This is the same cousin who thought lesbian and Lebanon were the same thing.
*watching vid by trans youtuber*
My cousin, age 9 (while playing with my hair and looking over my shoulder):
oooooh! I like her hair, why is it white?
Because she was born with something called waardenburg syndrome.
and it makes her hair change colors!?
Haha, no, she just has this little portion of her hair white.
She's the most BEAUTIFUl girl I've ever seen. She's like a fairy, she's an angel!
*knowing her dad is a conservative white supremacist christian who actively has tried to groom her against the LGBT+ community and gender ideology* *It's time to have The Talk* Can I tell you a secret? That girl is trans.
It means that when she was born, people saw her body and thought she was a boy. But when she grew up, she realized she had the heart of a girl, so she grew her hair, changed her clothes and with the help of her family and a few doctors, now when people look at her they all know she's a girl, like she always did in her heart.
So she had a boy's body when she was born?
[kid's a sharp one and I'm honestly impressed]
You could say that, yeah.
So now the doctors gave her a girl body?
They didn't switch her body. They just changed the body she already had.
No, you are not a mistake. Do not believe the whispers that occupy your mind at night as your lay your head down and tears stain your cheeks. Can’t you see? You bear the very image of God. It’s His breath in your lungs. You think little of yourself, yet He thought enough of you to leave Heaven and lay His life down. So, please, don’t give up. You are not a burden. You are not a mistake. You do have a purpose. Your life has meaning. It’s all found in Him.
Stop moderating your comment section (“if you have an objection, make it in the comments where I’ll remove it because you were mean to me”)
Enable your likes and dislikes
Open your inbox and let people ask you things
Anyone can say “ratings are useless” when you’re micromanaging every outcome that can expose the scummy person you are. Do you truly believe that ratings are useless? Don’t be a coward and actually learn to take some criticism for once. Ironic considering you’re a person who loves to extensively talk shit about things that don’t matter in the long run.
Altean Pidge x Galra Keith Part 2! (Pt1: Kidge Headcanon No.30) This will probably be my little Kidge series since I have too many ideas for this AU! It’s not my AU, but I love it 😂😂
Pidge: *wakes up slowly* What… happened? *sits up from where she was laying and sees that she’s in a wooden house* Where am I?
Keith: *walks into the room with a tray that has a glass of water and a bowl of soup* Oh good, you’re up. *places the tray down on a small table next to the bed Pidge was laying on*
Pidge: *backs away from Keith* What did you do to me in my sleep, Galra?!
Keith: *rolls eyes* Calm down, miss. I didn’t do anything to you besides bring you here. Now eat the soup; I’m sure you’re hungry after not eating anything for 10,000 years.
Pidge: *looks at the soup in disgust* No thanks, I’m not hungry- *stomach growls* …
Keith: *raises an eyebrow at Pidge* You were saying?
Pidge: *blushes a tiny bit in embarrassment and looks away* Whatever. How do I know you didn’t poison the food or water??
Keith: If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it when you passed out, Princess. *getting slightly annoyed*
Pidge: Don’t call me that! But… you have a point.. *slowly grabs the soup, gets the spoon and places it in the bowl* I can’t believe I’m doing this… *picks up some soup with spoon and eats it, then shows a look of surprise*
Pidge: *shakes the surprise off* Just cause I’m eating this, doesn’t mean I trust you!
Keith: Didn’t expect you to in the first place.
Pidge: *looks down at the soup* So… are all the Alteans really… gone?
Keith: As far as we know, yes.
Pidge: *glares at the soup with tears rising in her eyes as her fingers flinch on the bowl in sadness* I see…
Keith: *looks at Pidge sadly* Listen… you might not believe me after everything my kind did to yours, but not all galra are bad. I’m in an organization that serves a purpose to defeat Zarkon. I know it doesn’t sound real, but it is. You may not trust me now, but just know *places a hand on Pidge’s knee lightly* I won’t harm you in anyway. I promise.
Pidge: *tears fall from her eyes as she stares at Keith in shock before nodding a bit* Thank you… uh…
Keith: Keith Kogane. And you are?
Pidge: Katie. Katie Holt
Keith: Katie.. what a pretty name. *smiles at her a little*
Pidge: *blushes a bit before smiling a little as well* Thanks.
I guess if it, like, hasn't really affected me up until now, like, it doesn't affect me now, so I'm just cruising.
I mean, that seems like a horrible attitude to have. But I've got to say, it makes me a little jealous. I wish I could go back to a time when I wasn't, like, from the moment I woke up to the moment I go back to sleep, thinking about the wormhole, thinking about...ah, shit, I can't believe how horrible things are now that Thanos has taken over all of the universe.
