Tell me in an ask: which fictional character do I remind you of?
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@fujoshi-kianna-leigh @words-writ-in-starlight 💕Why do cows have hooves instead of feet?
Because they lactose
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Deorum (Of Gods)
All right, this is the last (and longest) part of Deorum! The rest of the story is in this tag (Parts I, II, III, IV, and V). This takes place a about a week and a half after Part V, and includes the grand reveal about Jack’s…situation. I hope you guys like it, and thanks so much for sticking with me through this mess of a story! If you have any questions, I have a bunch more stuff worked out for the universe, so feel free to ask away.
The newly arrived family across the hall from Jack hadn’t tried to invite him over again, but Marcus and his wife—Dorothea-call-me-Dot, as Jack learned upon meeting her—still greeted him when they passed. He knew that the son, Jesse, was quiet and smiled shyly at him, and Apollo had been elated with the boy’s interest in art, and that Mac, the daughter, was buoyantly energetic at all times and drove her parents to distraction. Dot was handling the adjustment better than her husband, which he knew for a fact because he had seen her talking to Sekhmet about getting blood out of clothes after Mac’s latest mishap.
Marcus, on the other hand, had almost swooned when he saw Hapi and Bragi together in front of Starbucks. Jack had been more than a little judgmental when he saw Marcus waver and grip the edge of the table outside.
So it was a shock when there was a sharp hammering on his door on Wednesday afternoon, and Jack opened it to reveal Marcus standing there and looking disheveled.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, sweeping a glance over the man. His usual tidy suit was missing its jacket and his hair stuck up in clumps as if he’d been dragging his hands through it.
“Have you seen my kids?” Marcus asked, skipping any semblance of polite greeting.
Jack paused. “…no? Are they not where they’re supposed to be?”
School teaches you that ignorance is shameful, rather than being a person’s default AND ENTIRELY FIXABLE state. Sucks the fun outta learning, if you let it.
I may have posted something to this effect before, but it bears repeating if so: This is a marvelous way of looking at the world, and may be one of the best lessons Randall Munroe has ever taught us. It certainly prompted a change in my own behavior. “You’re one of today’s lucky 10,000″ leads to a lot more fun in life than “What do you mean you don’t know about _____?”
Common sense is something you learned so long ago that you forgot learning it, and it’s extremely regional.
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weird-slytherin-girl-ist-geil:
if a teenager is at your door and they are wearing a costume!! please give them candy!! they are still in it for the halloween spirit and it honestly no different from a little kid in a costume. they are just as excited and happy as all the other lil tykes and dont you dare tell them they are “too old for trick-or-treating” because that will literally break their hearts and that’s not cool.
Its getting close to Halloween again so I just thought I’d reblog this again
this is why I was a ghost from 10 to 18 except at 12.
Also…when I went trick-or-treating with my teenage friends, we made the streets safer for the little kids. The teens who were out to do mischief, who were generally not in costume or toting their own pillow cases, did not mess with the littles who were near us, because they knew we’d get involved. Make kids safer by encouraging Hallowteens!
I’d also like to add that a lot of kids–especially kids of color–get mistaken for being a lot older than they really are.
I’d also like to add that Jehovah’s Witness children aren’t allowed to celebrate Halloween or go trick or treating, so many of us go trick or treating after leaving the cult, and most newly freed ex JWs are around 18-25. And some of us, including me, have anxiety about going door to door.
Please keep in mind that some of the older people trick-or-treating might be autistic or otherwise neurodivergent and not understand why people think they shouldn’t be trick-or-treating! And, really, there’s no reason we shouldn’t be. Trick-or-treating is good, inclusive fun that everyone can enjoy, so please be nice if a bigger kid or even an adult comes to your door! Besides, it’s only one piece of candy and you probably have hundreds.
1) they expensive bruh 2) none of us kno the dif btwn a fucking diamond and some fancy ass glass ur capitalist rock hierarchy has no control over us
3) mostly mined with slave labor
4) we get excited when our date buys us an appetizer, we don’t even comprehend people buying us rocks that would force us into debt for ten years
5) They aren’t actually that rare and the price is artificially inflated.
