sometimes i want to say something to them

anonymous asked:

I remember you saying a while back about the colors that RGBs screen drips meaning something, and I wanted to take a stab at what their meanings might be! (This was of course after I checked your shops and noticed your 'Colourful Personality' print) Yellow- fear/anxiety/cowardice/nervousness Blue- Sorrow/Sadness/basically all the 'down' emotions Green- joy/excitement/exuberance/playfullness Magenta- Curiosity/smugness maybe/possibly flirtatiousness too Red- Anger/Frustration/Annoyance

You got it! That’s a good summary actually because they all contain a bracket of emotions rather than being limited purely to one, so yes; while the individual instance is dependant on context the staple category for each is-

  • yellow = fear
  • cyan = sadness
  • green = happiness
  • magenta = curiosity
  • red = anger
Imperative - Cassian Andor X Fem!Reader

Your bio says requests are open maybe could you do something with Cassianxfem!reader dealing with depression and anxiety.She wants to do everything she can for the rebellion, but sometimes her mental illnesses hold her back, and she feels useless because of it. Cass reassures her that she’s helped them heaps, kisses her, cuddles her, and idk just something really fluffy. Ive been going through a rough time and your writing has really helped me, so thank you. Thanks in advance if you do write it


I’ve been having a tough time as well so this was very emotional to write. Sorry if it’s short, I tried to make it as sweet as possible! I even tested my own Spanish skills so if I got it wrong, I’m sorry! I hope you enjoy it my friend, and I hope things get better. May the Force be with you.

Originally posted by letdiegolunatouchjabbathehutt


It had been a busy day on Yavin 4’s rebel base. You attended at least four meetings regarding fuel maximization for the X-Wings, then two more about your last few mission reports. Mon Mothma had been more less pleased with your progress on retrieving information from Empire transcripts, but you felt like you let her down. The translations of the transmissions had been so stressful, and everything else you were dealing with effected the results.

You had been diagnosed with depression a while back. You couldn’t figure out what exactly had brought it on; whether it be family or friend drama, your work, or the Empire’s shadow. You just felt heavy and empty all at once. At times, when you talked to someone during your lunch period, you felt a bit better.You found yourself talking to some of the Rogue One squad at lunch. They had completed a near suicide mission but came back in one piece; they were an inspiration to the whole base and sitting by them was an honor. You were introduced to the group by Jyn Erso, who had met you at a briefing of your findings. From there you grew close to all of them. Chirrut was so kind to you and he always seemed to know how you felt. Bodhi was a friend to you as well. The pilot would talk to you quite openly about his problems, to which you would give  advice and vice versa. While Bodhi kindly gave you good advice, to the issues you did bring up, and it only went so far. It was Cassian Andor and his droid counterpart, K2SO, that you found helped you the most. They would distract you with stories about their missions and that would result in hilarious bickering between the two of them. Lunch was the highlight of your day, but then you would be thrown back into the web of self loathing and sadness you had woven for yourself. Whether it being unsatisfied with the way you looked or feeling that you could do more to help the Rebellion, it left you very unhappy. When you needed it the most, no one was there to pick you up off your feet.

It hit you all at once as you were walking out of your last meeting of the day. You needed to do more for the people that took you in, that are fighting against the Empire for the better of others like you. But you couldn’t, not really. You were already pushing yourself, but maybe if you tried harder, you could bring in more results when it came to the intercepted Empire transmissions. The guilt of not providing started to eat away at you as you made your way to your quarters. Tears sprung to your eyes and you started walking faster; hating yourself for letting your mind and heart become such a mess. When your door came into sight, you heard someone shout, but you couldn’t tell what. Your thoughts were racing a mile a minute and you couldn’t focus on one thing for too long. When you closed your door behind you, you sank to the floor. Tears clouded your vision and you attempted to keep your sobs quiet. The walls to the rooms were thin and you didn’t want anyone to know how vulnerable you really were. You brought your knees up to your chest and kept crying. After your sobs grew quiet, a soft knock against the door startled you.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Cassian’s voice boomed through the door. You stood, quickly wiping your eyes, and opened the door. The moment Cassian saw your face he rushed to you, hugging you tightly. “Mi cariña (my darling), what’s wrong?”

