiber of my being.

(Source: beyondthesummit, via clockwork-mockingbird)

allagorr:
“staar84:
“backstageleft:
“janeycake:
“hawkyaly:
“platonicknifelust:
“sourcedumal:
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“samandriel:
“How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad
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allagorr:

staar84:

backstageleft:

janeycake:

hawkyaly:

platonicknifelust:

sourcedumal:

aellagirl:

samandriel:

crypticcorvid:

samandriel:

How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad

See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.

It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.

My parents did this to me as a teenager.

Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months.

Screenshots of private conversations with online friends.

Or records of my internet browsing history.

And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.”

And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment.

Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open.

I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.


Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.

This is terrifying and my parents did this to me constantly throughout my childhood.
My mom hasn’t done it in the past year or so because I’ve been ‘good’ (I kind of just gave up on everything for awhile because of depression caused by my folks so I could do no wrong) and I still delete the history on the computer just in case. She still goes through my phone sometimes, though.

Phone horror story:
my parents went through my phone when I was young and dating this girl, but I didn’t want my parents to know. I was afraid if they would accept me, my mom being religious, and my dad being the most important person to me. So every night, my girlfriend and I would say goodnight and “I love you”. But my parents were suspicious, took my phone, went through it, and then hid it.

They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk I’d ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, I’m bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that “bisexuality isn’t real, I have to pick, it’s just a phase” ect.

And that’s my coming out story. I didn’t “come out”. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I don’t tell my family when I’m dating someone, even if I’m happy with them.

So yeah. Wanna fuck up your child for life? Wanna cause a major rift in trust between you and your kid? Go through their shit, and wondering why your kid doesn’t tell you when something’s wrong /years/ later.

Okay I don’t normally add things to posts but I’m going to tonight.

I used to be in a relationship with a cis girl; if I may remind everyone, I, also, am a cis female. I live in the bible belt of the United States and one of the most terrible places you can be in: Texas. That means I was raised with and around people who STILL believe that gays/trans/anything apart from ‘the norm’ is going to hell/condemned/disgusting.

I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. They’d read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to “Christian” therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when you’re forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldn’t EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me ‘being gay’.

And I’m not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers I’ve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ‘random regular computer checks’. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasn’t the one they’d be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.

It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt they’d take my phone now that I’m nearly 21, but I have no idea and I can’t be too careful. I still haven’t come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.

If you love your children, don’t do this kind of shit to them. They’ll never trust you again.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you violate your child’s privacy in this way you’ll never earn their trust, you’re just creating a better liar.

This is not something your children will “understand” later; you will not be forgiven, you will not be confided in. You will create trust issues for your children for all of their future relationships. There is nothing about this that is ok. 

My dad used the wifi to actually control my laptop whilst I was using it

So not only did I think I was about to have a fit cause I thought I was hallucinating when the mouse was moving when I wasnt controlling it , but he actually watched what I was doing without my knowledge

This is fucked up; and “Its my house, and my internet you’re using” is not a reason nor excuse

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naamahdarling:

shobijinsandy:

Really we need to give a hand to the Mad Max marketing team for how they advertised because that’s the juicy little cherry on top of this massive piece of art

Did anyone get the plot from the tv spots? Anything about the wives? They let the cars and scenery and explosions take center stage without hinting at the main storyline, because exploding badass cars is what the fans and the hypermasculine dudebros/neckbeards cared about. So they went in droves to opening weekend.

And then they went public to bitch about the feminist plot, and that’s when the feminists flocked to the theaters.

So not only did the ad guys NOT have to mention the plot, since the angry butthurt meninists did it for them, those guys already paid to see it. They got the dudebro money upfront then sat back while people who heard the message came around.

That’s fucking brilliance there.

I have no idea if it was deliberate but it sure as hell worked, because everyone feminist I know and their literal mother is all over this shit.

(via thepainofthesass)

preventerzerofour:

wallmakerrelict:

I love giving and receiving fic reviews, but for a long time the whole process of writing a review used to be very fraught because I wanted to show my appreciation but I didn’t want to leave a generic “Loved this, please write more!” like every other comment the author had already gotten and was probably sick of. (Note - as an author, we do not get sick of these comments. We do not get sick of any comments.) But I figured something out a while ago and I figured I’d share it. How to leave a good comment on a fic: PICK A LINE.

Literally any line. Pick it as you’re reading. If a phrase or a sentence or a paragraph jumps out at you, highlight it and hit Ctrl+C. Then save that puppy until the comment section, paste it in, and let the author know why you liked it.

“___” My favorite line, it was hilarious!

“___” I’m gonna cry! Poor Character B!

“___” That is totally something Character A would say.

“___” omg this totally sums up their whole relationship, doesn’t it?

I’m a writer who is friends with a lot of writers. I have never met a writer who didn’t fucking love this. Worried that you’re not leaving a comprehensive review? It’s okay. Tell the author about the five-word sentence that you loved in their 10K word fic, and they will glow. I’m telling you this is foolproof. Take the stress out of commenting. Pick a line. Make a writer’s day.

yes

yesyesyes

AHHH YES!  THE PERFECT REMARK TO MAKE.

No, seriously, I shit you not.  I have written four complete novels.  I self-published the first and the second accidentally aqcuired me an agent and now the third’s getting edited for publishing.  I also have self-esteem issues like WOW, and every single person who has told me “You’re a great writer, here’s this over-arching statement that is detailed and genuine” gets an anxious, skeptical response.  Because how do you even accept a compliment like that.  It’s like being told “You’re really smart” and then you kind of shuffle and go, “Uh, thanks?”

BUT THE PEOPLE WHO COMMENT ON A SPECIFIC LINE.  BE STILL MY HEART.  THE PEOPLE WHO READ MY WRITING AND START LAUGHING AND LOOK UP TO TELL ME “THIS IS A GREAT LINE, I LOVE THIS CHARACTER’S SENSE OF HUMOR” OR WHO MAKE A DISTRESSED NOISE AND SAY “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY FAVORITE CHARACTER, THIS ONE LINE IS SO HEARTBREAKING”.

Those are the people who make me turn scarlet and duck my head and cover my mouth because my awkward grin is awful.  Those are the people who make me WANT to talk to them about my writing, about the characters who live in my mind and the words that run through my veins.  Those are the people who I remember when I reread something I wrote and hear the voices of every critic I’ve ever had telling me to pull my head out of the clouds, when I feel like I’m drowning in a black sea of my own inadequacy.  Those are the people who I very awkwardly and tentatively tell “So…I wrote a new thing…if you maybe…wanna, you know, take a look at it…if you’re not too busy…or something.”

God yes.  Pick a line.  Make a writer love you.

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p3triichor:

my-robbinhood-theory:

p3triichor:

What if birthmarks are the places that actually killed us in our past life? Like there’s this girl from school whose birthmark is a line on her neck. What if her throat was cut? I know this guy who has his birthmark on his whole left cheek. What if he was shot? My little sisters birthmark is a line straight down her stomach. What if she died on the operating table?

I have one on my balls what does that mean

You had some killer sex.

I don’t really have birthmarks.  DOes that mean I’m on my first go-round?

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