Pro tip from a former Jared’s salesperson: You want a sparkly white rock that will look like a diamond to the untrained eye and will literally cost the price of a nice dinner for two? Created white sapphire. They’re lab grown and cost *pennies* to make, so you can get a 1 or 2 carat white sapphire for like… $30-80 probably. You can get one as huge as you like, perfectly clear, perfectly flawless. And no one will ever be able to tell the difference except a professional appraiser. Also, sapphires are the second-hardest gemstone (right after diamonds) so they are very durable! Very unlikely that they’ll chip or crack. Get that bitch set in sterling silver and you are GOOD TO GO. Whole thing should cost you less than $200 unless you get a fancy band with a lot of extra stones. Of course, created sapphires come in every color of the rainbow, so if you want something more exciting than plain white, you TOTALLY CAN.
Created sapphires and silver: The poor Millennial’s engagement ring.
THANK YOU EX-JARED’S BASED GOD.
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men tell their daughters and sisters not to talk to strangers but get pissed when a woman who don’t know them don’t wanna talk to them lmao
😭 oop
…. I just burnt my damn tongue
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Kristen Bell calls attention to the many ways employers have cheated women out of income in this new video
After all, a smiling Bell explains, women are only making 77 cents to a man’s dollar. She’s quickly corrected by a Black woman, who only makes 60 cents to the dollar. A Latina woman then reveals she’s only getting 55 cents.
Gifs: The Huffington Post
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Listen to Me, Please
For just one second. I don’t often make posts directly addressing people on anything more serious than fanfiction, but.
The election. I’m not going to spin you the same explanation everyone else has given about why voting third party is dangerous in this situation–all you have to do is google the Bush-Nader-Gore situation and find many people with much better explanations than I could give. I’m not going to list every law that Hillary Clinton would support and Donald Trump would repeal–I’m too tired to put myself through that panic attack. Rest assured, there are many, and the Supreme Court decision of last year regarding marriage equality is just the tip of the iceberg.
Just. Listen.
I have friends, old friends and new ones, who are observant Muslims. I want to keep those friends, I want them to be safe and happy in their homes and in their faith. Under a Donald Trump presidency, that would not happen.
I have trans friends that I adore. I want them to be at ease in their own bodies, given the right of their own names and their own identities. Under a Donald Trump presidency, that would not happen.
I have cousins adopted from other countries, friends who are exchange students working on a citizenship, friends whose children are natural-born American citizens. I want them free to live where they want, with their family or overseas from them, because they’re people and they deserve that choice. Under a Donald Trump presidency, that would not happen.
I have black friends, black family I love. I want them to be safe, and alive, and goddamn, that’s not a guaranteed thing right now but under a Donald Trump presidency, it would be impossible.
I’m queer–men, women, none of the above, all of the above, I don’t care. I want to be able to marry a woman, if I fall in love with one, just like I would be able to marry a man. I want to feel as safe with a girlfriend in my arms as a boyfriend, without a care in the world for what someone might get away with doing to us. Under a Donald Trump presidency, that would not happen.
I have a history of sexual assault that statistically predisposes me to being a victim of rape. In the event that the worst happens, I want to be able to bring that to court. I want to be able to get an abortion without going to jail. Under a Donald Trump presidency, that would not happen.
I am a woman, for Christ’s sake. We are half the world, and we deserve to be paid equally, treated like adults rather than children, respected as thinkers and dreamers, mothers and scientists, artists and politicians and human beings. Under a Donald Trump presidency, that would not happen.
We are people, us who are under threat from this man. And if your plan is to ‘vote your conscience’ by voting third party, whether as a protest vote or as genuine support, far be it from me to dictate your morals. But let me take this moment to remind you that we are people. If Donald Trump is elected and has the prerogative to appoint judges and select cabinet members and run the country, we are not going to be treated like people. If Donald Trump is elected and we are shafted in the process, and you did not do everything in your power to stop that, you bear some degree of responsibility.
So whether what’s driving you to vote third party or abstain altogether is sincere conviction, arrogant moral superiority, or just a desire to not take either of the two options available, think about that. Take that into your considerations. You might sleep great, knowing you didn’t sell out like the rest of everyone who voted for Hillary Clinton.
How are you going to sleep if Donald Trump wins the election after a split vote and the fallout starts to take lives?
