nobody cares and it's not cool

To all the guys binding this summer

-Jean vests are your best friend they keep you cool and cover your chest.

-Drink large amounts of water. Layers means heat and dehydration.

-If your binder is showing under your tank top, nobody cares. They’ll probably assume its an undershirt or none of their business.

-This wont be forever. One day you will never have to bind again and you’ll be able to swim, run, and wear what ever you want. Keep on keeping on.

What your favorite Beatles album says about you
  • Please Please Me: you're cool and care about your hairdo, but you've got a softer side. you giggle when boys look at you from across the room.
  • With the Beatles: you really like the Beatles, but for some reason you don't wanna hear them do their own songs. but you really, really like the Beatles.
  • A Hard Day's Night: nobody really knows the real you. they think you're a suave, energetic socialite. deep down, you're a farm hand with a piece of wheat sticking out of your mouth, trying not to cry. you can cry if you want. it's okay to cry.
  • Beatles for Sale: you think your friends all secretly hate you, and you think strangers all secretly love you. also, George is your favorite Beatle and you like hearing Paul scream.
  • Help!: you really like ironic humor and feeling sorry for yourself, and you think people would be happier without you in the picture. you need to understand people care about you, and you should learn to like yourself. but proposing to a girl in a jumping 12 bar is wrong. don't do that.
  • Rubber Soul: when people ask you what kind of music you listen to, you say you like all different kinds.
  • Revolver: crawling into bed, you're half asleep before you remember to set your alarm. you do it with one eye open.
  • Sgt. Pepper: people say you're really together, but you know you're not. you wonder why people think you're seamless. you have so many seams. it seems they don't see your seams.
  • Magical Mystery Tour: your parents fought a lot in front of you. i'm sorry.
  • The White Album: you're greedy and like the blues.
  • Yellow Submarine: this album says a lot more about you than i have room to type about sorry you can pm me
  • Abbey Road: you won't stop trying until you're sitting at the top in a gold encrusted throne made of the skulls of your enemies and the good wishes of your friends. you don't know how to rap.
  • Let It Be: you think you have an intimate relationship with somewhere between 1 and 4 of the Beatles in a way they'll never understand. you watch a movie again if it makes you cry.

mmm whenever black women talk about issues surrounding appropriation and blackface, NOBODY  cares. not even black men.

its like this. black women cant get away with wearing braids, dreads, and anything about our culture without being called ghetto, ratchet or a mess but white and non black POC can get away with the same shit and be called fashion forward, and get hella compliments. 

people will come at black women for wearing colorful hair but a white girl does it and she’s cool. black girls get expelled for wearing braids but non black girls are allowed to.


Games-Giving - wherein Nanami gives out games to the rest of the sdr2 kids

Somewhere in between the crammed spaces was a logical explanation as to why everyone was packed into Nanami’s already condensed cottage.

Initially, she wanted to bring her stuff with her to the lobby where it’s much more spacious but looking back at her hoards of console she knew that it would take too many trips and by then someone would have walked in and ruined the surprise for the rest. Besides, wasn’t this a surprise in its own way? Granted there’s barely enough room for them to breathe and much less to play but it would have to do. Once everyone had settled in as much as they could possibly have, Nanami started handing out the games and necessary consoles.

“Hanamura, you’re getting Cooking Mama.” She says and before he could be offended at a cheap knock-off of real cooking, she explains her choice. “I know how much you miss your mom… I know that the mama here isn’t exactly like yours, maybe. But I figured it might help with the homesickness hopefully.”

He looks at a loss for words. “This is… a wonderful choice.” And before he could get sappy, old habits kick in. “I’ll have you know that you are an exquisite choice yourself. You don’t need to flatter me with gifts if you want to spend a good time with me.”

She listens quietly, unresponsive. And then stoically turns to her next recipient. “I got you Fat Princess. It reminded me a lot of you while I was playing. It has food and strategy, I thought you’d like it… I guess.”