His voice melted you and tears started to fall again. Cassian closed the door with his foot, and he lead you to sit on your bed. You leaned your head against his shoulder while one of his hand stroked up and down your back. When you calmed enough to speak clearly, you pulled away from him.

“Sorry, I got your shirt wet…” Cassian just shook his head, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t be silly, now please tell me,” he placed his hand on yours, causing you to look into his eyes, “what’s wrong?”

You stared at him, and saw the type of kindness that you had only heard about.

“I don’t, I can’t do enough for the Rebellion. I need to do better and and-” Another sob shook your whole being. He pulled you back to him, tugging you lose to his chest. You could hear his thunderous heartbeat booming as if he were nervous. “It all gets a little too much sometimes.” You managed in between sobs. Cassian’s hand soothingly stroked your hair as he spoke, “I know mi amor, but you’ve done enough. With the work you do, you’re imperative for our success.”

“What’s that mean?” You whispered, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“What does imperative mean?” You hit his shoulder lightly, and pulled away just enough to look into his face. “You spoke a different language, ‘mi amor’ you said.” A small, pink blush rose to his cheeks. “It’s my home planet’s native language, some call it a romance language, Spanish.” He paused, calculating what he should say next very carefully. “Mi amor translates to ‘my love’.”

Heat found it’s way to your cheeks, a you wiped newly fallen tears away from your eyes.

“Oh…”

Cassian gave you a shy, handsome smile, his confidence wavering. “I just, yeah. The first time I saw you I knew that I had to make you smile. Like my life depended on it. I couldn’t stand to see such a beautiful girl so sad.” His gaze was warm when it met with yours. “I know you feel,” he paused searching for the right word, “bad about yourself. More than other people do about themselves. But you are so important, Y/N, and I-” You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his cheek. When you moved back, his eyes were wide in shock. You only had a moment to register what he was doing before he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, as if he pushed further, you would break. He carefully placed one hand on your hip and the other to the back of your head, slowly pulling you closer. Your hands were cupping his jaw, and he slowly laid down on your bed. You fell to his side, and he turned to face you with a dumb grin on his face. “I love you.”

You entangled your hands with his, and cuddled into his chest. “I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and whispered, “Buenos noche. (Good night)”


The next morning when you awoke, you felt Cassian’s warmth next to you. You turned to face him, and was met with brown eyes. He gave you a smile and reached out to stroke your cheek. “Tu son muy bonita en la mañana….(You are very pretty in the morning)” He murmured sleepily. You felt a blush on your face despite not knowing what he said. “That sounded very sweet.”

“It was,” he said with a wide smile. He placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, causing you to giggle. While you still felt heavy with melancholy, Cassian’s affection burned a sense of hope in your heart that things would turn around.

when “no means no” comes up, you hear guys say “oh, but sometimes girls play hard to get” and like…. i guess, yeah.  men & women both can be really bad at being honest about what they want.  but just consider your options.

  1. the other person says “no” and means “yes” –>  you back down –>  they learn that if they want something, they have to clearly express themselves
  2. they say “no” and mean “no” –>  you back down –>  you’ve successfully respected their boundaries 👍👌
  3. they say “no” and mean “yes” –>  you ignore them –>  you’re perpetuating a pattern of bad communication & ignoring boundaries 👎 & given that you aren’t a mind reader, it’s really just luck that you haven’t coerced an unwilling person into sex
  4. they say “no” and mean “no” –>  you ignore them –>  you’ve committed sexual assault 🚨🚨🚨 do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars

unless you care more about getting laid than not assaulting people, respecting people’s “no”s is a win-win situation.  don’t be a potential rapist

In my class we have a worm day. If they promise to be gentle and not tug, they can hold one of those beautiful squiggly caretakers of dirt. The wonder they have for it is so real - and I say, did you know they have 5 hearts and love you with all of them. Then I say, “are you holding a boy worm or a girl worm” and they guess. They are all right, and they are all wrong, because worms are both. And I say that. I say, “they are just like people; sometimes not a boy or a girl but something in between, or sometimes they’re both on different days. And they still love you with all 5 hearts.”

