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

will-work-for-spoons:

the weirdest thing about 2016 is that there’s a chance we could actually have our first female president…and i’m praying to god that we elect an old white dude instead

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ginormouspotato:

i-am-the-lordofthebears:

i-am-the-lordofthebears:

what was the name of the fish my geology teacher called “bad dude” because i put bad dude in my notes and have no idea what the real name is

update: 

this is the bad dude

it’s called dunkleosteus and it’s basically a tank with teeth

@equimanthorne

DUNKLEOSTEUS WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TERRIFYING PREHISTORIC SEA CREATURES.  BECAUSE LOOK AT THAT FEROCIOUS MOTHERFUCKER.  BUT I RAISE YOU THIS MAGNIFICENT BASTARD:

THIS EVOLUTIONARY TRAIN WRECK WAS CALLED ALBERTONECTES, PART OF THE ELASMOSAUR FAMILY.  SEE HOW THE BAD DUDE UP TOP IS BASICALLY 80% BONE?  APPARENTLY THAT WAS A THEME, BECAUSE POOR FUCKING ALBERTONECTES HAD 76 NECK VERTEBRAE (A GRAND TOTAL OF 132).  WHY?  BECAUSE EVOLUTION AND NATURAL SELECTION WENT OUT AND GOT BLASTED TOGETHER, AND THE MESOZOIC ERA WAS THE RESULT.

LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT.

“LOWER ESTIMATE,” IT SAYS.

WHAT THE FUCK, EVOLUTION.  GO HOME.  YOU’RE DRUNK.

(PS: IN RELATIVE SERIOUSNESS, THOUGH, GOOGLE A SCALE PICTURE OF MEGALODON.  I DARE YOU.  I’LL WAIT.  YEAH, GO SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN WITH THAT MONSTER AND I BET YOU’LL EVOLVE SOME WEIRD SHIT TOO.)

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ham-for-ham:

ham-for-ham:

ask-elizabeth-holly-hamilton:

ham-for-ham:

Who wants to hear how I rekted a straight boys ego in gym class today? Because in really fucking proud rn

*is waiting*

*cracks knuckles* okay nerds listen the fuck up.

So I’m in a special gym class for the swim team, so it’s coed with the boys and girls swim team for my school. It’s leg day, and I was setting up my rack for squats. Now I don’t usually go hard in gym because I don’t fucking care and I’m a 3 season athlete, I don’t actually need extra fuxking exercise. I only put maybe 10 pounds on the bar, and this fucking twig looking punk ass comes from fucking nowhere and starts laughing. Mind you I’m taller than fucking everyone in this class, I towered over this twerp. I ask him why he’s laughing, and he says, WITH A STRAIGHT FACE, “Women are so weak” and I almost decked his ass right then but I bite my tongue. For no fucking reason he decided to continue, “Why are women even in sports, they can’t do anything! What’s your max, 50 pounds?” And all his friends are laughing and telling him how cool this he is. So I challenge him to a squatting challenge, I want to see how much weight he can squat. He’s all reluctant now, saying how that wasn’t safe for me, how I might hurt myself, but my swim coach comes from behind and says she would like to see it so he’s like “Fine, whatever, if you get hurt it ain’t my fault.”

He proceeds to put fucking 100 pounds on, my ass is trying not to laugh because wow that’s “a lot”, and the whole time he is struggling, groaning and making gross ass male noises, and only got 4 reps in. He sets it back on the rack and looks at me with this fucking smirk, surrounded by his douche group, and omg I’m about to just drop kick his ass, and he does that stupid hand motion towards the rack. I walk over and my team members ask me how much I want. I tell them to double it. Everyone stops and my coach is smiling cause she knows how much I can squat. My teammates are like “… Are you sure?” And I tell them how I’m fucking ready. So they put 100 more pounds on, making it now 200 pounds, and I tell them to back off. I then walk over and add 50 more pounds, the whole time looking at this white trash. He looks like a dead man, crusty lookin ass about to pass out. The bar now has 250 pounds, and I get 15 reps in. I set it down and I walk up to him, not having broken a sweat, and just pat him on the cheek before continuing on with my workout. My teammates are all freaking out, telling me how cool that was and how they never knew, but the boys team looks like they’re going to cry. I’m really fucking sore but I regret nothing.