Yeah, if you just check out for a minute and you just, like, don't even make that a part of your reality, it's like, we cool, what's for breakfast?
This is how I met Miles Kane at the concert on Hamburg. First of all the show was fantastic!! He was so full of energy (as always) and the rest of the band was as amazing. I was on the front row and I held his hand for a very short time. After the gig I waited in front of the dressing room with a few others that decided to leave after a while. But I really wanted a picture with him but I was to shy to just go in there. After a while some older men came out of the room the concert took place and asked me why I was standing there and when I told them why they just opened the door and said that there was a girl waiting to get a picture. And Miles actually came out holding a beer. I was so nervous and really happy. When I told him that the show was great and that I love his music he said “Thank you, Baby” in a really soft voice. And his eyes were so beautiful and he in general is gorgeous!! (Even more in person)Then the older men started talking to him but they were far more relaxed than I was. One of them took the photo. And when we said goodbye Miles did this italian way of greeting or saying goodbye to somebody. You know, where the cheeks touch. (This description is a mess. Sorry I’m German. But I’m sure you understand what I mean) I was really happy afterwards and I couldn’t believe that I had actually met Miles Kane! His songs really helped me when I was feeling down. Especially since I stutter sometimes and his song “Don’t forget who you are” really made me feel better because I’m really “tongue tied and breathless”
I am so thankful and incredibly happy that I got to meet him. I wish I told him about how his songs made me feel better but my brain wasn’t working properly.
Hi. I don't know how to properly 'ask' my question but this has been one of the things related to planets that I just can't imagine. When they say for a planet that it's a gas giant, does that mean, since they don't have solid surface, if you went to any of those, you wouldn't have anything to 'land on'. I mean, you would just be falling and falling down through never-ending atmosphere until you reached the core? I'm sorry if my question is dumb but this has always been so un-imaginable to me.
Basically that. Supposedly these planets still have other layers until they actually reach the nucleus, for example, believe Jupiter/Saturn has a liquid metallic hydrogen
layer, and an outer layer of molecular hydrogen. If we go deeper toward the core the pressure and the temperature will increase.
I'm 99.9% sure I've asked for this one so don't hate me kjdkxkfj Derek has amnesia, and he thinks he's in college and doesn't believe Stiles is his mate (closed gay)so he flirts with the girls and be's homophobic? Thank you <3
Leorio asks if he’d like to go dancing and Kurapika laughs in his face bitter and mean until Leorio turns on his heels and stomps away.
Leorio is a healer, a doctor, a fixer and Kurapika knows that he wants to undo the harm etched into his heart. Kurapika needs to keep him on his toes. Keep him guessing. Keep him surprised. Some days Leorio asks if he’s eaten and Kurapika shrugs and orders pizza. Other times he replies snide and rude. Sometimes he just freezes him out. No answer. No warmth.
He knows the last one pisses him off the most.
Leorio is a cheater, a thief, and a fraud. Kurapika’s seen him pocket fruit from food stands and lie on the phone to employers about his health. Crass habits that are hard to let go when you grew up poor and suffering.
Still. Leorio is caring and Leorio is gentle and Leorio works and works and works until he’s run himself ragged and dead on his feet. Kurapika has seen him stay awake the entire night with flashcards in hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Watched him pour over his notes and nibble on the ends of pens. Watched him as the sun rose and saw him change his clothes and quickly shower so he could meet their aging downstairs neighbor and drive her to the health care office because Leorio knows no one else has the time.
There’s a wonder in the back of Kurapika’s mind. If Leorio has flashcards on him. If he’s another subject to study until he finds the right approach to carving out whatever cancerous growth is embedded in Kurapika’s soul that is making him so bitter and mean and inhuman and unbearable.
Kurapika keeps him on his toes. He avoids his gaze and changes his habits at random and refuses to let Leorio see him sleep.
He doesn’t want to be fixed.
Leorio asks if he wants to go dancing and Kurapika laughs in his face. Laughs as Leorio storms out of his room. Laughs as the door slams shut. Laughs and laughs until his face is red and his chest is aching and he can’t breath the whole thing is so funny that he laughs long enough that Leorio actually comes back to check on him.
A large warm hand rubs the spot between his shoulders that makes him melt. Soothing the coughing drawn out by his incessant and inappropriate chortles. He’s drawn into Leorio’s side. Rocked gently and waited on until the fat tears rolling down his face slows and his breath is barely caught up and he can answer “I don’t know how.”
