"Against all authority... Except my mama"

i know kindness exists because i am kind

"people aren't good"

i am people. i am good

you are wrong

if you are capable of it then so are others

be your own proof of concept

to everyone who’s responded to this post with “people are terrible” and “people who call themselves good are bad” and “everyone i’ve ever met is awful” 

this post is for you specifically 

i know we all hate reading comprehension on tumblr dot hell, but this post is not about other people. it’s not about the people who have hurt you, or saved you, or the ones you’ve met or those who you’ve invented in your head

this post is about you

if you cannot find evidence of the goodness around you, if you are jaded and your existence is miserable and you truly believe no one has ever showed you kindness, then this post is for and about you

you can’t control the actions of other people. you can’t make people show you kindness in the ways you want to receive it. if you look for proof of your version of kindness in the people who surround you, and can’t find it, you can decide it doesn’t exist

or you can be your own proof of concept

you are not special

there are at least hundreds of thousands of people who are just like you

so if you can choose to show other kindness - if you can bite back your temper and hold the door open for others and overtip and compliment strangers - then that is proof that hundreds of thousands of people, who are just like you, are capable of doing the same and likely are doing the same

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

the simplest way to increase the number of kind people in the world is to be one

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i love asking my cat 'what's up?' or 'what is it?' or 'what do you want?' and getting that fancy feast stare back at me. girl has no idea what she wants or what is going on she's just experiencing it

me: what's up, miss penny?

miss penny:

If you get any dms on Discord about playtesting a game called "SkyWorld", BLOCK AND REPORT THE ACCOUNT.

This is a virus that takes over your Discord. The website looks like this:

DO NOT DOWNLOAD THE FILES ON THIS SITE. YOUR DISCORD WILL BE HACKED.

Please reblog this so no one else gets this virus.

pizza night is cancelled on account of the

picked him up and put him on the floor and he jumped right back on

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKES

defeat.

peppino get out of there you scamp

i won’t change you for anything

The Stanford prison experiment tapes were so stupid when I watched them in AP psych and so stupid when I watch this film about them. Literally they could’ve all sat and played cards and got $15 a day to tell ghost stories all day and be best friends. But masculinity and whiteness and power created this violent irrationality that positioned young ass men to be met with brutality and trauma and disrespect even when it was obviously taken too far. and it makes no sense. If someone put me in a room with Black girls and said I would get paid $90 a day (that’s the equivalent apparently) to be a prison guard, do you know how fast I’d be sitting with them and learning about them and exchanging Instagrams and like.. sleeping.. like what the fuck was the point of any of that…

My psych teacher introduced us to this study and literally before she showed us was like “don’t ever confuse a study based on one type of person (white men/boys) to be an example of an Everyman situation. There is strong evidence that if this was recreated with diversity, or even just with girls, that the results would have been drastically different. This is an example of bias and sexism in the medical research community.”

“Other, more subtle factors also shaped the experiment. It’s often said that the study participants were ordinary guys—and they were, indeed, determined to be “normal” and healthy by a battery of tests. But they were also a self-selected group who responded to a newspaper advertisement seeking volunteers for “a psychological study of prison life.” In a 2007 study, the psychologists Thomas Carnahan and Sam McFarland asked whether that wording itself may have stacked the odds. They recreated the original ad, and then ran a separate ad omitting the phrase “prison life.” They found that the people who responded to the two ads scored differently on a set of psychological tests. Those who thought that they would be participating in a prison study had significantly higher levels of aggressiveness, authoritarianism, Machiavellianism, narcissism, and social dominance, and they scored lower on measures of empathy and altruism.” http://www.newyorker.com/science/maria-konnikova/the-real-lesson-of-the-stanford-prison-experiment

The thing about this study is that whether or not it’s generalizable to the public is debatable at best.

But it’s certainly generalizable to the population of people who tend to be drawn to prison system and law enforcement jobs because that’s exactly the demographics that tend to show up in those positions.

Please reblog so I have a larger data pool.

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Excerpt from this story from National Geographic:

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(Un)Dead Beat Dad Chap 4

Warnings: some mentions of medical care, also domestic fluff cause im a SLUT for Dad!Jason and his son Chap 3

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Sitting up with a start, Danny readied an ectoblast in his hand, lurching forward in pain at using his powers. He clenched his burning palm to his chest, his core ached but his hand felt as if someone had shot a blast and he had caught it with his bare palm. Danny sucked in a deep painful breath and counted in his head until the pain was more bearable. He listened closer and heard a string of curses from what sounded like the kitchen, and huffed a small laugh at that. Danny carefully shifted the blankets off him and walked to the door, stuffing his hand in his pocket. He reached up and pulled the door open silently, walking towards where the cinnamon smell came from. He turned  the corner and saw Red Hood in the kitchen in normal clothes, making something good smelling at the stove. Danny thought for a moment and padded his way over to the tall man, and tugged on his grey sweatpants. The man jumped and turned, looking down at the small kid in front of him. Danny saw Red Hoods bare face and let out a chirp from his core, throwing his hands to his eyes and spinning around. 