That’s the story how I went up in weight for my squat with the pure determination of breaking up fuckbois dreams @ask-elizabeth-holly-hamilton

Okay I was looking back on this because we were maxing today and my coach said that wasn’t my max and I’m like??? What, and I realized I never accounted for the bar, so that makes total weight was 295.

I’m relieved beyond belief that I’m not the only person who pulled this kind of stunt in gym class.  You fucking go, honey, I’m proud as shit, this story was fucking glorious.

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THIS WEEK ON

howlnatural:

‘WHY HAS THAT WIP I’M FOLLOWING NOT BEEN UPDATED?’ ROULETTE!

• Author got little to no feedback on previous chapter, thinks nobody cares and/or everyone hates the story
  
• Author received negative feedback and thinks everyone hates the story
• Author started another story in order to get rid of writer’s block brought on by WIP and is now totally consumed by new story, keeps staring guiltily at WIP reminding his/herself to continue it
• Author’s real life suddenly got TOO REAL.
• Author got seduced by another fandom
• Author doesn’t use sofware that autosaves and lost most of the next chapter, is too lazy to rewrite
• Author has sudden case of believing everything they write is absolute shit and doesn’t want to subject you to sub-par work
  
• The story has been pretty much leading up to the next chapter and Author is now procrastinating out of fear and self doubt because they’re pretty sure they’re gonna mess it up
• Author thought it was okay to lead into this one plot point, but due to feedback/further reflection, has now realised that they need to write another 3000 words to get there and is not emotionally ready
  

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prosthetical:

goldenheartedrose:

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zombiecazz:

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a-singer-of-songs:

i-will-not-be-caged:

bmwiid:

drst:

brutereason:

I had a realization the other day that seems obvious in retrospect, but I hadn’t put these two things together before.

I was telling my mom that I’m kind of dreading having a private practice someday because it’ll mean working lots of late nights to accommodate my clients’ schedules and make enough money, and as I know from working 12-8 last year, that’ll wreck my social life. She was like, “So you’ll have a social life on the weekends.” And I’m like, and what, spend every weekday night alone in my apartment because it’s too late to go out and see people? She gave me this knowing look and was like, “Well, hopefully you won’t be *alone*…”

That’s when it hit me that this thing–this whole monogamous couple/nuclear family ideal thing–directly enables work to take over our entire lives. Because, yes, if I had someone living in my house–in my bedroom, even–who prioritizes me higher than anyone else in his (because, let’s face it, it would always be a he in this scenario) life, who doesn’t sleep with or date any other people, who treats his free time as our shared time, who drops plans with friends or family the moment I need him, who convincingly promises to never leave me–if I had someone like that, and if I believed in that fantasy, then yes, I’d be fine working late every night and coming home at 9. I could see my friends on weekends sometimes, but I wouldn’t *need* to because I’d never be lonely or bored.

Because however you look at it, cultivating and maintaining a group of friends and a broader social circle or community takes more effort–especially more *intentional* effort–than cultivating just one person with whom you share your life. When we have to work unreasonable hours just to get by, guess which one’s more likely to fall by the wayside?

No wonder it feels like my like-minded friends and I are constantly wading through waist-deep snowdrifts. It’s not set up to work the way we want it to. Yes, life would be easier if I had someone who is always a few yards (or less) away from me when we’re not at work and who can provide romance, friendship, emotional support, entertainment, household help, financial assistance, AND hot sex (and maybe eventually co-parenting) without me ever needing to seek out other people or even leave the house. But that’s…horrifying.

Remember that the nuclear family ideal (husband/wife/child as the entire family unit) is an aberration of the 20th century. Everyone else in the world for almost all of human history has lived in large groups, either tribes or extended families, usually a blend of both. When a woman married she joined her husband’s family, or he joined hers, but humans have generally always lived in large groups with multiple generations sharing space for all of our history.

Our western experiment with making two people entirely dependent on each other for all of the emotional support normal people get from a large extended family group is part of the reason we’ve got a high divorce rate. One person isn’t enough to sustain another entirely.

I think as well, this is why so many single people (like me!) get so damn LONELY. 

I recently bought a house (by myself) and I pay all the bills, buy all the food, ect, because it’s just me that lives here. 