Twogami chuckles and it is a genuine heartfelt laughter. He’s more than happy to know that he was thought of especially by his one defining character trait. “It’s a worthy recommendation. I shall hold back my judgement until I finish it in all of its glory.”

She takes that as a sign that he likes it so she turns to meet the curious stare of a redhead. “I got you Life is Strange. It’s about this photography student but it’s less about taking photos and more of time travel I think… The protag is a girl with short hair and her freckles reminded me of you coincidentally.”

“Oh, wow that’s some… weirdly specific coincidences.” Koizumi admits it’s not quite the game she was expecting. She expected a typical point and shoot (with a camera) game but definitely not time traveling.

“Her name’s Max so I guess you both have names starting with M.” Nanami adds and then tilts her head in inquiry. “Are you okay with this? I can get you something else.”

“And miss out on time powers? I think not.” Koizumi just shakes her head. Sure, why not? It’d be a nice experience to see in someone else’s viewfinder for a change of perspective. “Besides, where else am I going to find a game that stars a girl and photography?”

She nods in agreement. Before Nanami could move on to whom she had planned for next, Saionji beats her to the punch as she unceremoniously jumps onto her. “Me! What about me? What did big sis Nanami get for me?”

She hands her the game with an excited smile. “I think you’ll like this one… Bully is an open world with the usual freedom of Rockstar games.”

“You had me at bully.” Saionji grins deviously.

Nanami shakes her head. “It’s not exactly that kind of game…”

“But I still get to do the stuff I like, right?” She smirks and breaks into childish cheer. “Yay! Thank you so much for this! I’ll play it to my heart’s content!”

She then turns to the nurse who jumps at the sudden attention. “Mikan, I got you Trauma Center. I know it’s far from the actual thing but I’m not exactly sure how… different it is.” There’s a certain genteleness in the way she hands out the game. And shyly, she asks, “Is it alright if I ask for your feedback on this?”

Mikan is still shocked from the experience of affection that it takes her a beat or two to stammer back, “T-Thank you! I’ll cherish this forever!!” She cries as she holds onto the game tightly to her chest. “You can count on me! I’ll be sure to point out all the inaccuracies.”

“Thank you, too.” Nanami then turns to the more if not the most excited member of the group. She smiles as she gestures to the whole setup behind her. “Ibuki, you get rockband… The full set.”

“Awesome! Ibuki has always wanted to play on these!” Ibuki hollers and she’s already at the drums while holding both the guitar and the bass. She looks just about ready to play all instruments at the same time. “The frets on the guitar are buttons! Kyaaah! How wild is that!”

Nanami can’t help but get carried along with Ibuki’s energy. She’s still smiling when she turns to Pekoyama. “If it’s sword slashing precision then the best I have is Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance. You’ll probably appreciate the free slicing blade mode rather than the button mashing on most games… I think.”

Pekoyama gratefully accepts the gift with a bow. “This is quite thoughtful of you. Thank you. I will try my best to master the fighting style here.”

“And when you get bored of that, take a break and play this instead…” She hands her a portable console this time and when Pekoyama opens it, the game is already on and it’s absolutely adorable. “It’s Nintendogs. Now those fluffballs won’t run away from you… probably.”

“I…” Pekoyama’s speechless but that’s mostly because she’s distracted by the puppies hounding at her screen. No animal has ever approached her with such zeal that it catches her off-guard. It’s a surprise that she’s more than willing to welcome. She locks eyes with Nanami and her lips tug slightly into a sincere smile. “I will remember to return this goodwill of yours.”

It doesn’t go past Kuzuryuu who watched the whole exchange. When Nanami turned to him, he was caught unaware and so his defenses shot up. “Heh, so you’re giving away games based on what we do? Don’t tell me you got me one of those dumb trying hard yakuza themed games.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think you’ll like Yakuza that much so I suggest Mafia as a better alternative…” She innocently tilts her head. “Then maybe it’s better when you think it’s a different culture?”

“Ha! You got a lot of nerve thinking I’ll play crap like that.” He scoffs at her.

