I'm the person who sent the ask about their English teacher. The other day he also went on to say that every single person is autistic and "OCD and autism are pretty much the same thing" I cannot listen to this man talk any longer.
I’m sorry does he have a degree in psychology? No? Then lets both not disgrace the years of collage that physiologist go through by giving our uneducated opinions sir.
*shouts from the back* pleasepleasepleaseplease don't crosstag babycore with littlespace, cglre and any variants! As in, please remove those tags or don't use them in the future? It makes me and a lot of other age regressors uncomfortable because cglre and littlespace is originally based as a subset of ddlg and bdsm- even if your blog is sfw it's discomforting and that goes the same for kidcore tags,, thank you
Cglre is NOT originally a subset of bd//sm and dd//lg. It was created as a completely sfw age regression community, separate from those kink communities. Just because there are some similar letters doesn’t mean they have anything to do with each other. As for little space, you can’t tell me that those words were created for kink. What is little? Something small. What is space? Go outside and look up. Words can be used in different settings. Words can have multiple meanings.
Now listen to this part at least, if you couldn’t get all of that through your head: IF YOU DON”T LIKE ME, BLOCK ME.
You guys gotta stop. Don’t send me asks with your uneducated opinions, it’s a waste of my time. Thank you! ♡
Ya know, despite calling yourselves critics, you all lack a certain act of professionalism that a critic must have to be considered critic. You all show little to none understanding of how characters, lighting, and cartoons work, yet you think it’s a good idea to put your uneducated opinion that’s most of the time really hateful and not even critical in tags where anyone can see. You’re not being critics, you are being crybabies who want the show to be how you want it and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Which, to be entirely honest, if you’re all viewing your opinions as superior and that nothing is wrong with them and you’re so obsessed with being “critical” I could just call you all stans. You do know what the word actually means right? Stop being hateful hypocrites and have discussions, not everyone has to be right and not everyone is going to be perfect for your standards. If you want to have a discussion about how things are going with me I’m completely open, just don’t be hateful about it, bring it up as an actual concern.
How do u literally explain bpd to anyone who doesn't hav it or should I jus start screamin pls lmk
basically it’s a game of guess who but all of the contestants are in your head and it’s like a constant uncertain surprise to always witness what your filthy personality stealing sponge of a brain has to say about literally everything you can form half an uneducated biased opinion on.
tbh with the people you get commenting their uneducated opinions that lack any kind of critical thinking i'm expecting to get hate for being a paine fan, with things like "idk him but isn't he a founding father?? automatic slave owning conservative how fucking dare you" LIKE EVEN IF HE WAS I CAN THINK CRITICALLY ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT JUST BECAUSE HE WAS SHITTY DOESN'T MEAN HE DIDN'T DO GOOD THINGS THAT WE CAN TAKE INSPIRATION FROM WITHOUT ERASING THE SHITTY BITS
Founding father = automatic slave owner and rapist
Okay So i hope you read the jon cozart tweet. but someone replied telling him he was using the guys and it was wrong of him to do that. i started thinking. He actually went about it the right way like he is the ONLY youtuber who wants to make a video about the phandom that has actually tried to get to know the phandom before making the video rather than making a sweeping generalization about us and i for one appreciate that
i did see the jon’s tweet (and cornelia’s reply that actually melted my heart), but i didn’t see that reply! and i totally agree with you, people usually automatically make assumptions about the phandom, whether good or bad, and give really uneducated and biased opinions based upon what they have seen from only a small group of people that is not representative of the entire phandom. the way jon is going about it is very smart and shows that he genuinely wants to be informed on this topic!! i don’t really keep up with him so i’m not 100% sure if he is turning this into a video or not, but if he is i’m super excited about it and i think that it’s a really cool idea!
The "I'm sorry I don't have a read more option on mobile" fanfic
Warning: my tablet stinks. Please stick with me if there aren’t any paragraph breaks.
BASED ON A POST I SAW ON MY DASH ONCE. IF YOU HAVE THE LINK, PRETTY PLEASE REBLOG THIS WITH IT! I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE PROPER CREDIT BUT I CAN’T FIND IT!
Basis: Undertale fanfic. PTA Sans. Trigger warning because this is my first official fanfic sorry if it’s bad.