And at night, I’m so fucking LONELY. My coupled friends don’t get it, they want some peace and quiet to get away from the kids, or the hubby - and when I say “I’m so bored” they don’t get it. 

My ONLY FACE-TO-FACE interaction is at work. 

That’s it. If I don’t make the effort to go out at weekends, I see no one.

Sure, I can talk to people on the phone, and I have online friends… but you know, I don’t remember the last time I got a hug?

Yup. I went to a coworker who I’m close to the other day and asked for a hug because I couldn’t remember the last time I touched another human being. Dog cuddles can only take me so far.

Holy shit, it’s what I’ve been saying the whole time.  I’m super introverted, but I /need/ people around me.  I will go to coffee shops just to talk to the barista and hear people around me, because I get so lonely.  I routinely turn into a clingy, touchy-feely person when I’m home because that is the only place I get hugs.  Do you know how many times I have become just… absolutely depressed and unhappy, just because I want a fucking hug and there’s no one to hug?  There was this admin assistant when I started here and she and I talked a lot and I’d go by her office just to say hi, and she would always, ALWAYS give me a hug.  And then she left, and now I don’t get hugs.  Which maybe seems like a weird thing to be upset about, but I am, routinely.

People ask me how I put up with having a roommate all the time, and why I don’t just live by myself rather than playing roommate roulette and maybe getting a bad roommate (hasn’t happened so far, though).  It’s because I go CRAZY when I live alone.  Sure, having the cats around helps, but I seriously DO NOT deal well living by myself.  I’ve tried it, and I can handle it for about three weeks to a month, but after that it starts to really wear on me, especially if I’m dealing with a lot of stress or something at school/work.  I often joke that I don’t care if I ever get married, but I would be super psyched if someone I really liked (or multiple someones, even better) and got along with wanted to be roommates forever and ever so at least I’d know I wouldn’t be alone.

Right, this. Positive social contact, including friendly touch, is a thing that most-to-all humans very much need. I’m both pretty solitary and pretty good at keeping my chin up even when things aren’t ideal, but when I look back at my life the unhappiest part of it by far was the part where I was most isolated. And I’ve never even had to deal with living alone, so who knows how I’d handle that.

And, honestly, that expectation – on a societal level! – that everyone will find one person and basically build a life around them and only them…like OP said, I find that pretty horrifying. Especially when the dominant socially acceptable alternative is the aforementioned intense loneliness. Good grief.

So to summarise - working full time long hours plays havoc with having a social life.

We need a social life or we get sick and lonely.

Therefore we should stop working long hours and use our free time to cultivate friendships.

Sound freaking excellent idea to me.

If we actually had enough space for all of us I’ve said more than once that I could live with my siblings forever. Right now there’s five people and two emotionally best cats living in our three bedroom house so it’s not great.

But with enough room? Sign me up

My sister and her best friend lived next door to each other in their apartment building for a few years and it was great for them. A few nights a week they’d make dinner together or go out and do something. They watched certain shows together, splitting the cost of cable so it was actually affordable. The rest of the time they had their own space and could hang out with their boyfriends whenever. Even their cats went back and forth between the apartments.

Tl;dr I could happily live in the same apartment building with a few of my friends forever.

@prosthetical and I have continually been talking about a very similar arrangement for years now.

Rose I am still 1000% serious about this. I want to live in a small queer/trans/neurodivergent commune. Like a duplex or triplex or quadplex or something similar.

Plz come here. I can’t handle living WITH your kids but I would be happy to live near them.

I swear this will be a thing. I mean obviously not now but like.. I for real want this to be a thing.

THIS THIS THIS.

I have to have communal living spaces. Living alone may work for some people but I think it’s toxic for most. Having a partner, if that’s your thing, is wonderful and it provides a much needed level of companionship. But people, coupled or otherwise, they need friends. Human beings can’t do it alone, can’t do it in duos. They need community, they need family and friends.

My dream would be living in a giant house with plenty of space and plenty of people. I’d love to have myself and my partner and then two or three other friends, either with partners or alone, all living together, eating together, hanging out and spending time. We could all work to support the whole house as a group, as a family. Maybe even all raising kids together at a future point. That’s living the dream for me.