“Cool,” says one kid. “I don’t want to be a boy, I want to be a girl sometimes.” And I say okay.

Children are taught fear. They are taught that the worms are gross. It isn’t until they’re a few years older than my class - up in 3rd or 4th grade - that they start shrieking at my little worm friends. They won’t play the silly games or sing the silly songs or even promise not to tug. A fourth grader hears my lesson about gender and says, “That’s so weird,” and suddenly I hear from the mouths of these beautiful children, “Yeah,” “this is weird,” “No, mine is a girl.”

It is not the 4th grader I blame. It is the person in her life that saw something beautiful and ruined it for her. It is the “put that down, it’s gross,” “you don’t want to get dirty” “there’s us and there’s them.” I want to show her - without the humble little blind noses of worms, we are nothing. We need them. Did you know if they grow a belt they’re over a year old! Spent tunnelling through the secrets of roots. I want to show her: it’s okay if tomorrow you feel like a boy or maybe something neither, something different that is entirely you.

But fear, once discovered, is not an easy stain to get out. We say, “What will we tell the children” and forget - the children already heard. They heard you snickering about the person down the street. They saw you talking to your friend about “those people”. And they internalize it, burrow it into them. We don’t tell the children, we model hatred until the children can’t hear you, can’t hear you declare, “do as I say, not as I do.”

Later the 4th grader goes home. “Ugh,” her mother says with a shudder, seeing my box, “I hate worms.”

can we stop blaming lgbt people for sometimes not defending themselves? like sometimes, as a gay person, when i hear someone say something that is homophobic i just don’t have the energy to challenge them on it. especially if it wasn’t intentional, especially if its something relatively minor, and especially if that person is a friend or acquaintance who i have to see regularly.

like straight and cis people should, if its safe, be challenging homophobia / transphobia when they see it. but sometimes, for lgbt people, its easier and less draining to just smile, agree, and move on. its time we stopped blaming people for not wanting to spend all their time arguing and defending themselves.

Into The Unknown (Piano)
  • Into The Unknown (Piano)
  • Over The Garden Wall
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Into The Unknown - Over the Garden Wall

It’s been a while but here’s a piano piece from yours truly, your cool cat Josh~ Last night after a grueling night at work, I took the band and my coworkers to a trip… Into The Unknown~

Ooh boy, was I overdue for an OTGW piece but here. I played it out of being so tired and wanting something sweet but somber to finish the night off, and why not play them a song that reminds me of a special friend who helps me get through nights like this sometimes, heh. You know who you are, but this ones out to you, thanks for loving this show and I hope to spread it more myself!

That’s all I really gotta say, its fun playing music from this show and I plan to learn more when I have time. The band said it was a cute song and my coworkers are always happy to see me show off, I guess!~ Can’t lose my edge with the piano after all, but I haven’t given up. I played one or two more songs after this but they weren’t significant enough to record lol. For now, let’s enjoy this time in the Unknown, my cool cats. Thanks for listening, I love you all~

anonymous asked:

do you think even ever loved sonja romatically? he tells isak he's never felt like this before and he had no problem cheating on her

I think he did as far as he knew at the time? We don’t actually know what their relationship was like so it’s all a matter of what you imagine. I mean, you could have a cynical read on everything but for me, I think they met when they were really young and maybe they got together at a time when it was thrilling enough just to have a girlfriend/boyfriend. I think they were probably happy together and were close once. But sometimes when you first get together with someone, it’s not really because you have the most in common with them or the deepest connection… sometimes you’re eager to start that part of your life and fall into something? Especially someone like Even, who likes romance and wants that? That’s kind of what I see Even saying. He’s never really felt that spark, it wasn’t something like this. I think he’s in awe of what springs up between him and Isak when they’re in a room together, how he says things that make the world tilt on its axis. I know some people read “never felt like this” as an implication about his sexuality and while it could be, I don’t think that statement has to imply gender is what’s making a difference here. I don’t think there’s any one thing ‘love’ is, myself. All the ‘loves’ in your life are different but every once in a while you stumble into that electric chemistry and it all clicks and feels right in a way you didn’t know it could. 