Frisk happily bounded up to the top of the bleachers, greeting their friends along the way. They always enjoyed sitting at the top. Not only did being up this high seem fun, but it gave them a perfect view of the rest of the gym.
Sans was sitting with the rest of the adults in the chairs, as they were having their PTA meeting. Frisk never understood why they invited the kids to stay in the gym while they had their meeting. It was so boring.
Sans wasn’t having fun either. These ridiculous people with their ridiculous uneducated opinions were enough to make anyone go mad. Every single time Linda spoke up, he almost fell asleep. Half the time he was joking, but once he actually did fall asleep. Eventually, Linda got fed up.
“If you aren’t going to be productive Sans, then go sit on the bleachers with the kids!”
Sans lazily walked up the steps, mumbling insulting puns under his breath.
Frisk stood up, exited to show Sans all their friends. The others were apprehensive. I mean, there was a skeleton walking around telling puns. Who wouldn’t be a bit worried at first? Sans turned to one of the kids, his hand outstretched.
“Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?” He moved his hand a bit, emphasizing that he wanted a handshake.
The kid hesitantly reached out his hand, and almost fell down in surprise when he heard a loud “PPPPHHHHHTFTF”. Frisk immediately burst into laughter, and the other kids followed suit. Sans looked down at the adults and saw most of them glaring in his direction, but he didn’t care.
After that, going to PTA meetings was fun. Sans often purposefully got himself exiled to the bleachers, where he was able to teach the kids more tricks. He taught them his best knock knock jokes, taught them how best to deliver a pun, taught them that getting yelled at for a pun was the best response.
Pretty soon, Frisk saw a change in their classmates. There was more laughing during class, and the students often set up the teachers for puns. The kids all knew what would happen, and all yelled “Geeeet dunked on!” when the punchline was delivered. Frisk greatly enjoyed the fact that all of the other kids seemed to genuinely like Sans.
Sans began to saw a change too. This one, however, was a negative change. The other adults in the PTA began to whisper when he walked in, and rumors began to spread. The adults often described him as a “bad influence”, and dragged their kids away when he got near.
Sans didn’t mind. He was used to the idiotic comments of the others. He had learned to ignore them. Besides, the kids were having fun, and that was all he cared about.
One day, when Sans and Frisk walked into the gym like normal, Linda gave them a pointed glare. She turned to the other parents and said just loud enough for them to hear, “I feel bad for Frisk. Having to grow up with that idiotic monster. I wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up in a mental institution, since they obviously love to hang out with these insane…things.”
Sans unconsciously took a step back. It was such a rude, uncalled for, and downright mean comment. Frisk looked up at their friends on the bleachers, trying to keep back tears. They didn’t exactly know what all the words Linda said meant, but they knew enough to know it wasn’t good.
Grabbing into Sans’ coat, Frisk looked up at him, a few tears falling as they said with a quiet voice, “Sans? What’s an institution? Am I really going there? Is it bad?”
Sans couldn’t bear to see them like this. Holding back his anger for just a few moments, he knelt down to Frisk’s height and put a hand on their shoulder.
“Nah kid, don’t worry. You aren’t going anywhere bad. I promise, nothing will happen to you.” With a pointed glare at the adults he turned back, deadly serious.
“I can’t promise nothing isn’t going to happen to these humans in a few moments, though. So hey, why don’t you go outside with your friends, build a sculpture of Linda, and wreck it for your uncle Sans okay? I have a feeling these humans are in for a b a d t i m e.”
Frisk looked at Sans with chills running down their back. He had asked them with his cold, black stare. He meant business, and Frisk wasn’t going to get in his way.
“Hey guys! Let’s go outside! I’m making a new recess time!” After hearing this, the kids eagerly ran outside, itching to get out of the stuffy and boring gym. Frisk looked back a moment before a blue aura slammed the door shut. Sighing, they went to go play with their friends, silently wishing that Sans would have Mercy.
Sans had no such plans. The lights flickered, the same moments that Sans was slowly approaching the now very afraid group of parents. Glaring up at them with one blue eye, Sans lifted them up off of the ground. It took all he had not to do anything drastic right then and there.
