as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.

every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.

until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.

imagine your kid being like “daddy there’s a demon in my closet” and you being like ok son lemme just check that for you :). and you open the door and there’s a demon in the closet

WHAT

You are a werewolf and everyone in the village knows. When its nearing the full moon they all help you baricade yourself in your home since you are the only wheat farmer in town. Everything was fine until some self righteous lord takes over and demands not only your land but your home as well.

Unbelievable. Link to article.

The first ever suicide prevention hotline was created in 1935 bevause a man conducted a funeral for a 14 year old girl who ended her life because she got her period. She didn't know what it was and assumed it was a STD. Learning about periods and sexual health is life saving. Republicans are unapologetically just evil.

You know, here's a thing: I went to Catholic school from age 5 to age 16. (My family's not Christian, but the local public schools weren't great, so -- )

In 4th grade, girls were given a clear, scientific, extremely bland pamphlet about menstruation. It was Boring and Educational. There wasn't any class about it or anything -- just the pamphlet, provided in a plain manila envelope for you to take home.

Starting in 5th grade, the school provided a small pack of pads to girls. This was probably so that anyone who unexpectedly started her period at school would have an emergency supply, but the thing was: this boring pamphlet, this pack of pads handed to you by a nun, made menstruation...so normal. It's so normal that a nun hands you a pack of pads. It's so normal that there's a boring pamphlet. It's just a thing your body does. (It's so normal that you realize, oh, nuns have periods, huh.)

It kills me, KILLS ME, that this totally boring and bland form of education about human bodies is somehow Too Much, Too Scary, Too Sexy, for some people.

What Shame Leads To

So, it's August 5th in Australia at least, so I'm going to go ahead and post this now. This is for Day 5 of Angstfest: Everyone Knows AU - Shame .

@lexosaurus, thanks for letting me use your biology concepts! Also, this is your fault.

Trigger Warnings: Major Character Death, Dissection, Explosions, Surgery, Mass Casualties

Danny took a deep breath as he watched his mother prep the lab table for surgery. He held it for ten seconds, then let it out. Jazz said that deep breathing was supposed to help with anxiety, but his stomach was still tying itself in knots.

“Hey, Danno,” his Dad said from where he was kneeling next to him with an IV drip that was already ready to go. “Do you need to go over the plan again?”

Danny nodded, giving his dad a shaky smile. He was glad he told his parents about the accident. Really, he was. The fight with the lunch lady had freaked him out. There was no way he was going to be able to face that kind of thing alone again. He needed backup and his parents were ghost hunters… even if they hadn’t done anything the first time around.

His Dad nodded back, confident as ever. It was the kind of reassurance Danny needed right now.

”Right,“ Jack said, ”We’re having a hard time identifying the structures in your abdomen from out here, so we're going to go in and take a look.“

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So... no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

26 Jun 23

THE WRITER AND ACTOR’S STRIKES HAVE SUCCESSFULLY PAUSED THE PRODUCTION OF 4 MARVEL MOVIES!!!! thank you striking creatives.

"Individual choice!" is such an obnoxious rallying cry. totally perverts a legitimate usage into utter, disgusting selfishness.

If you make $15 an hour, instead of being mad that fast food workers would make the same as you if the minimum wage were raised, be mad that a fucking parking space makes almost double what you make.

Hey what was that tipline for reporting a pastor endorsing political campaigns? A bunch of people in the Vote No group dont seem to realize that you can take action on violations of church/state separation.

Imagine my shock as a neurodivergent teen when I first realized that using large vocabulary and eloquent speech doesn't make you less likely to be misinterpreted, rather it adds an entirely new layer of misinterpretation I had never even realized existed in the form of people thinking you're being snobbish or condescending when you're just trying to be specific

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

Imagine my shock as a neurodivergent teen when I first realized that using large vocabulary and eloquent speech doesn't make you less likely to be misinterpreted, rather it adds an entirely new layer of misinterpretation I had never even realized existed in the form of people thinking you're being snobbish or condescending when you're just trying to be specific