“I’m not. I think you’re more respectable than that… maybe.” She says not quite sure what she wants to mean. She gives him a different game instead. “This is Undertale. I think you’ll like the Fight or Mercy mechanics. You’ll choose well, probably.”

“Hmph, whatever.” He crosses his arms but his expression softens. She got him a game with a pacifist route and he appreciates the gesture. He murmurs, “But thanks anyways. I guess I’ll give it a try when I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“I’m sure you’ll love it… I think.” Nanami crosses the room to the other half of the class and Sonia catches her eyes first. “I was trying to find a game where the protag is a princess but it was hard so… I just went for the game with an… intense female main character. Tomb Raider’s a classic and you’re pretty hardcore like Lara Croft.”

Sonia reads through the summary at the back with sparkling eyes. “Oh, I have always wanted to go on my own expeditions without royal guards hounding me!” She claps her hands in her excitement. “I think this is just a lovely game filled with action and adventure! Thank you!”

“Ah, Gundam.” She moved on to the next person on her list. “I know you don’t like games about breeding animals since you consider them…” She squints as she tries to find the exact words that he used. “An insult to the actual gods?”

“That is correct!” Gundam agrees with a scowl. “Those are outright blasphemy! Why waste time on fakes when there are actual gods among us? If I were not such a forgiving Dark Lord then I would have rained judgement on all of those atrocities!”

“But is it okay as long as it’s not based on actual animals?” She asks with uncertainty. She didn’t want to offend Gundam but she’s not sure how well he’ll take this suggestion of hers. “Monster Rancher is a classic for your type. You get to learn about raising a whole bunch of new species that are literally out of this world… Here, look.”

Gundam inspects the game with a snarl at first but as he goes through the monsters, he finds himself more intrigued rather than disgusted. A whole new world to conquer, huh? He breaks out into raucous laughter. “Feast your eyes on these poor lost souls! The time has come for the Tanaka Kingdom to recruit yet more unearthly races! Cower in fear as our strength increases right before your eyes! Bwahaha!”

“Oi, do your delusions more quietly! Nobody cares!” Souda shouts but it falls onto deaf ears since Gundam is already absorbed in raising his first monster. He doesn’t want to accept being ignored but then he remembers that he hasn’t gotten his game yet and so he turns to Nanami with expectant eyes. “Man, looks like everyone’s getting good picks. So what do I get? Is it cool? It’s definitely cooler than dork lord’s over there, right?”

Nanami’s smile is playful. This one was trickier to find but it was an achievement to finally get it. She pulls out a box and brings out its contents. There’s the game and console and… a mini-robot. “Meet R.O.B., he’s your partner for playing Gyromite.”

“This is…” He gapes over the robot and his hands roam over across the plastic, he’s already picking it apart in his mind and deciphering how it works. He expected a game but he did not expect it to come with its own mini-robot. His eyes are shining and he almost looks in love. “This is fricking sweet.”

Even Nanami thought it was cool and she’s sure that Souda thinks of it a tenfold more. While Souda was busy mooning over his new toy, she sets up Owari’s. “I couldn’t find anything close to your ideal but… Wii Sports is close enough, maybe. As long as you strap on the remote and keep your distance, you can play boxing to your heart’s content.”

“So I basically beat people up by actually beating them up?” She shouts a battle cry and gets fired up on the spot. “Yosh! I’m game for this!”

“Nidai, I got you FIFA Manager among other coaching games… I couldn’t decide which one would be your favorite.” She adds that last part shyly but he takes them with a smile as always.

“I’m the best at managing my players! I’ll even be the best in these games of yours!” Nidai lets out a hearty laugh. “I’d watch out for your highscore if I were you.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” She then turns to the last two of her list.

Komaeda is already wearing his trademark lopsided smile and is eager to see what new hope would be born out of this. “I’m grateful that you would even consider giving me a game- the embodiment of your hope- when I’m trash undeserving of such greatness. I feel bad that you bothered thinking about me when I’m worthless.”

