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All Aboard the Party Elk

@thepartyelk

Reblogging again because I got an anon last week whining cause they did this to one of my unfinished series and the bot killed Y/N so now they want ME to give them a happy ending. Like. No. Suffer, bitch.

AI is the death of creativity. Anyone who does this to my stories and is stupid enough to brag about it will be blocked from ever reading my work again, AND I'll let everyone on tumblr know that you do this. We'll see how much fic you get to enjoy when every author blocks you forever.

Fic is a gift. I've said it before. Don't shit all over your lovingly handcrafted gifts, m'kay? This should be fucking obvious, but apparently for some of you it's not.

someone give him a grammy

This is fantastic and so confusing. So many songs I had a strong recognization for, and then some lines I had none. I really wanted to sing more than one of each. Wild.

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from the notes (thank you to @ yetanotherplayer): Where is the Love Mashup Our Song – Taylor Swift, Angel – Shaggy, Whatever You Like – T.I., Chicken Fried – Zac Brown Band, Love the Way You Lie – Eminem, Feathered Indians – Tyler Childers (yikes), Hey Ya – Outkast, How You Remind Me – Nickelback, Ocean Avenue – Yellowcard, Tubthumping – Chumbawhumba, Sweetest Girl (Dollar Bill) – Wyclef Jean, It’s a Great Day to be Alive – Travis Tritt, Irreplaceable – Beyo, I’ll Name the Dogs – Blake Shelton, BBQ Stain – Tim McGraw, Shape of You – Ed Sheeran, Self Conscious – Kanye West, Country Grammar (Hot Shit) – Nelly, You’re Beautiful – James Blunt, Soul Sister – Train, Every Morning – Sugar Ray, Just A Friend – Biz Markie, Welcome to the Black Parade – My Chemical Romance, I’m Like a Bird – Nelly Furtado, Crazy Bitch – Buckcherry, I Wanna Talk About Me – Toby Keith, Changes – Tupac , Bad Day – Daniel Powter, Scars – Papa Roach.

Ruby Bridges is 68. This is not ancient history. Not even close.

I know Ruby. She's a really nice person. The idea that they would try and write what she did as a girl out of history is shocking to me on so many levels, the simplest of which is just, but don't they know how lovely she is?

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Ruby was in Tucson, AZ last Thanksgiving. I wasn't able to attend due to illness, but I appreciated the opportunity.

No you cannot fix your entire life at 2am. Go to bed.

You can fix some of it though! By going to bed.

Ever since I read a post saying "don't trust yourself after 9pm" whenever I find myself spiralling at 2am I check the time, see it's after 9pm, and remember not to trust myself and just go to sleep. Works wonders. The problems are never as bad in the morning.

my liege you cannot trust this buffoon. he doesn’t even begin every other sentence with “my liege.” he‘ll never whisper in your ear the way i do it, my liege. sire. your fuckableness

99.99% of rap haters have never even listened to rap. or if they have it's like one gangsta rap song & they treat the genre as a monolith and act like it's representative of every rap song ever. and well of course they are also just racist

first & last line still stand even if rap was a monolith and all rap was gangsta rap. btw

Rap is great! Everyone knows the worst genre of music is country

99.99% of country haters have never even listened to country. or if they have it's like one post-9/11 pop country song by a rich poser & they treat the genre as a monolith and act like it's representative of every country song ever. and well of course they are also just classist

i would lecture you about the importance of jazz in US history and african american history and music history but you're a swiftie so there is no hope for you

oh no hun I'm sorry, we not doing gospel slander in my house

couldnt leave this in the tags

The term and concept of "rent lowering gunshots" has seeped into my mental vocabulary, and I've welcomed it there. Something I'm up to is gross and weird? Good, keeps the rent low. Keeps judgy people out. Post weird shit on your blog, do weird shit to your hair, be as fucky as your heart ever wants to be. If you're not the one making the profit, make yourself unprofitable. The aposematism of brightly coloured creatures is there to warn predators, not friends.

You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.

You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
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“So if little girls experience their menstrual cycle in 5th grade or 4th grade, will that prohibit conversations from them since they are in the grade lower than sixth grade?” asked state Rep. Ashley Gantt, a Democrat who taught in public schools and noted that girls as young as 10 can begin having periods.
“It would,” McClain responded.

Unbelievable. Link to article.

The first ever suicide prevention hotline was created in 1935 bevause a man conducted a funeral for a 14 year old girl who ended her life because she got her period. She didn't know what it was and assumed it was a STD. Learning about periods and sexual health is life saving. Republicans are unapologetically just evil.

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You know, here's a thing: I went to Catholic school from age 5 to age 16. (My family's not Christian, but the local public schools weren't great, so -- )

In 4th grade, girls were given a clear, scientific, extremely bland pamphlet about menstruation. It was Boring and Educational. There wasn't any class about it or anything -- just the pamphlet, provided in a plain manila envelope for you to take home.

Starting in 5th grade, the school provided a small pack of pads to girls. This was probably so that anyone who unexpectedly started her period at school would have an emergency supply, but the thing was: this boring pamphlet, this pack of pads handed to you by a nun, made menstruation...so normal. It's so normal that a nun hands you a pack of pads. It's so normal that there's a boring pamphlet. It's just a thing your body does. (It's so normal that you realize, oh, nuns have periods, huh.)

It kills me, KILLS ME, that this totally boring and bland form of education about human bodies is somehow Too Much, Too Scary, Too Sexy, for some people.