And I don’t think he “had no problem cheating on her”. He might have been crushing on the idea of Isak from afar for a while but as soon as he actually kissed him, he told Sonja and broke things off with her. And he’d only started to really get to know Isak two weeks before that, so I feel like he was pretty decisive here. Things got more clouded by that kiss at the party after he’d decided he couldn’t be with Isak but when we hear from him next, he’s emphatic that they aren’t together without needing to break it off again or anything. With what we hear her say to Isak later (that she would attribute his feelings, even in anger, to his mental illness), I do think it was probably hard for Sonja to accept it at first.

I think the thing is… it’s hard for me to conceptualize them without thinking that Even’s mental illness had changed their relationship pretty fundamentally. It sounds like it became something that made them unequal, made Sonja feel like she needed guard him against his own impulses and set him straight. Be his caretaker, be in charge of his wellbeing. I think it really colored how she saw him, with the way she talks about him studying the Qur'an. It wasn’t working anymore: it wasn’t healthy for her to take on the role she wound up taking and it wasn’t healthy for him to feel subsumed by her judgement like that. Even meeting Isak might have been the catalyst for them breaking up but I think we see enough to know it was something bound to happen anyway. Like Even said in 3.10, they’d drifted further and further apart but it was especially hard to break-up when there was this extra level of her being involved with his mental illness. It just wasn’t until he met Isak that Even got the push he needed to make a change. Got much more hopeful about what a relationship could be.

sometimes i see ppl with mental illness wishing that something traumatic (or more traumatic) had happened to them because then people would be symptathetic to why they are the way they are and

i understand the logic behind that thought, but as someone with diagnosed ptsd i just want to say that no amount of trauma will ever make nt people sympathetic to you or your symptoms. the asshole that tells depressed people they have no reason to be suicidal, is almost certainly the same asshole that tells people with ptsd to get the fuck over their trauma and stop being victims. you cant win with these people, and more trauma doesnt make people more accepting of your illness

The signs as Winnie the Pooh quotes
  • Aries: "As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen."
  • Taurus: "You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes."
  • Gemini: "We'll be friends forever, won't we, Pooh?" asked Piglet. "Even longer." Pooh answered.
  • Cancer: "If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever."
  • Leo: "If you live to be 100, I want to live to be 100 minus 1 day so I would never have to live a day without you."
  • Virgo: "I used to believe in forever, but now I think forever is too short."
  • Libra: "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
  • Scorpio: "The important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you."
  • Sagittarius: "Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved."
  • Capricorn: "Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart."
  • Aquarius: "Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
  • Pisces: "I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time."
  • -A.A. Milne
Antigoddess by Kendare Blake.

OKAY!
So I found this amazing book on amazon, bought it immediately like the crazy impulsive person I am, and I’m completely in love with it. So so in love that I just NEEDED to come here talk to you guys.
This book it’s about the greek gods and how they are dying. Something is making them weak and it’s slowly killing them. Athena and Hermes are working together to find out what the hell is happening, and I don’t know if I can say anything more them that. There is danger, adventure, funny moments (thanks, Hermes!), and so much more.
I want to make sure you all understand this not - I REPEAT - this is not Percy Jackson. Even thought it makes you laugh sometimes and it’s bringing greek mythology to the modern days, this book it’s a little more mature.
Don’t get me wrong, I love PJO. I do. Really. I write PJO fanfics, I do PJO fanart. And there’s nothing wrong in liking it (I’m also dying for the next book of Trials of Apollo). The point that I want to get is that Antigoddes it’s a little darker. I mean, our gods are dying, people. So for those who doesn’t like PJO and hesitate on giving a chance to new books about greek myths in modern days, please, don’t do it. Take a chance on this one!
I want Antigoddess to have a huge fandom, because it deserves it. Truly.
Oh! And did I mention that is a trilogy? Yeah, baby. It is.
If you are reading it, or if you already read it, come talk to me! I’m not done yet, but I would love to fangirl with you ❤️