The man huffed a laugh, smiling, “It’s okay, kid. I know your name and face so it’s only fair, right?”

The man crouched down and carefully tugged Danny’s shoulder, turning him around and pulling his hands down slowly, “My name’s Jason, Jason Todd. I’m 20 years old and I'm also Red Hood. Nice to meet you.” 

The man, er, Jason stuck his hand out for him to shake. Danny stuck his small hand into Jason's, his fangs pushing through his close-lipped smile. Jason shook his hand and stood back up, turning to what he was making on the stove. 

“All I’ve got right now for food you can eat is oatmeal, that okay?” Jason turned to Danny as he nodded his head. Danny spun around and walked over to one of the tall counter chairs, grunting trying to pull himself up, one leg on a peg on the chair, Can’t fly up, fuck, what am I supposed to do? He felt two hands grab him and slowly lift him up to the chair. He turned and saw Jason standing there, two bowls of cinnamon oatmeal on the counter. 

He slid one over to Danny with a small spoon in it, “remember to blow on it, it’s hot.” Danny looked down at the oatmeal confused, thinking about what had happened with Jason since yesterday. Danny tilted his head in confusion and looked up to Jason, lifting his hands up.

‘Why are you helping me?’ Danny signed. Jason paused for a moment, a spoon hanging from his mouth. He pulled it out and set the spoon back in the bowl.

“Well, I saw you were hurt and needed help that I was able to give you, so I’m gonna help you however I can,” Jason stared into his bowl for a moment, glancing up at the boy in front of him, “Do you… hm. Danny, do you have somewhere to go? Someone I can call?” 

Danny looked down at his lap, wringing his hands together. He thought of his paren- Jack and Maddie, thought of Jazz, thought of Sam and Tucker. Jazz was off at college and likely didn’t even know he was gone. Best not to bother her, she got out. Jazz got a normal life, that's all Danny could have wanted, he can’t drag her back into his ghostly shit just because he needs help. Sam and Tuck though, he doesn't know what happened with them. The day he told Jack and Maddie he texted them, telling them to come over so they could celebrate because his parents took it well! All they did was go down to their lab after giving him a kiss on his forehead, that deserved a little celebration! But, Sam and Tuck never came. Not that day, not when Jack and Maddie drugged and dragged him down to the basement, no, lab, and not when he was screaming, crying, begging for them to stop please stop-

A single glowing tear fell down Danny’s cheek. He lifted a shaking hand and signed out a ‘no’ Jason bit his lip and sighed, reaching forward and ruffling Danny’s hair, pulling him away from his thoughts before he could spiral anymore. Jason had been there before, that kid didn’t need to. He looked up through his messy bangs at Jasons soft smile.

“Well, if you’d like, I have a spare room you can stay in for now, only as long as you want, of course.” Jason said softly, bring his arms back to fold them against the table. Danny stilled for a moment, thinking about what Gotham had said the night before. She said Jason was safe, and she trusted him. Hmm. Well, Danny could always use his powers against Jason if he really needed to, he really hopes he doesn't so, he guesses he’ll be okay. Danny nods and smirks at Jasons clear smile. Jason nods and nudges the oatmeal at Danny again, “Eat up kid, before it gets cold.”

Danny looks down at it and sniffs it, trying to smell for anything out of the ordinary. Smelling nothing, Danny lifts the slightly-too-big spoon to his mouth and tastes it- oh, it’s good. Danny freezes and looks up towards Jason in shock, his face making Jason duck his head in laughter

‘How?’ Danny signs, confused 

Jason laughs again, “Pretty good, huh?” Danny nods and swallows the bit in his mouth, greedily scooping for more. “Yeah, Alfie taught me everything I know about cooking. He and I made a lot together- oh hey, Danny, slow down” Jason stared at Danny’s puffed cheeks full of food. Danny winced as he swallowed, sheepishly smiling at Jason. He lifted his hands with a blush, ‘my favorite, how did you know?’ Jason smiled “Don’t worry about that kid.” They continued eating in silence.

Jason looked at Danny's hair again, it was matted and bloody, far overdue for a wash. He thought for a moment, “Is it alright if we wash your hair up after this?” 

