Husband = בעל/Ba'al, with a ע
Onion = בצל/Batzal, with a צ
in depth review of 9 sorts of whiteboard markers assessed on a variety of criteria
well worth a read.
Wait where’s the rest of the marker test for whiteboard erasability over time??
Retro Style Pride Flag Shirts from Sabor a Libertad
Genderqueer // Pan // Aromantic // Asexual // Poly
No 💕
These shirts are not from the target pride collection. These are designed and made by a small queer owned indie business. If they made them any cheaper they wouldn’t be paid fairly for their work and costs would need to be cut somewhere meaning the actual shirt would be made less ethically.
Also. 45 dollars for a shirt is pretty affordable.
If items like this aren’t affordable to you right now, that’s fine and I’m sorry you’re in that situation. I have very much been there. But ffs stop putting shit like this on posts.
It’s pride. How ‘bout y’all actually support some queer owned businesses this month yeah?
if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon
The group chat has decided that since I've only had one sexual relationship and it wasn't a very good one and I've since transitioned, changed my legal name, undergone hormone therapy and now had bottom surgery, that I have ship of theseus'ed my way back to being a virgin
I'm having the weirdest fucking pride month
This is terrible but today when I was playing volleyball outside with some friends one of their children (18 months) was sort of ambling around on his stumpy little toddler legs and so we were all trying to be careful and like not spike the ball onto the baby but then he wandered over to his father, who picked him up bc dad reflexes, and then the ball got passed over to the dad and he sort of had a no thoughts moment and instinctively used his child to smack the volleyball over to the next person. Like he just swung the kid and used his legs like a baseball bat. I'm never going to forget his face of premature regret mid baby-manuever right when he realized what he was doing AND the instant he realized his wife saw it happen. Anyway the baby was fine he didn't make contact with the ball all that hard and he was just mad his dad wouldn't use him as a club again but I had to sit down because I laughed so hard I cried.
that unapparent summer air in early fall
the quiet comprehending of the ending of it all
the funniest thing ever just happened to me
im changing my name purely bc i don’t like it and we just told my family like a month ago. i haven’t been home since then but today i got back and my (extremely country) uncle gives me a pat on the back and goes “so i hear you’re my nephew now. proud of you, son” and i have to very gently say i am so so happy to hear that but i am still his niece just with a cooler name. and he throws his hat down on the table and goes “no! but ive been practicing!” so now he is calling me his nephew for fun
tayloralisonswft
You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill.
lumos5001
you can just see the moment she decides “fuck this I will make you pay for what you have done”
And this, too: that Peeta walked into this room (this room where you earn your rank, where you perform for your life against an uncaring panel, this room that helps determine your chance for survival) and said, this, this is my chosen skill.
You are sending me into a doomed field, to do battle against a few dozen strangers and the woman I love, to put blood on my hands and ratings on your networks, and you have asked me to step into this room and show you what I am worth. This is my worth, laid out on the floor, on a bed of flowers. You asked me to be a killer. This is how I kill you.
But also: that this is about Rue. This is a story about people mattering.Peeta is asked to present his skill, to prove his worth, and the thing he chooses is about someone else. He takes these precious moments of spotlight (the boy is so good at spotlight), and offers them up in Rue’s memory, for her, for himself, for the woman he knows will walk into this room after him. He has stopped caring about survival (he stopped in the first book, the moment they called his name), which leaves him space to decide what matters. This matters. This is how she died: loved, mourned. This is your sin and I will stain your world with it.
This is about a girl who never grew into a woman. It’s about an honest friendship in the midst of a manufactured murder spree; that in the middle of a war for her life, Katniss Everdeen stopped to mourn, because Rue mattered. It’s about this baker’s boy standing in a room full of weapons and the breaths of desperate, dying children and painting a remembrance of love and loss on the concrete floor.
In Peeta’s hands, love is a weapon. Katniss fires an arrow at the gamemasters to get their attention, and so does he.
How long it took for the paraglider to show up kinda had me stressed.