Bitty v Kent

I love Bitty. I also love Kent. I don’t think they should be friends.
Or, well, not exactly.
I want them to be the petty, passive aggressive little jerks I know they can be. Twitter feuds, public snubbing… but they still hang out sometimes.
Then, so newscaster says something about Jack and they just double team him.
Or someone attacks Bitty for the twitter feuds and Kent is just ready to fight this person.
They send things that color clash or that the other won’t like. Bitty bakes Kent a pie he’s allergic to. Kent spooks Bitty whenever possible and is chill about it.
They maintain they hate each other, but don’t you dare talk bad about one of them.
Just. Passive aggressive, petty, vitriolic pals.

Casual reminder that if you don’t like something that somebody else likes, you should probably just shut up and leave them be. You can just blacklist whatever it is you don’t like it or unfollow them; sending them anon hate isn’t going to solve anything and is just going to make you look like an ass. As long as they’re not doing something harmful (and I have seen people draw/write harmful things in this fandom), then why bother them? Let them have their fun, and retreat to your own corner and have yours. 

And even if they are doing something harmful, then point it out to them in a calm and polite manner, and explain why what they’re doing is harmful in a rational manner. Name calling, telling people to kill themselves or delete their blogs, making hate blogs, and just cursing up a storm in general isn’t going to solve anything, and again, is just going to make you look like an ass regardless of your intentions. Take some time to calm yourself down before messaging them. They’re not going to listen to you or react well if you’re being overly hostile. 

Treat other people how you’d like to be treated, always. There’s never a good reason to be a dick

