first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go
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THIS IS SO FUNNY I'M SORRY
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You're scared of your kids seeing rainbows.
We're scared of our kids being beaten to death.
Know the difference.
This is why we march.
This is why we fight.
This is why we have Pride.
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We have a bird playing on our skylight window.
this bird:
But all outdoor slides are free when ur a bird.
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i would have played pretend on the playground with all of u btw
Taping my bandaids down with transparent tape so my bandaids don’t fall off when I make sandwich and do the dishes.
drinking my lermanade
I reblogged this yesterday, but I want to reblog it again. Diabetic ketoacidosis turns your blood acidic and will essentially burn you from the inside out.
The stories you hear of people dying from rationing, this is what happens to their body.
Affordable insulin isn’t just a right, it’s a necessity.
No one should have to die like that when it’s preventable with access to proper medication.
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I want to see a work of fiction that reverses the "vampires are snobby upper class, werewolves are brutish lower class" stereotypes
Consider a vampire's reliance on blood as a metaphor for living paycheck-to-paycheck and depending on the kindness of others to get by, and the desparation that can make one slip into taking.
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#meanwhile werewolves who like #treat the full moon like a monthly vacation#or like aristocrats on a hunting trip #claiming unnecessarily large swaths of land as territory #or just throwing their weight around wherever they please #waking up the next morning either oblivious#or entirely indifferent #to the devastation#environmental and personal #they've left in their wake #maybe even doing it on purpose#most dangerous game-ing people #just to keep the wolf 'stimulated' #something like this?
A gif from Pacific Rim, where Stacker Pentecost says "You, keep talking.]
Let me know when this is published
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stop. stop. it is not just the women and children of gaza. it is not just the mothers. it is also the men. the fathers, the uncles, the vendor, the neighbor, the barber. stop dehumanising them. they are also being killed. they are also being bombed. they are also losing loved ones. palestinians are also losing their fathers and brothers. stop it. stop erasing the pain and suffering of palestinian men. they deserve our love, care and voice just as much as the women and children do.
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Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And here’s my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
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“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing,”
That’s one of the first things Miraculous ladybug has taught us. And I am done doing nothing.
In almost a month, According to the ministry of health in Gaza, 10.000 civillians have been killed in Gaza. 4000 of those are children.
Parents have been writing their childrens name on them so that they’ll be easier to identify if they get killed. This child’s hand reads ‘ladybug’ in Arabic.
Free Palestine.
I deleted the original post because I was terrified for my stupid status within the fandom, so only reblogs exist.
But seriously fuck it,
Free Palestine.
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Anonymous asked:
What do you crave while you're on your period? I always crave yogurt
a hysterectomy
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I’m back on my rayllum bullshit
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Tension
Summary: Rayla knew things would be difficult between her and Callum, what she wasn't expecting was the tension.
Pairing: Rayla/Callum
Rating: Mature
He looked at her, actually looked at her, confusion obvious on his face. There was an intensity to his eyes that made her pulse race in an incredibly unhelpful fashion.
Rayla felt anger deep in her belly and tried to ignore it. “That back there-” she gestured to the part of the forest where they’d made camp. “Snapping at Ezran over how to light a fire or yelling at Soren for not knowing which way was north-”
He looked away, clearly ashamed.
“I know it’s not about those things, Callum.” She took a deep breath, attempting to ignore the rapid beating of her heart from simply being this close to him. “I know it’s about me.”
AO3 Link: Tension
Feeling adventurous today, so I may just poop your pants
feeling emotionally exhausted, wbu?