Danny thought for a moment, pulling his hair down to see, and ew, he looked towards Jason and nodded, scooping the last bit of oatmeal into his mouth. Jason grabbed the empty bowls and brought them to the sink, rinsing them off and tossing them into the dishwasher. He turned around and walked over to Danny, “Mind if I pick you up? You really shouldn’t be moving around too much, with your injuries.” Danny nodded and Jason reached down, carefully pulling Danny onto his hip and walking towards the bathroom, pulling a chair with his free hand.

Once they got to the bathroom, Jason carefully placed Danny on the chair, leaning it back against the sink and using his foot as a stopper so it didnt fall. He looked down at Danny, sitting there pulling on his fingers.

“Got any temp preference?” He asked. Danny looked up and shook his head no, so Jason just nodded and turned the water on, struggling with the handles for a moment before he found the right temperature. He sat Danny a bit higher on the chair and laid a washcloth on the edge of the sink so it wouldnt hurt his neck. Jason leaned Danny’s head back and started scooping water onto his hair, using his fingers to gently comb through it and pull out large chunks of blood and… something else out as he went. Jason had ended up using shampoo three times to wash out Danny’s hair, and ending with a little conditioner to keep his hair soft (Jasons not an animal, okay? Properly separating shampoo and conditioner is very important) and, finally, used a towel to pat Danny’s head softly. He looked down at the boy in front of him, who had fallen asleep at some point. Jason smiled softly and huffed a small laugh, gently tapping his shoulder to wake him up. His eyes flung open and he stared at Jason for a moment, before relaxing again.

“All finished in here. What do you say about heading out to the living room and watching a movie? I’ll make some hot cocoa?” Jason offered up. Danny seemed to think about it for a bit before nodding at him, a nervous smile on his face. Jasons smile widened a bit as he picked up the boy and carefully brought him to his couch with a towel, setting Danny down and picking up the remote. “So, what do you wanna watch?” 

Danny perked up, lifting his hands signing ‘Dead Teacher 4’ excitedly.

“Oh? And whats that movie about?” Jason asked, but he felt stupid since it was in the name

‘Zombies’ Danny signed with a smile on his face.

“Well, I’m not exactly the first person I would ask, but personally, I dont think a zombie horror movie about school teachers is appropriate for a six year old.” Jason sighed out. Danny pouted.

‘But I’ve already seen it, and I know about your work as Red Hood. And!’ He signed with purpose, ‘if it gets too scary you can turn it off, right?’  he stuck out his bottom lip and gave his best puppy eyes as he tried to plead to the crime lord who once dropped several severed heads in a duffle bag on a table as an intimidation tactic, who got training to become a proffessional assassin, who has aquired a very high confirmed kill count, wo has ended lives without a second thought and who is running a large portion of Crime Alley as they speak. The very same crime lord who seemed to be breaking by the second.

Jason sighed after a moment and held up the remote to point at Danny, “Fine. But no games, alright? You said it yourself, if I think It’s too scary for you to be watching them its getting turned off immediately.” Danny gave a toothy smile as Jason turned to get the movie started with a sarcastic huff. Hell yeah! His parents never would’ve let him watch that, not even Jazz and he always had to go with Sam and Tucker and he had to- oh. Right. Dannys face fell as he stared at the ground. He wearily pulled one of his legs up to his chest as he thought about his family. Well, what was left of it, if there even was anything. A hand laid itself softly on his shoulder.

“How are you, kid?” Jason asked, the movie ready on the tv behind him, huh, he’d been lost in his head longer than he thought. Danny looked down at the floor again, trying to clear the thoughts from his head. Jason seemed to notice and stood, grabbing a blanket before draping it over Danny, the warmpth encompassing him. It took another minute or two of Jason’s grounding hand on his shoulder and his own fingers running over the soft blanket over him before he looked back up at Jason and smiled, ‘better now’

“Thats good to know. You ready for the movie?” he nodded and Jason smiled in response, pacing towards the kitchen. “So, kid, how do you like your hot chocolate? Water, milk, sweet, bitter, with peppermint, what’cha thinkin?” He looked back towards Danny over the counter, who was looking at him like he just offered him a lifetime supply of candy.

‘It can have all that?’ Danny signed with wide eyes. Okay, they’re definitely trying every single one. Theres no way he could possibly live with the Jason Todd without knowing his favorite hot cocoa recipe, especially without knowing you could make so many different kinds? Alfred would simply die if he heard of it. Jason only smiled though and winked at Danny.