I’m not an easy person to be with. I know that. I probably won’t even try to make it easier for you. I’ll be really difficult at times. It may seem that, at times, I don’t want you, and I don’t like you, but I do. I’ll be a challenge, because I’m not the sort of person to let people walk all over. I’m not someone who puts up with bull. I’m not the person who will give you sympathy comments. When I say something, I mean it. If people are mean to me, I’ll throw them out of my life. I’m annoying, I’m hilarious, and I’m the worlds biggest jerk. I’ll make you want to scream and punch walls; i’ll ruin your day but save it at the very last minute. I’ll drive you crazy and, sometimes you’ll hate my guts. But even through all that’s going to happen, and I swear it will, I have an amazing side to me. I do. I have a giant heart. I’ll always be there when you need me. Even if my life is impossibly knotted, I’ll try and untangle yours by listening and loving. I won’t stop caring about you, not even if you push me away. You’re different from everyone else, and I like that. It’s refrehing to find someone different in this world, because way too many people are the same
writing prompts list #35
  1. “Are you okay?”
    “If I don’t need to bend down, I’m somewhat fine”
  2. She didn’t care to put her body in the line of fire, get a beating if that meant that she had a change to get something she wanted. 
  3. He’s my ride or die guy. We’ll go to jail for each other, we bleed and fight for each other, so lying never was a problem for us. 
  4. Just push through, she kept repeating to herself. 
  5. Do you know what my mom says about monsters under the bed? That sometimes they’re more afraid of us sometimes than we are of them, and if we don’t scare them, they will protect us from bad dreams. 
  6. “You’re supposed to be my spotter.”
    “I am. But I just have a wandering eye.”
  7. Why are you cutting fruits with a throwing knife? 
  8. She’s knows not to get involved.
  9. “Don’t let him beat you up, alright?”
    “Never.”
  10. “What happened?”
    “Taxi hit me. And it hurt.”
  11. “Why did you hit me straight to the nose? “
    “Couldn’t aim anywhere else than your ugly face”
  12. Girl, about your age, about his height, red hair. Have you seen her?
  13. Just how I want to spent my fucking night. Removing glass from my best friend’s head and stapling it up. 
  14. She has internal damage. She’s couching up blood. 
  15. Good luck figuring her out. 
  16. Don’t you know that you cannot trust anybody.
  17. I was a mistake anyways, right? You never wanted a child, specially not a girl.
  18. “Why are you going through my backpack?”
    “Well, your TV doesn’t work and you were talking to the lovely british guy, so.. Why do you have a mini duct tape rolls here? Where did you get these? Oh my.. This is my boxcutter!”
  19. Wait, he knocked you out? Actually knocked you out?
  20. You’re only fifteen, you can’t owe that much money to people
  21. “What happened?”
    “Just imagine musical chairs with guns and a rocket launcher.”
  22. Her pissed off Russian girlfriend beat my ass
  23. Okay why’s the woman crying? Who made the woman cry?
  24. Now I know who I’m stabbing after class
  25. “Do you know how hard it is to fix a kid’s game?”
    “No I don’t know. What is she doing here anyway?”
    “She’s like unofficial godmother.”
  26.  “What now?”
    “You’re going to put that gun against my head, and pretend you never loved me.”
  27. You don’t con us.
  28. “Why the fuck is the airport bar so expensive?”
    “So you wouldn’t be wasted and thrown up all around the plane.”
    “That’s not supportive best friend attitude.”
  29. “What do you define broken?”
    “What did you break?”
  30. Boiling gin is always bad idea
  31. They said she’d be tougher than this
  32. “Why won’t she go down? I‘ve already broken at least three of her ribs.”
    “Just keep hitting her. That laughter will go down quick.”
  33. You have one of the most fucked up converses I’ve ever seen
  34. She will run, you know that. She knows the risk of her getting caught.
  35. Words of advice, newbie, stay on her good side 
  36. “You wear the same Halloween costume every year!“
    “Drunk Wonder Woman is a classic at this point among our group”
  37. understand what she is. most of the times she doesn’t care what happens to her. 
  38. “She has the tiniest bed ever”
    “It’s not even tiny, it’s just made for people under 6’ and you’re like twice as that big”
  39. Funny thing about con men is the fact that they don’t bluff every often
  40. Excuse me, Matt, let me crawl in peace
  41. Uhm, okay, great to have you conscious again, but stay down so you won’t get shot 
  42. Everyone to my fucking house. NOW!
  43. Let’s see what I’ve in my arsenal of why to not date Jade: I have commitment issues, I may have a criminal past.. 
  44. “He got my hand locked”
    “So you dislocated it?”
  45. why I’m blamed by his stupidity? 
  46. Okay, okay I know I’m in trouble but give me a second
  47. Maybe this will work, I mean his eyesight is not so good anymore or her leg doesn’t keep up very good 
  48. How did you cause a blackout?
  49. They know you’re coming. So just give up. Don’t come.
  50. “You made a play date to two almost fifty year olds?”
    “They need a better working relationship.”
    “They don’t even work together!”
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: viktor nikiforov found something else other than his title that he wants to hold on to and for half a year he couldnt stop thinking about that person so he flew to japan expecting the person who asked him to be there would be pleased to see him but instead yuri acted really confused, sometimes ignored viktor and rejected his multiple attempts to get closer, making the living legend cry himself to sleep but viktor continued to be patient and so understanding he supported yuri and had faith in his decisions and when yuri finally opened up completely viktor is just so ready to marry him no doubts or questions asked after all he's been so unconditionally in love with him for so long
Today, I fucked up... by teaching my Jr. High class how to drop a "That's what she said..." joke

I teach acting for a professional actor training program in theatre, and I had a class of Jr. High kids last year. So, one day I was teaching the concept of subtext, and that words can mean just about anything you want them to mean. Sometimes it’s not about WHAT you say but HOW you say it. To which a boy student replied: “You mean like innuendo?”

