this makes me feel very comforted and i need that tonight
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If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you’re on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling.
As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.
As a straight Christian woman, I pray that people will not scroll past this. Love, not judge.
I’m re-reblogging for that last one.
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Anonymous asked: What's the pacer test? D:
oh god.
The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year.
Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?
“Ready? Begin!” she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.
The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.
Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.
A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back.
And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre heroes.
But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues.
This is it. This is it.
The pièce de résistance of my blog. My magnum opus. The post that will be chiseled onto my tombstone.
One hundred thousand notes. This response I wrote in five minutes just to be silly has one hundred thousand notes and has been across the same number of dashboards, if not more, and has been read by hundreds of thousands of individuals.
It is one hundred thousand testimonies to the horrors of the pacer test. It is the cumulative record of people writhing in agony at the memories as they read along, the collection of responses of people bragging that the pacer test was no problem for them, the cause of confusion as people mistake the pacer for suicide runs, and my ever. lingering. reminder. that it is called the bleep/beep test in other parts of the country and world.
Every time I think this post has died it swells back with unrelenting force and swallows my dashboard in notes for days straight; the reblogs and asks engulfing every other notification I have.
This is the pièce de résistance of my blog. My magnum opus. I will never have another piece of original content that reaches this scale in notes, nor something that touches so deeply into the hearts of the collective human experience…or at least the average high schooler’s nightmares.
I haven’t ran he pacer test in three years but because of this post, I relive it everyday.
As many of you know, I recently purchased an Uruk-Hai scimitar.
Well let me tell you, it was quite the pragmatic purchase. It has endless uses in my morning routine.
Such as making the bed:
Making toast:
Getting things off high shelves:
Making coffee:
Reaching the remote when it’s too far away:
And assisting me when I ran out of toilet paper:
I don’t know how I survived life without it.
No comment necessary.
You are my hero.
after more than a year… I need to reblog it again. Because.
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1. Those tigers look thin.
2. Zoos are fucking stupid.
3. Capturing wild animals and using them for human entertainment is a super shitty thing to do.
4. This is not cool.
This is abuse and horrible. Zoos are prisons.
Some zoos only take old animals to where they are given an easy life. Their maintenance is funded by people coming into the zoo.
Those tigers are not thin.
“Zoos are fucking stupid” wow such science you sold me
They weren’t captured for this purpose, they probably weren’t captured at all, it’s called rescuing.
This is cool.
This is not abuse, it’s actually exercise if you think about it.
Zoos are not prisons. Zoos allow us to rescue animals, research them, and protect them from hunters and the dangers that we, as humans, impose on them.
I’m so done with all the shit about zoos on my fucking dash.
Zoos literally save animals every day so why don’t you do your freaking research.
This comment is perfect^
Animals come to zoos as a result of
- being born captive
- getting injured in the wild and rescued to live a healthy life in captivity
- being rescued from black market dealers, private collectors, or the like who decide that they can no longer care for the animals or who had been illegally keeping the animals
- being in a breeding program to increase their numbers because the animal is endangered in the wild
If you knew anything about tigers at all, you’d know that they are endangered in the wild due to poaching and hunting. It is of utmost importance that their numbers increase, or they will go extinct within the next fifty years. I don’t know what zoo this is so I don’t know their reputation, but the tigers look healthy, and this tug-of-war is good for them because some animals get stressed in zoos when they are bored. This isn’t solely to entertain zoo guests, it is to give the tigers something fun to do.
Zoos do not snatch animals from the wild without a good reason. If you want to protest animal captivity, go to SeaWorld and protest the orcas being kept there, they are far too large to belong in such cramped spaces and they are solely kept for entertainment.
Thank you and good day.
ALSO ITS NOT LIKE THEY’RE FORCING THE TIGERS TO GRAB THE ROPE, THE TIGER WANTS TO PLAY
Tigers play just like domestic cats play with each other, this is for the educational benefit of the visitors and the enrichment benefit of the tigers. Also word to the comment above. Tigers are endangered to the point that they cannot repopulate themselves in the wild, they need the help of captive institutions like zoos, where they live carefree lives free of stress and can breed and birth without fear that other predators and mating competitors will come along and eat their cubs.
Furthermore, these tigers are NOT thin. In fact, one of the ones in the large group looks borderline obese. People who know nothing about animals need to stop talking about animals.Boosting the shit out of this because I’m so damn tired of whiney morons (who probably never get outside) bitching about animal’s rights when they really have no fucking clue.
DO YOUR GODDAMN HOMEWORK.
ALL OF EVERYTHING IN THIS COMMENTARY
I keep seeing this post come around. This zoo is Busch Gardens in Tampa, FL (x) and they are an accredited zoo until March 2016 (x) This is a zoo that is constantly bettering itself and finding ways to make their animals happier.
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is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”?
I nominate ‘I’m eggshell fine’. Currently whole but easily crushed again.
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I laughed way too hard
this is the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen
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Someone took a candid photo of a fight in Ukranian Parliament that is as well-composed as the best renaissance art
this is currently my favorite thing on the entire internet
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concernedresidentofbakerstreet:
i think we found the opposite of nash greir
*grier
nobody cares about how to spell nascar greens name
nascar green
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oh-please-dont-changeHow to properly pet animals by Adam Ellis
Hahaha Wolverine made me laugh so hard…..Maybe
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