Nanami lets out a sigh and her hands are on Komaeda’s face in a heartbeat. “Stop talking like that or you won’t get yours.”

“But I don’t-”

“Stop.” She puffs her cheeks while she pinches his.

“Ow! Okay, okay. I concede.” He chuckles and even raises his hands in a show of defeat. “I’m still new to this whole thing about people thinking I’m worth more than I really am.”

She stares at him for a long time, judgingly, taking his words into careful consideration. She huffs again and releases him. “Close enough.”

“Well you do inspire me to try, you know.” He smiles and there’s laughter dancing on his lips. “The truth is I’ve never been this excited in my life! Oh, aside from that time I received my acceptance letter to Hope’s Peak Academy that is.”

Somehow he always brings back the conversation to hope. She shakes her head and there’s a small smile forming. “Here. Try this.”

He takes the phone in his hand with the camera on and it surprises him slightly when something else appears on the screen. “Uh, Nanami? Is there supposed to be a creature here?”

Her hand quickly swipes the phone out from his grip and her face practically beams. “A Lapras! As expected from Komaeda’s luck!” She flicks her finger a few times and by the fifth pokeball, she catches it with a triumphant smile. “I’ve been looking everywhere for her. Thanks for helping me out.”

“No problem.” He chuckles and then inquires, “So I’m guessing that wasn’t actually my game.”

She smiles shyly and then hands him his true gift. “That’s Legend of Mana and it’s legendary for its unique luck system. Almost the whole game is rigged on luck… I think.”

“I see. Then it is fitting for me.” He smiles broadly. “As expected from the ultimate gamer. Instead of bringing me the usual games, you hand me an excellent rpg. I will not let you down and maximize my luck just as much as your hope inspires me!”

“As long as you have fun.” She giggles and there’s a cough behind her. When she turns around, she sees the only person who has yet received a game from her. She smiles wider. “Hello there, Hinata.”

“Uh, hi.” He flushes and then straightens himself after a shaky breath. He fidgets from being too tense for his own good. He’s nervous even though he has no reason to be. He looks like the only person who’s afraid of what he’s about to get. “I know I don’t have any talent and all… so I’m sure you had a hard time finding a game for me.”

“Oh, not really.” She objects readily and she makes sure that her voice comes out as reassuring as possible. She finds his worries odd especially when there’s no trouble at all. “Actually… I picked out yours first.”

“What?” He shoots her a look of confusion. And when he holds the game in his hands, he feels absolutely lost. “Danganronpa…?”

“I feel like it’s life-and-death important for you to be good at this.” Nanami says in a tone that’s too serious to be talking about just games. And then in the next moment, she’s back to her laidback self. “By the way, it’s a series and I’ve already finished the latest one: New Danganronpa V3 or ndrv3 for short.”

“Um…” He’s still staring at the game and trying hard to read its hidden meaning but he comes up with nothing. He feels that there’s a joke somewhere in there that he’s missing. “Wait, so how did you end up picking this out for me?”

“Just an important feeling… probably.” She casually shrugs. There’s something cryptic underneath her words but he doesn’t have the code to decipher them and so he just loads the game with skepticism and caution. She nods at him approvingly. “When you’re done with that one, I’ll lend you the second one. I’m sure you’ll find the sequel more… interesting, I think.”

Nanami pulls out her own portable console and continues the minigame she left off. Every now and then she looks up to check on her classmates if they needed any help but they’re too engrossed with their own games, some more loudly than others. Playing games with everyone here is different from her usual peaceful solitude but it’s a good kind of different. It’s nice, she thinks.

And in this crammed cottage of Nanami’s where everyone is busy having fun, she thinks that everything is as it should be.