I’m really dreading school now that I’m going full time, because all my friends are online. I have few to no real life friends who are more than acquaintances. I have family as roommates, but I’m going to move out next semester with god knows who. I’m terrified.

I find I have the opposite problem?

I love my boyfriend very much and he’s probably my best friend. We have many common interests together. We co-parent. We understand each other’s introversion very well.

But like… that hasn’t stopped me from being lonely. I mean, to an extent, the longer and more committed you are as a couple, the less you NEED a dazzling social life. But you really can’t have just one. I have no one to hang out wth regularly other than my boyfriend and it’s really depressing. Sometimes I just want to talk about girl stuff, or whatever, and my bf is great about a lot of things but he doesn’t satisfy all of my needs, nor should he.

I live in a house with nine people in it (two children, seven adults). I co-own the house with two of my housemates, who have lived with me since the early 1990s; the newest housemate moved in four or five years ago, and most of us have been living in this house at least a decade. There are other friends we’d like to live with, but we never have a vacancy.

Cohousing is the best. There are problems - no living situation is without problems - but the benefit of having other people around, of having a situation in which spontaneous conversations with friends naturally occur, is (cue Donald) YUUUUUGGEE. I’ve lived alone, and it’s exactly as other folks here have described - lonely AF. I have no idea how I would have gotten through life if I didn’t have cohousing.

One thing I’ve noticed - I’m much less desperate to not be single than many of my single friends. Sure, I’d like to have a romance - but it’s not a big driving need with me. And I think that’s because I don’t have the fear of loneliness if I don’t find a girlfriend.

Also, I think this arrangement is much better for the two kids - and for their parents - than living on their own would be. If you want to become a parent, cohousing can be a great situation.

All of this.  I can confirm from unpleasant experience that communal living can go REAL BAD REAL FAST (it’s complicated, but it ended with my parents being severely depressed and broke, and baby Moran being about 75% dead from various diseases, I cannot emphasize enough the need for vaccinations when living with a lot of people), but on the other hand, living alone with a very limited social life?  I also have experience with that and I can confirm how…horribly, horribly isolating it can be (admittedly, I lived in Middle Of Nowhere, MT, and had other issues at the time, but the point remains that I’ve never been so miserable in my life and that’s actually saying something).  My beloved darling roommate and I have been living the dorm life together for over a year and we’ve basically concluded that this will continue indefinitely until we feel comfortable with another arrangement.  I recommend the roommate thing whole-heartedly.  Shit, if you want to live with a whole bunch of people who you know and trust (I cannot emphasize that last one enough, do not ever live with someone you don’t trust if you can possibly avoid it), you fucking go, just make sure that you know what you’re getting into.

Humans…we’re social animals, you know?  Even introverts need people, someone who can hold our hand when we’re in pain or stroke our hair when we’re upset, and it’s not a FLAW that you need a social life outside the internet and your possible significant other.  Fuck, that’s normal.  Fuck the ‘nuclear family’ shit, the ‘move out and get your own place’ mentality.   Live with roommates.  Live a few couples in a big house.  Live in an apartment block with a few friends.  Touch your people, hug them, watch stupid movies together, cuddle on the couch, sit in the same room doing your own things, whatever.  Just…have people.  It’s good.

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roachpatrol:

cosmic-aria:

sweetwineandroses:

frank-schlongbottom:

i used to think that a foot of parchment was a lot and feel bad when harry potter characters were assigned to write that much

but then i realized the paper i write on is 8.5 by 11 inches.

so a foot of parchment is the equivalent of like, a page and a half of paper.

they complained SO MUCH about essays that were like

a page and a half

wtf guys

get your shit together

No wonder Hermione always got onto the boys for not doing their homework.

it’s honestly not even a foot and a half it’s just one sheet of paper. a foot is 12 inches. like dang if i had to only write one page long essays in school about cool magic shit then i would have been ecstatic.

also 12pt times new roman— the standard assigned size and font for a lot of essay assignments— produces significantly smaller text than a muggleborn teenageer with a pen and ink quill would be able to manage on the regular, no matter how dedicated she was. ron and harry are frequently noted to be using large handwriting on unlined paper. their homework would have been about three short paragraphs if they were feeling studious. 

no wonder hermione was so fucking exasperated! muggle students their age would have strangled them. 

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