“You bet kid, I’ll make my personal recipe and you tell me what you think, yeah?” Jason looked up from where he was grabbing a cutting board and saw Danny eagerly nodding his head. Well, He can’t just leave a kid like that, so he got to work. Throwing a pot of milk on the stove to boil, throwing a bit of chopped up chocolate, sprinkling in some cinnamon, When it was done melting together, he laid down a small piece of homemade fudge-leftover from his last visit to the manor- into each mug before pouring in the chocolatey mix and letting it melt the fudge for a few minutes. He then added a bit more milk to cool it down, and topped it with some mini marshmallows.He waited until the hot chocolate was at a safe temperature for Danny before bringing them over, it seemed like the movie hadn’t even started yet. “What, not interested anymore?” He joked as he handed the warm mug to the small kid. He shook his head and brought up a hand, ‘waiting for you’. Jason stilled at that. If his heart felt like it grew a few sizes, well that for him to know. Jason set his cup down on the table next to the couch and started the movie, walking around to behind Danny.

“I’m gonna try and dry off some of your hair, though it seems pretty good now.” Jason stared for a moment and thought. Danny’s hair was long, Before when it was messy and matted with blood, it had looked short.  But once clean it was clear how long it really was, down to his shoulders in some spots. He didn’t think anything of it but now that he could really watch Danny, he saw that he was constantly pushing it out of his eyes and glaring at it, huffing and moving it and... yeah, Danny didn’t like it. He thought for a moment. “Hey, kid, I know im not exactly a hair stylist or anything, but would you like me to cut your hair?” Danny spun around, confusion on his face. “If you don’t want me to it’s fine, no big deal okay-” He was cut off by Danny waving his hands around in front of him, stopping for a moment to think before signing, ‘I don’t like it long.’ his hands stilled a moment in thought, ‘please, cut it’ And even if Jason knew he would butcher it, he couldn’t say no to that face. Jason smiled and walked into his kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors and returning with the smile still on his face.

“How short do you want it kid?” He asked. Danny thought for a moment and held his fingers up, pinched not too far apart from eachother. Jason nodded to him completely serious, “I’ll see what I can do for ya.” Jason said mocking a hair stylist. Truth be told he was nervous, he had never cut someone elses hair before, but he was a strong hard-working vigilante who had taken down insanely strong criminals before, how hard could a haircut be? 

Hard, apparently, as he was cutting off pieces here and there, doing what he could to keep it even and at the length Danny asked, he got to the side of Danny’s head when he barely missed the kids ear. His pointed ear. His breath hitched and Danny’s ear twitched. Looking up at him in confusion, tilting his head like a confused puppy at Jason, who just smiled and patted his head. “Almost done, kid.” He had to be careful not to clip the kids ear, but god there’s gonna be so much hair on his couch for weeks after this. Jason finished it up and stood back, he thinks he did alright! Okay fine, he did okay, but Danny won’t mind all too much, right? Jason stepped around to look at Danny in front of him, smiling when danny let out small noises of complaint when he couldn’t see the movie. Dannys messy-wavy hair definitely made the hairstyle look better. Jason smiled and ruffled his hair, walking back to the kitchen to grab a lint roller from his bullshit-drawer and walking back over to danny, using a few sheets to clean up the boy and his couch, god his couch.

Jason tossed the sticky wrappers and checked the time, seeing that it was about when he should play doctor and check on Danny. He walked into his room where hes been holding everything while he cares for Danny throughout the hours, grabbing the materials and bringing them into the room with the small boy. He stepped in front of Danny and sat on his knees, looking up at the boy.

“I gotta and clean you up a bit, sound good?” He asked Danny. Danny looked down and pulled his shirt up, leaning back into the couch. “Alright, I’ll try and be careful but you tell me if anything hurts, okay?” Danny nodded.

Jason pulled the small bulb at the end of the tube and drained it into a red solo cup, squeezing it and attatching it back to the tube. He pulled off the old gause and grabbed some new pieces, using a wet washcloth to dab around the insertion of the tubes before taping new gause on again. Using this time to really see Danny’s skin up close without him panicking, he could see all the small bruises and cuts deep in his skin. Jason huffed and tugged Danny’s shirt back down. Standing up and grabbing everything he brought over, he tookit to the trash and washed his hands. He walked back over and sat next to danny, warning the boy before massaging his legs for him, both groaning at bad parts in the movie and talking about how the movie is really just so bad it’s good.

The movie finally finished and Jason and Danny sat on the couch, pissed by the cliffhanger the movie left them on.

“Oh come on, you can’t just tease us like that!” Jason yelled at the TV.

“Exactly! And we aren’t even sure if there’s going to be another one! It’s bullshit!” Danny huffed.