Alex Hirsch's words at the "Animation Game Changers" panel, CTN Expo 2016
  • <p> <b>Hirsch:</b> [...] I mean, it's so amazing to be at this panel right now, cause it's like: "Oh, let's interview the giants [Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust], and now let's interview the ants standing on their shoulders [himself and Rebecca Sugar]". Like, the reason I knew at school that making a show was something you could do was because when I was in high school I was watching shows like Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Fairly Odd Parents, Invader Zim, whatever-- name it... and all of these were people who, you know, not that long ago had also been students, who then pitched something and who made it. So they had cut with a machette, you know, the path through the jungle, and it was there.<p/><b></b> And the weird thing to me when I was at college was that nobody-- most of the people I was friends with, they didn't care. I was like "guys, there's a path, through this dark jungle, to running your own show!" and they were like [funny voice] "yeah, but I wanna design a prop for Pixar."<p/><b></b> [laughter]<p/><b></b> And like, they didn't think of it as something cool, as if...<p/><b>Tony Bancroft:</b> 'cuz it was easier, is that why?<p/><b>Hirsch:</b> I mean, it still-- there's a bit of that persp-- I think people think that Feature[ film]s are prestigious and that TV is, I mean, you know. Just look at... Moana's got the main room and it's, like-- you guys could be there, listening to some guy say like: "Uhh yeah, here's an anecdote about the Rock. I met him. He's nice." WHO CARES?! [motions towards Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken and Lauren Faust] These people shaped Animation History!<p/></p>
the signs as things said by my english class
  • aries: "if y'all can finally all get above an 80 on this test, i'll buy everyone bagels"
  • taurus: "is it okay if i eat lunch now?" "we're halfway through class, jeremy" "yeah i know but i have guacamole today and i'm really excited about it"
  • gemini: "lucas if you ruin the bagels for us i'll throw you out the window" "lena we're on the first floor"
  • cancer: *pulls fire alarm* "i don't even care. this is what exams have done to me."
  • leo: *banging on the door that only opens from the inside* "guys let me in i'm like the cutest person in this class"
  • virgo: "i'm going to mrs. mccarthy's room so i can steal her whiteboard markers"
  • libra: "can we play a game today?" "lucas you ask that every single day. it's an english class, shut up"
  • scorpio: "i don't even know half the bands on these stickers. i just bought them because they look cool"
  • sagittarius: *finishes a test 30 minutes before everyone else but hands it in anyways* "well, i fucked that one up. see ya tomorrow mrs. saudek"
  • capricorn: "so. . . because i was a c-section i could kick macbeth's ass too?"
  • aquarius: "lucas nobody cares about how you feel oppressed by not being able to wear a camouflage bucket hat"
  • pisces: "go get the baby out of the cabinet, we can use that to teach him"

i’m literally annoyed with how dead silent the crowd is like

when the crowd is silent, the commentators are quieter the announcers are quieter, the superstars are quieter thus making everything seem boring

ain’t nobody got time for you to be sat down trying to film shit

fucking get your ass up and cheer, act like you care about wrestling instead of being a little prick with ur nose in the air trying to be cool or whatever

stop being scared to enjoy wrestling. you’re a fan, act like a fucking fan.

You've heard of the mom and the dad friend, now get ready for:
  • The weird uncle friend: good at creating awkward silences. Knows a lot of party tricks. Probably into anime.
  • The grumpy grandpa friend: refuses to leave the house. Hates most things. Secretly cares a lot.
  • The nerd cousin friend: generally sits in the corner and writes fanfiction. Won't shut up about Star Wars.
  • The cool aunt friend: travels a lot and makes everyone jealous. Life of the party. Alcohol.
  • The baby cousin friend: needs a lot of attention and cries a lot. Loved by everyone nonetheless. Cute.
  • The rich great-aunt friend: has lots of money and nobody really knows why. Very generous. Mysterious and well dressed.
  • The distant relative friend: You see them maybe twice a year and it's always awkward.
  • The dead grandma friend: self explanatory


1. Water is life, I can not say this enough you have to force yourself to drink, even if you are at a club or bar and don’t want to carry around a water bottle, take bathroom breaks and drink from the sink, anything to stay hydrated.

2. You have to eat, yes I know the “id rather slit my throat open then chew a bite of food” feeling, everyone has that one food they can’t say no to, even if its just a few bites, eat meals before you know you’re going to use then keep nibbling on whatever is around, snacks are fine, you’re a tweaker there’s no need to worry about dieting.