It’s a lie but it’s not. He knew how to dance once. Traditional and in a group as his village held parties that every adult and child stomped along to with glee.
Those days were dead and Kurapika doesn’t know if his feet could even remember the rhythms he had grown up on.
He doesn’t explain all this though. Doesn’t know how to articulate the depth of cultural destruction that spread through his veins like a fungal infection eating and rotting him from the inside. Try and take a scapal to that, Mr. Doctor Sir. Try and fix all this.
“I could teach you,” Leorio says. “I’m not the best but I could- nevermind. Whatever. It’s stupid let’s-”
Kurapika snorts. “I don’t believe you,” he says.
“What do you mean you don’t-”
“I mean I don’t believe you can dance. At all.” He wipes at his eyes. Straightens his back and shakes the hair out of his face. “Show me.”
This is one way to keep him on his toes.
Kurapika’s heart picks up speed when Leorio stands and drags him with him. All that blood pumping poison and rot in him.
Kurapika is pulled close, Leorio’s hands on his waist and Kurapika’s braced against his chest in return.
He pulls him along. Taking quick steps and forcing Kurapika’s hips to rock with a beat unknown and closing his eyes as he leads them around the small cramped room almost knocking into side tables and dressers and piles of clothes.
“You suck at this,” Kurapika laughs with his head thrown back not a single lie on his tongue.
Leorio grins. “But you love it,” and only truth is uttered.
Hey dev, can you please explain how networking works in the game industry when you can't afford to go to the big conferences in the US? I was told at some telephone job interviews that they believe I'm not fully there yet, I should look for a mentor, network more and work on my LinkedIn. I have no idea how to do that, I mean... can I just add people on LI I've never met or talked to? My country has no games industry, I don't know people who work in games or use LinkedIn to begin with...
Let me start by saying I understand how frustrating it must feel - you need guidance on how to improve but don’t know where to obtain that guidance. I’ve been there. It sucks. It can especially feel hopeless if there isn’t a significant games industry in your locality. However, we have the greatest communications tool yet invented at our fingertips - the internet - so leverage it to get you the sort of guidance you need.
There are two main points to internalize:
You need to understand that game development is an inherently social activity. It’s really really hard to build an entire game solo, so most of us gather teams to make the magic happen.
The best way to get better at something is to do it.
What you need to do is find a group to work with and make some games happen. I suggest picking up an off-the-shelf engine like Unity or Unreal if you haven’t already and joining the dev community. Start by learning the basics of how things work by working through the tutorials provided. Once you’ve found your footing, volunteer for a dev team that is recruiting. Don’t go into it thinking “this is going to be the game I always wanted to make”, but view it as “This is how I will learn how to do some stuff”. Get to know your team - how to communicate, how to deal with roadblocks, how to work together.
Participate in community discussions on the forums, but view it as a learning experience and not an argument. Why do these other developers hold these views? Why is this choice better than that one? If you don’t know the answer to these questions, ask. Don’t take what they say personally, distill their statements into actual useful advice. Some of these folks will be amateurs, but some will be professionals who have been doing things for a long time. Listen to them.
Participate in Game Jams. Game Jams are short (1-7 day) sessions where you get together with a small team and try to build a working game prototype within the time allotted. You don’t need to bring your own team; the goal is to introduce people and get them working together. These don’t even have to be local. There are online game jams you can participate in as well.
As you meet people and work with them, reach out to them on a social level as well. Maybe you can discuss a new game that just came out, or play a few matches of Overwatch or Street Fighter together. You can also try asking them for their LinkedIn contact information. You build a network with people and that means establishing and building relationships of mutual respect with them first. As you improve your skills and build a portfolio of things you have done, you should also naturally build up a network of relationships with others who you’ve worked with, who you can talk to about development, and whose criticism you trust.
Rule #1, if it's about me, @ me, so I can see it. Rule #2, if you heard shit that didn't come from me, then don't believe it 'cause I hate a bitch that posts shit then before you see it she delete it and when you come to her she get to switchin' up like "girl I ain't even really mean it." So when I catch you lackin' don't say shit just prepare yo ass for this beatin' 'cause on sight means on sight, not in no counselor's office having meetings, and if you pull my tracks I'ma break yo face and you really gonna be left bleeding.
I honestly wonder how many people on this website have never had the word queer used against them as a slur a day in their life and never had any negative connotations with the word at all until they came to this website, saw the discourse, and internalized all the “queer is a horrible word and if you don’t tag the q slur it means you hate survivors of homophobic abuse!!!” bullshit and then—and only then—did they start feeling uncomfortable with the word queer.