“Language, kid. But yeah, you’re right it’s bullshit.” Jason leaned back into the couch, worn down from all the times his friends and family came over, from the times he crashed on the couch instead of his bed, of being used for so long that it creaked at the slightest movement. He needs a new couch. With a huff he leaned foreward and grabbed the remote, going to turn the TV off, when Danny tapped his arm to get his attention, signing to him.

‘What’s your favorite movie?’ 

Huh. He really didn’t watch a lot of movies. Books, yeah he could talk about them for hours but movies? He never really watched them. Hmm. Well, when he was robin he dragged Dick into watching The Princess Bride together when Dick was on about “brotherly bonding”. Why would Danny ask?. 

“Well, I like The Princess Bride. Why?” Jason asked, confused.

Danny looked at his lap and squirmed for a second, and Jason had thought he had said something wrong until the boy raised his hands again, ‘Let’s watch it, so we know each others favorite movies.’ Jason smiled at that.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” He opened up Dicks Disney+ account he stole the password to and started the movie, pretending not to notice when Danny started nodding off next to him. Once Danny had slumped his head, Jason reached over and softly tucked Danny’s head into his side, rubbing small circles into his back. And if Danny started making rumbling noises from his chest and curling his small body into Jasons side? Well, Jason wouldn’t ask or tell.

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Alright, I need to have a chat with the teenagers that follow me, specifically regarding lying about your age and nsfw content. This isn’t directed at anyone, but I think it’s a convo that needs to be had in general.

I was a teenager once. I get it. Everyone lies about their age online. Maybe not to other people, but I’m sure every minor has clicked a ‘yeah, sure, I’m 18+” button at some point in their lives. I’m not here to shame you for that.

What I am here to say is it is vital that teenagers understand the difference between engaging in sexual content independently (ie, entering a fake birthday to access 18+ content), and lying about your age to engage in sexual activities with others online (joining discord servers/using nsfw channels intended for adults only/lying about your age to talk to nsfw content creators/commissioning nsfw art/etc).

Lying about your age to a website so you can look at porn is one thing. It’s an entirely independent experience, where the only consent that really matters is yours. Nobody has any power over you in this situation, and there’s about no chance of legal consequences.

However, lying about your age to other human beings is extremely different. If you’re engaging in nsfw roleplay with a friend about the same age as you, talking about sex with other teenagers, sharing nsfw fics among friends, that’s one thing. But do not lie about your age to engage in sexual activities/discussions. Not only is something that could have actual legal ramifications, and very serious ones depending on what’ going on, but it’s a violation of the other people’s consent. The moment other real people are involved, you need to be respectful of their boundaries & what is and isn’t appropriate for you to be engaging with. If they say no minors, I don’t care if you’re 17.5, you stay out until you are 18 years old.

Examples of situations where it is never okay to lie or mislead anyone about your age online include:

I know that adult websites have basically trained teenagers to just say they’re 18 and move on, but it is vital that teenagers understand that it is never okay to lie about your age when directly engaging in any kind of sexual activity. Knowing people’s age is a vital part of consent, and if an adult is found to have been engaging in sexual activity with a minor, they could face life long legal consequences. Not only that, but a basic facet of consent is clear, honest communication. If you are lying to a partner, then you do not have consent. Lying about your age is a huge violation of consent.

That’s not to say you can never mention sex around adults online. There are times and places where you may be asking for advice, or even just making jokes about sex or whatever. That’s all well and good, so long as everyone is on the same page. It’s on adults to make sure that we are behaving appropriately around minors online, and make sure that we’re setting boundaries in those relationships. But it’s on minors to communicate that they are minors, and respect those boundaries that are set.

So, tl;dr,

Lying about your age to access a porn site is fine. Lying about your age to engage in sexual situations/adult-only spaces where other real human beings are involved is not.

I remember being at a con ages ago and witnessing a minor and her friend DEMANDING access to 18+ material in the Artist Gallery, saying that she’d seen much worse on the internet so the artists were being both unfair AND stupid not letting her view it. They said you’re right, we can’t prevent you from looking at smut on the internet, so feel free to go back to your room and do that

I think that anecdote perfectly demonstrates the point of disconnect:

The 2 teens demanded to see the nsfw material on the grounds that they’d seen worse, they could handle it.

Teenagers who do these things think that “don’t lie about your age” is about their protection. And they object bc they feel that they are perfectly safe doing it.

But it’s not about them. It’s about the people they are lying to.

If this is you, please realize: This is not a case of adults trying to baby you. It’s not about whether anyone thinks you can handle it. It’s about the fact that they don’t want it. These adults are protecting their own boundaries, not trying to set yours.

This octopus candle holder that my sister hand made in a pottery studio.

tell your sister good fucking job