Seconded.

If you think there is any justification whatsoever for why a 12-year-old should have to give birth to her own sister, please unfollow and block me, and politely refrain from voting for the next 20 years.

If you think that “some abortions should be allowed, but not, y’know, just using it as birth control,” feel free to support the laws that do that, instead of the ones that criminalize miscarriage and allow rapists to demand 18 years of access to their victims. (Hint: None of the current forced-birth laws allow a pregnant person to choose the option that is least damaging to her body.)

Oh, and you should also unfollow and block me, because I think you’re also a misogynistic thug who is absorbing oxygen that could be better used to decrease the global temperature.

Kindly unfriend and block me. I don’t need your ignorance in my sphere.

If you think restricting a woman’s right to abortion in any manner or for any reason is acceptable then please unfollow and block this blog.

TUMBLR. Should I or should I not use my pyrotechnic skills to build a flaming sword and have a full on good omens fan-panic attack

First sword update!

Oh hell yeah

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Actual good first-time college student advice:

I did none of this and it bit me in the ass every time so this is EXCELLENT ADVICE.

ADDITIONAL ADVICE

Don’t let a mental health day turn into a mental health week because you will be so screwed.

Pay attention to the syllabus and do not lose it. A lot of professors put all of the assignment due dates in there and ONLY in there.

If your school has blackboard or moodle etc. CHECK IT. a lot of professors will only post certain info there and not talk about it in class

Check your student email account weekly. A lot of it will be unimportant junk but sometimes it’s the only way professors will communicate.

Check your student email multiple times DAILY. 

THANK YOU. I’m so glad i have resources like this queued up in my ‘college’ tag bc honestly i was so stressed before

Advice from someone who really fucked up their freshman year:

READINGS ARE NOT OPTIONAL.

I REPEAT. READINGS. ARE. NOT. OPTIONAL.

Put them in your schedule, read BEFORE class. And summarise it. For bonus points, come up with some questions about the text and go introduce yourself to your professor either after class or during office hours, and ask them about it. This will make them much more likely to remember you in a positive light (and possibly bump your grade up if you hit a hard patch.)

Your library will have a copy of your textbook. If you cannot afford to rent it, you can go to the library and borrow it from the front desk for a few hours whenever you need it. It is there for you, okay? 

SO DO YOUR READINGS.

when I was in high school my AP english teacher told us we weren’t allowed to eat in class so I took that as a personal challenge to see what the most ridiculous thing I could eat in class without getting caught was so I started bringing soup to class and as soon as I’d crack the lid of my thermos the tiniest bit this football player that sat like 3 rows in front of me would going “I SMELL MEAT SOMEONE HAS SOUP” and no one ever believed him

The only valid response

My AP English teacher once stopped class for fifteen minutes to hunt a wasp, but if she’d banned food I would have understood, based on what happened in our class sophomore year.

(#also the football player in my class had a +2 to sleeping in class #so there’s that #am i truly fishing for someone to ask about the kool aid story #yes probably)

OK, I’ll bite. Please do tell, now I’m curious.

My sophomore year american lit teacher was two things: new to teaching and bad at thinking things through. We read The Scarlet Letter over the summer, had to turn it in 2 weeks before the semester started, and for some reason known only to herself and possibly god, she decided not only to make our seating assignment by the grade we got on it, but to actually say so to the class.

Naturally, from this moment forth, we hated her. Under this seating assignment, which lasted all year due to block scheduling, I was grouped with the student council secretary, who had never done anything remotely sneaky in her entire life, and the aforementioned football player, who I had known since birth (his) and with whom I had spent most of august having an in-depth discussion of the summer reading (mine) due to disappointments about frankenstein the year before.

At the other end of the classroom was group B-, a pissed off cluster of orchestra students who were about to turn analyzing the american dream into a blood sport and take all of us with them. We’ll get back to them in a moment.

Somewhat importantly, the three of us sat where the teacher’s back was constantly to us - an inoffensive idea most of the time, except for the amount of resentment simmering in that classroom. Our first semester was short stories, and football season, which lead to Football Player suffering a torn rotator cuff. Somewhat by accident, we discovered that the teacher would not notice him sleeping off his painkillers if Student Council or I pinched his good arm when she finally turned around: He’d bolt upright and mutter something about it being symbolic of the american dream. It’s due to this that the class as a whole worked out that if he was still getting an A+ while on lots of codeine, and group B- had not seen significant increases in their grades, that there wasn’t any actual grading going on.

When our mid-semester project was announced to be an in-depth analysis of a specific character or theme for The Scarlet Letter, and that extra credit would be given for anyone who brought in an appropriately symbolic food, group B- decided to kill two birds with one stone.

They brought in cookies - snickerdoodles with shiny red sugar sprinkles - and explained how they were symbolic of something to do with Dimmesdale… then waited until we bit into them.

The sugar sprinkles were salt, dyed red with food coloring. The symbolism was about deception. They got extra credit, we yelled at them, the cookies were thrown out.

Enter the end of semester project, which was on the Great Gatsby, except people did an in depth creative analysis of a chapter, and my group got the one where Gatsby’s body is discovered, took one look at each other, and decided to go all out.

We met at Student Council Secretary’s house with half a plan, and spent a Saturday afternoon going bananas. We had a game board where each group would play a trivia game about the chapter using a car symbolic of the character they were playing as (several vintage hot wheels were donated to the cause: Football and I had very angry younger brothers, later.) We had an expressionist/Dadaist/give the football player scissors poster depicting the scene of Gatsby’s death, complete with “money growing on trees” because it was faster to chop up rectangles of green construction paper in the paper cutter than to put extra work into it. We had everything… except an appropriately symbolic food.