“Oh I get it now Linda. You think I’M the monster, huh? Well guess what, I think there’s an even worse one right here. In fact, there isn’t a single human in this room!”
The members of the PTA, realizing the intention of this particular comment, began to object. They immediately stopped once they saw the expression on Sans’ face.
Just as he was about to show them the true meaning of “get dunked on!”, he heard a tap at the door. Looking behind him, he saw Frisk’s face in the glass pane in the door.
Frisk had come back to make sure Sans didn’t do anything. They had been worried by the bright blue glow emanating from the room. They gave Sans a pointed look, and shook their head.
Sans hesitantly set the adults down and re-opened the doors. Frisk ran inside and gave Sans a hug.
“Oof, hey kid, not so tight. You don’t want me to fall apart!”
Frisk smiled up at him, glad that he didn’t do what he was about to.
“Come on Frisk, let’s get out of here. I think these humans have a lot to think about.”
Hello hello I just made this blog today on a whim just ‘cause I want to have fun sharing my unbiased uneducated opinions on those Chinese Cartoons™. I know this concept has been beaten into the ground recently with anime-rating pages on facebook but hey everyone’s got different opinions and different tastes and I think it’s always interesting to see what other people think about your favorite or least favorite show. I’ll be rating them on a S>A>B>C>D>F scale and talking about what I liked or didn’t like about a specific show. I will also begin rating characters by request if this blog gets attention.
If I could get a promo to help me get started I’d be really grateful, since I’m doing this on a suggestion-based system and I’d need followers for that
Day 25/100 ~ 20.04.17 ~ Excuse the really bad picture. Finished reading ‘The Tempest’ by the ol’ man Shakespeare. Also did some chapter Act summaries and wrote a little description on each of the characters.
I can’t say that this has become a new favourite of mine. I much prefer Macbeth, Othello and The Taming of the Shrew. The Tempest was too quick for my liking, the whole play covers a time period of 3 hours. In my uneducated opinion, people don’t usually want to marry someone after an hour of meeting them. I mean, it took Romeo and Juliet twelve or so hours to get married.
Anyway, beside the point, got this text read and ready for ‘back to school’.
Amusing fact I found today: Shakespeare’s epitaph was “Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones.”
I know this is stupid, but I wish all nations that were screwed up by russian government (including russians) , unite one day and just find a way to stop them. And I don't mean extreme way, I mean like a smart strategy. And the fact is that most russians would be very grateful for that! Like seriously. (I'm russian)
Yeah, I know how you feel and how you might feel like you’re trapped with this oppressive government with no real chance for REAL DEMOCRACY TM , but as long as you know who is keeping his ways of governing alive, nothing’s gonna change in my uneducated opinion. IDK what should happen so the situation would turn. Back in the day, in Poland it was a little bit different, we were too close to the western world and long story short,that allowed us to find this tear in the iron curtain and change out political future. Right now, I really don’t know what other nations could do to the Russian gov to stop it. It seems like nothing works with them and even if they agree on something, it’s seems to be high quality political swank. Everybody knows they’re gonna do what they want to do. Hang in there. Maybe in your lifetime…
So here it is, here it FINALLY is, words can’t express how sorry I am for taking so long with this. I really did put a lot of work and thought into this, I tried really hard and even though it’s heavy stuff and it doesn’t have any smut, I hope you guys still like it. And I hope that my fellow black girls who read this maybe get some comfort out of it, because I wanted to write it to work out some of the issues I’ve been having about this stuff.
The N word is used once in this blurb, so a warning for that. And, I guess I should tell you guys that the little story ‘you’ tell is something that happened to me when I was young. So. Yes. You’re welcome to tell me what you think, I hope you like it, and it was worth the wait <3
“You alright, love?” Harry’s voice cuts through the thicket of heavy thoughts occupying your mind, and you blink as you turn to look at him from over the car console. “You’re a bit quiet.”
You can tell by looking in his eyes that he knows what’s on your mind, he knows that you’ve been bracing yourself for this dinner party for days. He knows you only agreed to come for him. He just wants to know that you’re okay underneath it all. He wants to know you don’t hate him for it.
“I’m fine, baby,” you say quietly, placing your hand on his arm where it’s outstretched towards the steering wheel. The shirt he’s wearing is a crisp, pristine white, just sheer enough to be his style, and for a moment you stare at the contrast between it and your dark skin. It only drives your anticipation higher.