Me: “Not where I was going, but yes, just like innuendo.”

Multiple students in unison: “What’s that?”

Me: (Oh, no) Well, it’s when you say something that is not sexual in nature, but by the way you say it, it sounds sexual.

Same boy student: “Yeah, like saying ‘That’s what she said…’”

Group of students: “I don’t get it.”

(This is when I really start to realize I might be in trouble)

Me: (sighing) “Well, when someone says something not sexual, you can blurt out "That’s what she said…” at the end and it kinda makes it dirty.

(Giggling)

Girl student: “Oh my god, that is awesome”

I’ll tell you, if these students grabbed onto ANY OTHER of the concepts I teach as fast as they got this, my teaching tactics would be of legend. These kids turned into the most dirty, ruthless, sexual wit monsters the rest of class. They were fully loaded with an amazing new skill…and I was fresh bait.

Me to student: “I need you to be bigger!”

Random student yells out: “That’s what she said!”

Me to another student: “You are rushing this moment. Slow it down.”

Random student yells out: “That’s what she said!”

Etc. You get the idea.

So, here is when this comes back to bite me. Fast forward a week. Just before class, one of my students comes up to me. She is the normally really quiet one. Shy. Completely unassuming. Sits in the back. Rarely talks. The kind you usually forget about you know? She comes up to me with a mischievous grin on her face and says:

“Soooo, I kinda got into trouble this week. I got my first detention”

Me: “Oh wow, really?! What did you do?” (She then proceeded to tell me this amazing story while I stood in complete shock)

Girl student: “So, I was in band the other day (she plays the clarinet) and our teacher was working with us on group sections in class and when he was working with mine he got really frustrated and shouted 'Finger this harder!’ To which I accidentally blurted out "That’s what she said!” The ENTIRE class stopped talking and went silent. My teacher then told me to see him after class, and then gave me detention.“

I stood in silence, not knowing whether to feel proud, or afraid for my job. Stunned, I asked her, "Do you even know the meaning of what you just said?”

Girl: “Yep!” (Then she walked away)

Outside of the fact that this might have been THE BEST delivery of that joke I have ever heard, thank god she only got detention…and I still have a job.

Kids today are messed up.

tl;dr: Taught my teenage students about “That’s what she said”, helped one student earn her first detention like a boss.

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the first question on a Virgo moon’s lips when someone tells them they feel bad… Why, What can I do?

the first question on a Cancer moon’s lips when someone tells them they feel bad… Why? How exactly do you feel?

Aries moon doesn’t ask a question, they fight for you to feel better, they fight whatever or whoever made their loved ones feel bad

Leo moon says what they want to do to make you feel better… I wish I could do something, I want to hug you to make it all go away

Sagittarius moons ask Why, and make it a teaching moment; sometimes they forget that they can teach themselves too 😉

honestly i think that the whole texting thing was Sherlock saying that texting doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that you love them, it’s okay to crave romance, even Sherlock craves the romance sometimes but in the end its JUST TEXTING. It’s not the real thing. The real thing isn’t e, the real thing isn’t irene, and the real thing isn’t Mary. The real thing is something they haven’t admitted to themselves yet, the real thing is each other. It’s just texting. John wanted more. But he didn’t want her. If he wanted her he could’ve easily had her. It was someone else that he wanted.

anonymous asked:

I looked up the definition of homophobia and it said this:"Homophobia is the hatred or fear of homosexuals - that is, lesbians and gay men - sometimes leading to acts of violence and expressions of hostility." I don't have a hatred or fear of homosexuals, and I'm not trying to start any fights. Again, I was simply saying that I don't agree with it. Don't have a hatred or fear of them. I don't really understand how you can't seem to wrap your brain around it. But you can believe what you want.

You don’t agree with something people are born as, but you don’t see that as hatred? Jesus. I would feel bad for you if I were a better person.