“We should make them toast to the american dream and the trivia game winner at the end,” said Student Council. “With red koolaid,” said Football, who in addition to having slept through the first half of the semester has an unfortunate sense of humor, “To symbolize the characters’ gullibility as well as Gatsby’s blood.”

I’m not going to take credit or blame for what happened next, except to say that when you’ve known someone since birth, then been separated for the length of middle school due to districting, and then spent the last year and change rediscovering that you’re both fairly bright teenage idiots with no faith in authority while simultaneously making the worst puking noises you can manage when people mistakenly assume you’re dating, you fuel each other’s bad ideas until they become a california wildfire.

Student Council is relatively blameless, and in fact, tried to talk us out of it.

We waited. We presented. We played a trivia game and waxed rhapsodic about impressionism and did a lot of bullshitting about symbolism, and we passed out a stack of red solo cups half full of red koolaid, which NO ONE was to drink until the toast. Who won the race for the american dream? Doesn’t matter. 

“A Toast!” declared Football, “To Achieving the American Dream!” and everyone drank but us.

There was an immediate storm of spitting and yelling from the class, who had drank the kool-aid responsibly, only to discover that it had been made with many, many cups of salt instead of sugar. Group B the second (formerly group B-) was particularly loud, but not louder than our teacher, who had drank her koolaid like a shot, and was gagging enthusiastically into the classroom trashcan. Student Council was ready to die of embarassment, but Football was nothing but thorough when he decided to piss people off.

“And that kool aid is symbolic of Jay Gatsby’s blood!” he shouted, as the bell rang and I shoved him out the door before the second hour honors american english class could commit a homicide.

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

I would marry this man

guys we broke another post because this one’s not showing any notes

When I liked it, it flashed “0 notes”

It’s showing -1 notes

one note dhshhs

Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.

This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you

Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.

Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.

Remember that.

You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift. 

Every one of you is loved and valued.

to be fair though it has to be accompanied by that exact image, otherwise the format could be read as extreme disbelief/loud exclamations

Oh yes there’s no way to convey ~SaRcAsM~ through written text.

I dunno this ways always worked for me ^^^^^

Hmmmm. No. No sarcasm. Oh no. Never any sarcasm here. What. Whatever would we do if you could display sarcasm through text. Oh my. How could you suggest such a thing. Oh jeez.

That settles it. The older generations are just weak.

Okay but I kinda hat the Dan and Phil fandom because of how the fandom is like “they are so gay! Gay gay gay! They love each other very much and there is no way it’s platonic!” And it pisses me off because these are REAL LIFE people who have relationships and everything else for god sake, they are not your fictional OTP they are real people with real feelings and none of y'all even know them personally, you know what they put on screen. And guess what guys can live together and be good friends without being romantically involved

This also kinda brings up the supernatural fandom which ships Misha and Jensen both of which have separate lives with happy marriages and lovely children and yet y'all say stuff at conventions about them and while granted, Misha hasn’t helped the situation by encouraging the fans basically, anyone with eyes can see that it makes Jensen uncomfortable and it’s just plain rude.

And on a final note, don’t make comments of how you get aroused/find the actors/actresses, youtubers, or really any famous person (or person in general) attractive especially if they are already in a relationship, it’s weird, and creepy, and frankly just gross and can be considered offensive if they are in a relationship, an example of this is when someone at a convention asked Jensen a question and it quickly got out of hand and the fan said something inappropriate, Jensen got so uncomfortable that he went back stage and Jared had to convince him to come back out, it also just so happened that his wife and like 2 year old daughter was there and that’s probably part of why he got so uncomfortable, don’t say shit like “I’d do you” or whatever, it’s rude and insensitive, talk about fictional characters all you want but treat the real people with respect.

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Ten Major Artists:

Wong Wong & Lulu

Pepper examining himself before commencing a self-portrait

Pepper’s self-portrait

Tiger the spontaneous reductionist

Misty goes off the wall

Minnie, the abstract expressionist

Minnie’s Reindeer in Provence, 1992.

Smokey painting after an hour in the catnip patch

Smokey at work

Ginger’s Stripped Bare Birds, 1992.

Princess, the elemental fragmentist

Charlie, the peripheral realist

this literally makes me so happy

Funny how sex is an irresistible human urge when a man rapes a woman but when a woman gets pregnant and wants an abortion she should have been smarter and thought twice before having sex if she didn’t want a child

My reblog speed tho -

So quick

I think I’ve became the flash with how fast I rebloged this

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

goddamn it

Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

Koop

This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it

1.4 almost ps not risking it

Fuck this post

I am sorry…

I fucks with my moms too heavy to be playing games. REBLOG

Hell no.

Sorry

Y'all really got a porn blog out here doin it.

I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to my Mom lol

I second my husband’s emotion! Lol

This is supposed to be a porn blog but NO

Scrolled past but got paranoid

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WHY IS THIS POST BACK?

Omg this my second time seeing this shit I hate these

Im so sorry and i hate these! But i never want to chance it!!

PILAR

😤😤😤😤

Love my mom

Love ya mommy bear

I love you mommy.

i am literally not risking it idec

I can’t risk this

There is explicit nonbinary representation on my math homework

rb if you support them

Bin’s identity is valid BUT👏THEIR👏ANSWER👏IS👏NOT👏