It isn’t that you don’t like any his friends; Harry is a sweet, open, funny guy, and therefore he attracts many of the same. Through your time of knowing him there are many friends of his that you would go so far as to call friends of your own as well.
The host of this party, however, is not one of them.
From the moment you met Blake there was something about him you didn’t like, something smug and snivelling in his face that put you off. As with everyone that Harry introduces you to though, you figure there must be something there that Harry sees in him, and so you resolved to withhold judgment until you got to know him better.
Getting to know him didn’t help. He proved to be as pompous and obnoxious as you had initially suspected, his ignorance never stopping him from loudly voicing his uneducated opinions, his pathological need to prove himself right in all situations making it utterly exhausting and infuriating to hold any meaningful conversation with him. Thankfully, he was a very busy man and often out of town, meaning you didn’t have to constantly suffer his presence, but it didn’t make those rare occurrences any easier to get through.
Harry, for his part, knows you well enough that he was aware of your contempt for his friend before you told him outright, but it wasn’t very easy for him to understand. Your boyfriend is really very intelligent, so much so that it frustrates you to no end that he doesn’t get enough credit for it, but when it comes to racial matters, he’s very much out of his element. Dating you only flustered him more, seeing as before he was able to remain mostly oblivious, now, with it loud and blatant and in his face, he didn’t know how to react. When the racist comments towards you started flooding in on social media, when tabloids printed articles of the two of you with headlines about him having caught a case of ‘jungle fever’, you weren’t happy about it of course, but it was nothing you didn’t expect. Harry, on the other hand, nearly gave him a stroke over it.
So you never felt like it would do you any good to sit Harry down and tell him you didn’t like his friend because you can tell he harbors racist views; it would upset and confuse him and it was a conversation you didn’t want to have to weather through. You just hoped that nothing ever happened to force the matter.
Sharing my opinion. Don't care if I get hate for it. I'm upset at the hypocrisy of the media.
The video I saw of TMZ talking about the DWUW video is the most ridiculous uneducated piece of fucking shit segment I have ever seen in my life. Rapey song? (And yes they said rapey SONG, not just rapey video).Do they not listen to the lyrics? Someone tell me how
“You can’t have my heart And you won’t use my mind but Do what you want (with my body) Do what you want with my body You can’t stop my voice cause You don’t own my life but Do what you want (with my body)”
sounds rapey. Or how about
“Write what you want Say what you want ‘bout me If you’re wondering Know that I’m not sorry”
“I feel good, I walk alone But then I trip over myself and I fall I, I stand up, and then I’m okay But then you print some shit That makes me wanna scream”
Yeah that’s so fucking rapey. They’re talking out of their fucking asses. They are so uneducated it’s literally DISGUSTING.
i hired a dog walking company and i’ve never met the person who comes to my apartment but they leave me really cute notes and they give my dog presents and i kind of love them because my dog does and ALSO one of the artists at this gallery opening is hella cute and i want them to paint me like one of their french girls AU for Jonsa where Sansa is the doggie walker for ghost 😻
Jon hadn’t been crazy about the idea of a dog walking service at first, but as Ghost grew and his schedule at work became more demanding, Jon realized that he didn’t have many options. Ghost needed his exercise, and Jon needed to provide it for him.
He hadn’t met the walker they’d assigned him, which bothered him at first, but the girl–Sansa–was obviously responsible and loved Ghost. She left notes every day telling Jon how Ghost had been (”He was a good boy so I gave him a treat.” “Ghost chased a squirrel at the park.” “A five-year-old called Ghost a bear and he seemed to like it.”), and more than once Jon came home to find brand-new dog toys. She’d even started making cartoons of Ghost’s adventures, which always made Jon smile.
He’d decided to keep all the cartoons and turn them into a comic book as a thank you gift for Sansa. He decided to take Ghost to the printing shop where it was waiting for him; on the way back, he saw that the new art gallery was having an open house and that some people had their dogs. He walked inside and looked around at some of the art. Most of it was rubbish in his uneducated opinion, but there was one series of flowers that he really liked. He was admiring one of the portraits when Ghost strained at his leash. Jon looked around and saw that Ghost was trying to reach a red-headed woman–possibly the most beautiful that Jon had ever seen.