3. While you are tweak cleaning the bathroom take a minute to tweak on brushing your teeth, rinsing with mouthwash and flossing.
while you’re at it brush your hair and wash your face.
just because you are a tweaker doesn’t mean you have to look like one.

4. Once you’re completely spun just stop. You wont get higher, you will just end up feeling like hell and wasting your stuff.

5. Your girlfriend/boyfriend might not be as high and horny as you are, so humping their leg while they sleep might just get you bitched at and elbowed in the head.

6. Just stop talking, I promise nobody else cares

7. You did not hear a car door

8. Nobody is following you

9. Other people might not like you completely tweak cleaning and organizing their house and color coordinating their closets

10. Meth is not cocain there’s no need to make lines from one end of the table to the other

11. You don’t need to take everything you own apart, its really not that important

12. You have drug money so you can afford a decent outfit, again looking like a tweaker isn’t the cool thing to do

13. You’re just going to the store, leave your stash at home, you might think you act normal but you don’t, everyone can tell, especially cops

14. Yes tweaking out is fun but you have to come down eventually. Take a warm bath, Eat a bowl of cereal and a poptart, fall into the heavenly dope sleep, wake up and start over

victuuri + yuri plisetsky parent au thing

ok me and maddie quickly came up with a bunch of scenarios involving victor and yuri being yuri plisetsky’s parents?? we got pretty excited with it and came up with a lot and its all under the cut!!

Keep reading

real life advice for incoming high school freshmen

•don’t be scared. it’s not really that different from middle school. there’s gonna be stuff u don’t understand, but every other freshman is in the same position. chill.
•do ur goddamn homework. ppl think it’s cool to hang with friends and just not do their shit. don’t do that.
•don’t let ur friends get in the way of ur academics. you’ll probably lose touch with most of them when u graduate, but those grades affect ur future. don’t throw that away.
•don’t use after school activities as an excuse to not get shit done. if u can’t balance extracurriculars with ur classes, ur classes come first. sorry.
•don’t date seniors. just don’t. they’re gonna graduate and ur gonna be super upset. besides, if no one in their grade or the grade below them wants to date them something is wrong. don’t fuck w that.
•if u find the answers to ur homework online (which is super easy; google the title of the worksheet and it’s probably online somewhere. also there’s calculators for everything lmao) FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THE ANSWERS. don’t just copy it. cheating on ur homework isn’t gonna help u on ur tests.
•don’t be afraid to ask for help holy shit. if u don’t understand the topic, go to ur teacher and ask for help. if ur teacher sucks, there’s probably some tutoring thing in your school done by students. nobody is gonna fucking judge u for wanting help.
•if u do something stupid, no one is gonna remember. if u wear an ugly outfit, no one is gonna care. everyone is paying attention to themselves. if someone in the hallway is like “omg ew look at her hair” they’re not gonna recognize u if you have a class together next semester.
•missing a day won’t kill you. I take a mental health day each semester. if u have an appointment coming up, tell ur teachers in advance so u can get the work before u miss school, not after. you don’t want two days of homework to do in one night.
•don’t act like you know more than you do.
•ur gonna do stupid things.
•no one is gonna care.
•the end.

The Orchestra as Seen by an Oboist
  • Piccolo: neat but high
  • Flute: they look at me like I'm trash every time I talk to them it's weird.
  • Oboe: the best
  • English horn: beautiful. Pure. Needs more solos
  • E-flat clarinet: nice
  • B-flat clarinet: okay you need to calm down
  • Bass clarinet: cool. Needs to be in more classical music
  • Saxophone: what are you doing here we aren't playing Gershwin get out
  • Bassoon: grandfather you are wonderful and also need more solos
  • Contrabassoon: great-grandfather you are truly a great gift from the low woodwinds
  • Horn: scoring buddies!!!
  • Trumpet: nobody cares you're all just filler parts anyway
  • Trombone: we have literally nothing to do with each other but you're all cool
  • Tuba: neat
  • Percussion: are percussionists in any way related to rabbits why are there so many of them
  • Violins: a bunch of potted plants
  • Violas: okay love child of a cello and violin
  • Cello: calm down
  • Double bass: huh

Things I’ve Learned In My First Year Of High School

1) The person that you talked to on your first day, laughed, and thought you were friends with yesterday, can become a stranger in a blink of an eye.

