Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

PSA!

crafty-captain:

littleliongod:

birdsandbirds:

The duck nesting season is underway, which can only mean one thing: Ducklings!

Yup. There are going to be ducklings! 

Anyway,

this is my reminder to you to NOT feed them bread. 

This also goes for any duck at any time of the year, but goes double during the adorable ducking season. 

No bread, of any kind, has any nutritional value for ducks. By feeding them bread, it fills their stomachs while providing no nutrient. It’s essentially the equivalent of humans eating cotton balls, or grass. This is especially important for the wee ones while they’re growing. 

I still encourage you to feed them because it’s hella fun but instead, consider these alternate options:

• Cracked corn
  
• Wheat, barley or similar grains
  
• Oats (uncooked; rolled or quick)
  
• Rice (cooked or uncooked)
  
• Milo
  
• Birdseed (any type or mix)
  
• Grapes (cut in half)
  
• Frozen peas or corn (defrosted, no need to cook)
  
• Earthworms
  
• Mealworms (fresh or dried)
  
• Chopped lettuce or other greens or salad mixes
  
• Vegetable trimmings or peels (chopped)
  
• Duck feed pellets or poultry starter pellets

These foods more closely mirror the duck’s natural food sources. 

The ducks and geese at the pond would lose their shit over thin shredded carrots and lettuce. It’s more fun than bread too cause they crunch crunch crunch. When I was homeless I’d buy a dollar menu salad with no dressing, then go share it with the park critters. Better than Netflix.

@sheekeepsmewarm

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

bunsenbees:

I love cliche love stories as long as they’re gay

Okay but this is one of the best things about gay love stories (besides the obvious).  They’re fucking novel no matter what the plot is.  

Star crossed boyfriends from families at war?  WHO’D’A THUNK.  

Battle couple lesbians out risking their lives together and making tearful confessions of love at wildly inopportune moments?  WHOA NELLY THAT IS SOME INTERESTING SHIT.  

A prince who gets his ass saved by a random street rat with a rakish smile and a secret past?  OH MY GOD IS IT GONNA BE OKAY?  

A lady thief and the much put-upon FBI agent chasing her down?  ARE THEY GONNA KISS????

(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)

wolfstardreams:

believeinprongs:

i’m just sitting here dying of laughter thinking about McGonagall looking over Harry in first year like yeah the kid gets into some dangerous shenanigans but it always seems to be for a greater purpose and his heart’s in the right place and he’s so sweet and quiet usually, clearly he takes after his mother Lily thank goodness this is good this boy is good 

and then dead ass one year later kid shows up to school crashing into a tree with his bestie in a flying car instead of just owling the damn school that they’d missed the train and she’s just like DING DONG I WAS WRONG

in second year, she remembered harry is also james potter’s son 

(via academicfeminist)

gemdoyle:

yo ginny weasley owns a cute fluffy pygmy puff named arnold that she carries around and plays w/ all day and she is feared for making boogers turn into bats that painfully fly out of your nasal passages she’s a fucking inspiration 

(Source: nintentoadz, via lilypcttr)

justedrecoverythings:

hannahapples:

My therapist and I decided that from now on, when I’m thinking something negative about myself, I’m going to imagine that Donald Trump is saying it, because it’s really easy for me to just tell him to fuck off.

Example:

Trump: “Your thighs are fat.”
Me: “Fuck you and your fucking wall.”

I think we’re onto something here.

this is probably the best coping skill I’ve ever seen and I am ten billion percent going to use it too

(via johanirae)

backofthebookshelf:

fangirlasplosian:

I Just Want More Fic Without Having to Write It Myself: A Biography

#not an autobiography for obvious reasons

(via academicfeminist)

ofools:

you know what i don’t get? when like, people write romance stories where two characters are so in love w each other its all magnetism, but they? don’t even have fun together? or are even nice to each other sometimes?

“our love could level a thousand mountains and conquer a million cities”

ok but… are you even… like….. friends????

(via academicfeminist)

last-snowfall:

geardrops:

swanjolras:

out of all the aspects of millennial-bashing, i think the one that most confuses me is the “millennials all got trophies as a kid, so now they’re all self-centered narcissists” theory

like— kids are pretty smart, y’all. they can see that every kid on the team gets a trophy and is told they did a good job; they can also see that not every kid on the team deserves a trophy, and not everyone did do a good job

the logical conclusion to draw from this is not “i’m great and i deserve praise”— it’s “no matter how mediocre i am, people will still praise me to make me feel better, so i can’t trust any compliments or accolades i receive”

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

where did this whole “ugh millennials think their so-so work is super great” thing even come from it is a goddamn mystery

what fucking kills me is, yeah, maybe we got the trophies, but who gave them out

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

Which is pretty much what mental health practitioners observe happening.

It’s also what I observed happening as a singing teacher: the older kids literally would not believe a positive word I said until I had proved I would tell them they screwed up/had done badly/etc. I did so in as useful a way as possible (“So this passage. We really need to work on this passage. A lot. This passage is not good yet.”), but with almost every adolescent I taught I had to prove I would give them straight-up criticism before they would parse my praise as anything other than meaningless “the grownups always do this” noise.

(Source: swanjolras-archive, via academicfeminist)

onlyblackgirl:

drakesideheaux:

Class discussions are fun until u find out ur classmates are racists

class discussions make me cringe.

Class discussions have led to:

• the discovery that half my class was racist as fuck
• the discovery that half my class was homophobic/transphobic/etc as fuck (I did get a hug from the only out kid in class when I was done taking the ringleader to shreds, though, he was a great kid)
• the discovery that my entire class revered Columbus as a good and kind individual who just did So Damn Much for the heathen savages (yeah, that was an ugly revelation for them)
• an actual shouting match between two sides of the class over abortion laws/rights, which had to be broken up by the passing vice principal
• the discovery that the history teacher was unaware of the fact that no culture EVER thought the world was flat (and certainly not the Greeks????  this is still weird to me????)
• the discovery that a few people in my class believed that, if a parent was beating their kid, the kid must have deserved it (I genuinely hope those people got therapy and moved out of their homes)
  
• and last but most certainly not least
• the discovery that half the class thought that the way a girl dressed dictated whether or not she ‘deserved’ to get raped, which led straight to
• the discovery that the TEACHER thought that if a girl dressed a certain way, she wasn’t a victim, no matter what happened to her, which was directly involved in
• me, in my jeans and t-shirt, slamming a kid into a table by the throat for certain ongoing shenanigans

And that was all just in my high school.

(via academicfeminist)