“Ghostie!” the woman squealed, kneeling down and opening her arms wide.
Surprised, Jon released Ghost, who immediately bounded towards the woman and nearly barreled her over. She laughed and scratched the enormous dog behind the ears, cooing over him and giving his snout a kiss.
Jon walked over to her. “You…know my dog?”
The woman looked up at him with wide eyes, and then she laughed. “So you’re Jon!” she said, standing up. “I’m Sansa, I’ve been walking Ghost.”
Now it was Jon’s turn to widen his eyes. “You’re Sansa?” He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting–someone younger, perhaps, in sweats and t-shirts. Not this elegant woman in a slinky silver dress.
She smiled. “Yeah. Painting isn’t always financially steady, so I take on odd jobs, like walking dogs.”
Jon still had trouble imagining this woman as a dog walker. “So…you paint? Is your work here?”
She gestured to the flower paintings he’d been admiring. “It’s a series. Femininity through flowers.”
“These are amazing,” he said honestly. “They’re, uh, almost as good as your cartoons.”
Sansa laughed. “I don’t draw a lot of cartoons anymore, but with Ghost, I had to make an exception.”
Jon remembered the comic book in his bag. “Speaking of, I got you a little something.” He reached into his bag and handed her the comic book. “Just…a little something to say thank you.”
Sansa flipped through the book and beamed. “This is amazing! You kept all of these?!”
“They were really good.” He glanced around. “Er, I know you’ve got some…schmoozing to do, but do you want to stay for dinner tomorrow or something?”
Sansa’s smile grew. “That would be great.” She reached down to scratch Ghost behind the ears one last time. “I’ll just hang around after I walk Ghost, shall I?”
“Yeah, sure.” Jon raised his hand in a lame half-wave. “See you tomorrow.” He took Ghost’s leash and headed out of the gallery, trying not to think too hard about Sansa waiting for him when he came home tomorrow.
I have a few things to say about to the short debate that happened on my Tumblr page over the last two days. I’m happy that we were able to have a conversation about a really complex issue, I’m also comfortable with the fact that nothing was really concluded or resolved. I think that some questions have more than one answer, and that in trying to find overarching answers we lose the nuances of each person’s individual experiences. While some of our feelings and experiences may be relatable, we have to remember that they are not universal. No matter how much we try to empathize with one another, empathy is limited by our experiences. We don’t do ourselves any good by ignoring these limits.
I try to be forthcoming with my emotionality and my uncertainty in regards to certain situations, but I feel the need to clarify that being emotional and uncertain does not make me weak, uneducated or without strong opinions. In embracing ambivalence I’m acknowledging that my feelings are not universal or unchangeable, and that I don’t have all the answers. The more I learn and unlearn, the more complex my opinions become, the more I realize that there are no clean answers to any of the difficult questions we face as feminists and as people. We don’t have to agree, we can discuss why we disagree, but I refuse to engage with harmful behaviour disguised as progressive thought. So to those people who felt the need to personally attack me or the contributors to this blog, I would just like to remind you that bullying people whose opinions you may not agree with or understand is not a feminist act and is not welcome here. To everyone else, please don’t let the volatility of the Internet stop you from forming your own opinions and giving yourself room to change your mind.
“I think that, that is sort of an uneducated opinion. Maybe because I know more about the BDSM’ world, so it makes sense to me, but I…You know, everything that these characters do, they make the decision to do it. Christian doesn’t abuse Ana, she is not a victim. She is not a sad, weak-minded like…passive person. She is strong and confident and is exploring her body and her sexuality in a private environment with someone that she loves.“ -Dakota Johnson [On FSOG Promoting Domestic Violence] (x)(x)
I think that, that is sort of an uneducated opinion. Maybe because I know more about the BDSM’ world, so it makes sense to me, but I…You know, everything that these characters do, they make the decision to do it. Christian doesn’t abuse Ana, she is not a victim. She is not a sad, weak-minded like…passive person. She is strong and confident and is exploring her body and her sexuality in a private environment with someone that she loves.
Dakota Johnson about Fifty Shades being seen as a movie that promotes abusive relationships (2015)