2) Most teachers aren’t that bad if you just turn in your work on time and do whatever the fuck you’re supposed to do.

3) A very small percentage of people actually “hook up” or do drugs.

4) If you do most of your homework in a class and happen to fail a few tests, you’ll most likely still past with a C+

5) Sometimes you lose friends for no apparent reason at all and that’s okay, you’ll meet new friends. 

6) Football games aren’t all that. Most people just go there just to talk and look cool or to get out of the house.

7) The freshman are scared of the upperclassman, the sophomores are basically invisible, the juniors are too focused on making good grades to get into their dream college, and the seniors are scared shit less about applying to colleges.

8) There’s always that one guy/girl in a friend group that nobody actually cares about and you will know if its you or not.

9) Sometimes people flirt with each other for no reason. Don’t assume that they like you.

10) Your style will change regardless of your style before, and you will find yourself.

11) People will gossip. Don’t pretend like you’ve never gossiped before.

12) There will be people in your school that will do anything to fit in and a lot of people are desperate but they try not to show it.

13) People will pretend like they don’t know you when they meet you, but trust me, they know every single little detail about you; and probably where you live too.

14) Don’t tell everyone your secrets because most will just back stab you in the end.

15) Act like you know whatever the fuck you’re doing, and you’ll be okay

—  i’m going to be a sophomore tomorrow so i decided to talk about school

shut the fuck up and let me dream

I find myself wanting to make things more accessible or explain things in layman’s terms to people constantly, so they can see otherwise boring-seeming scientific/academic things in a new light and go cultivate their own interest in it. Not everybody has time (or will, or ability) to read papers or go through textbooks, especially without strong prior interest fueling them. But I know that there are countless topics many people would enjoy thinking about if snobbery hadn’t barred them from learning.

I can only speak as a working-class person from the UK, but I know I turned my nose up at so many things before kind nerds with passion in their eyes explained to me in very simple terms why the thing is actually cool to them.

Obviously academia has its place, and not everybody has to know or care about everything, but wouldn’t it be nice if it was acceptable to just ask about things you know nothing about, and nobody would make you feel shitty? Rather than the current culture of expectation that you’ll go and form a degree-level opinion independently, before you get to even have a conversation with another human?

At the same time, I don’t want to patronise anybody, and straight-up asking “do you know about X?”, “do you find X confusing?”, and “would you like to know about X without any obligation or testing on it later?” aren’t really socially acceptable approaches.

idg how ppl who are really sj-conscious can enjoy homestuck not even just because its made by a piece of shit but bc shit like how systematic child rape is a part of troll lore and how many damn sex jokes there are about a cast of 13-year-olds and the entire character of mituna captor and well i would say the handling of vriska but i know nobody cares abt that because vriska is Cool and Badass and she Said Sorry One Time So Shes Fine like god i read most of homestuck when i was younger but the more i think about that comic now the more uncomfortable its actual content makes me

anonymous asked:

Babe idk where you're from and its none of my business but lemme tell u: it's not common to kiss ppl of the opposing gender where I'm from but back in my last hear of high school I was so done with my crush on my teacher that I didn't care and started kissing him on the cheek every now and then in front of everyone. I was savage lol I don't advise it, but nobody got in trouble, he wasn't complaining at all *-^ nobody ever said anything and my friends even encouraged me it was wild

hahahah but that’s so cool, him being okay with it is really nice. I know that there are a lot of places where it’s inappropiate to kiss someone, even if it’s on the cheek. But like here is really common even to teachers. And some of them are pretty okay with giving you hugs too, idk we’re pretty affectionate lol