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I’m doing a persuasive speech and this would really help me out.
If you think animals should be adopted from shelters, reblog.
If you think animals should be bought from pet stores, like.
*REBLOGS FURIOUSLY*
waiting for a reply for ages then finding out it was your turn to reply all along
honduran white tent bats roosting under a heliconia leaf, which they sever down the length of its midrib to create a ‘tent’ that provides a waterproof shelter and protection from potential predators.
Did you mean, “Adorable cotton fluffs with eyes?”
*screaming*
I love this
“you come here often?”
“DWARVEN CRAAAFTS”“hey baby did it hurt when you fell from heaven-”
“FAVOR THE BOW, EH? I’M A SWORD MAN MYSELF”
“hey let me buy you a drin-”
“LET ME GUESS: SOMEONE STOLE YOUR SWEET ROLL?”
“hey gorgeous-”
“I LIKE SHORTS! THEY’RE COMFY AND EASY TO WEAR!”
“hey beauti-”
“SOMETIMES, I DREAM ABOUT CHEESE”
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Does anyone else like…
Play a fanfiction in their head
and it’s really good and keeps you occupied
but when you actually sit down to write it
just
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Lisa Simpson at Stuff-n-Hug
This really says a LOT
simpsons is so next level
I took my girls shopping for some summer clothes Saturday. T-shirts, jeans, shorts. They both love Marvel and superheroes and transformers and Hogwarts and stuff like that. Not so much pink and pretty stuff. They’ve both grown so much that this was the first time we were shopping in the grown up women’s section. Boring selections when it comes to t-shirts. Flowers and zebras and butterflies.
But what was making it near impossible was that all the t-shirts, the few they kinda-sorta liked, had either low/wide cut necklines or were extremely tailored for nipped in waists with little cap sleeves and short hemlines. Showing way too much skin for their ages as far as we all were concerned. So we headed over to the men’s section. A whole WALL full of properly cut tees with great designs on them!
They ran over and started hunting up things they liked. Two women were stocking shelves.
“You know these are MEN’S shirts.”
“The girl’s section is over there.”
“There’s not gonna be any Princesses over here, darlin’.”
“These shirts are for the boys.”
“This isn’t going to fit you right, honey.”
I ignored the first time one of them said anything. Just told the girls what sizes they needed to look for and that they could each pick five shirts. But the women kept interrupting me. I tried to stay polite. “Yes, I know this is the men’s department.” But they kept making comments.
Finally I was getting mad. I told them we didn’t need any help. My girls were allowed to wear whatever they liked and they didn’t like the shirt designs in the women’s section and I didn’t like how low the necklines were.
Instead of just noticing that I was getting fed up with their “help”, they started arguing with me! One of them told my oldest, who is conventionally cute and skinny and starting to fill out (but still only 12), that “Oh that’s just because he’s your daddy. He doesn’t understand that a girl wants to show off for the boys!”
That was the last straw. I’m afraid I totally lost my temper. I told them (amongst a few other choice words) that they’d better walk away and come back to finish restocking the shelves once we’d left the area or I’d get the manager.
I try hard not to be rude to sales people and people in the service industry. That’s a difficult and thankless job. But for fuck’s sake! The first few comments were bad enough, but trying to undermine my moral authority with my kids? All in the name of gender and sexuality policing. They couldn’t get past the idea that my girls might prefer t-shirts that had “boy” designs on them and that didn’t hyper-sexualize them. The idea was abhorrent to them and they had to interfere and then KEEP interfering.
Once our sales “help” was gone, the girls found a bunch of shirts. Captain America, Minecraft, Doctor Who, Batman, Avengers. All the stuff they’re into. I mean, they also like MLP and Littlest Pet Shop and soft fluffy stuffed animals and Monster High dolls. We hit the toy section too for some of that stuff cos they brought their saved-up allowances with them.
At least we didn’t get any “help” in the shoe section. They’d’ve had a cow again cos while the youngest found a cute pair of pink and purple sneakers, I ‘let’ the oldest go to the men’s section and find a cool pair of dark blue and grey ones. (and omg their feet are huge! youngest wears a women’s size 9.5 and oldest wars a men’s 8. FFS, I wear a men’s 8.5. Their feet are almost as big as mine! How’d that happen?)
I hate this gender policing shit and won’t put up with it at all. I always feel for kids whose parents enforce this shit. I see it at stores when a girl or boy strays outside the lines, too often the parents are the one who pull them back into their place and it makes me sad.
Like, their friends who are boys, when they’re over at our house, they sit there and play with the girl toys as much as the boy toys. One of the boys loves playing LPS with my youngest, making up stories and stuff. The first time I walked out into the playroom and saw, he got so nervous and tried to say that he was just doing it to be nice to her. I told him that it was fine. He could play with whatever he wanted to and I wouldn’t tell anyone. Word got around to the other boys I guess cos now they all play whatever and don’t stop if I “catch” them.
I get shit from my mom about it too. I’m trying to make them into little boys. I shouldn’t have bought them trucks and toy swords when they were little. The oldest needs to learn to start wearing dresses now not just blue jeans. Why did I ‘let’ her get her hair cut short? I need to put the youngest on a diet and make her wear training bras. Why do I let them play with boys? etc etc etc.
*eyeroll.gif*
I just find it so hard to believe that it’s the 21st century and people are still getting their knickers in a twist over this kind of thing.
^^^^ This man deserves a dad of the year award. ^^^^
ash you fucking idiot
favourite fucking line
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THIS IS WHAT A WORLD LEADER LOOKS LIKE.
DESMOND TUTU, I OFFICIALLY LOVE YOU.
-MICHAEL STIPE
“I would refuse to go to a homophobic heaven. No, I would say sorry, I mean I would much rather go to the other place,” Archbishop Tutu said at the launch of the Free and Equal campaign in Cape Town.
“I would not worship a God who is homophobic and that is how deeply I feel about this.”
Archbishop Tutu said the campaign against homophobia was similar to the campaign waged against racism in South Africa.
“I am as passionate about this campaign as I ever was about apartheid. For me, it is at the same level,” he added.
[source: BBC News]
raise your hand if you have so many ideas that you’re not talented enough for
AMAZING
I downloaded a skeleton mod and another mod fucked it up and it would only let you him have hatsune miku hair couldn’t even go hairless
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Throughout high school I honed my craft—video—and created hilarious and spectacular things. I was told by so many people they were amazing and great and funny and I was definitely the next Stephen Spielburg. Then I went to film school.
Everyone in that first video class? They had honed their craft—video—and created hilarious and spectacular things. They were told by so many people that they were amazing and great and funny and they were definitely the next Stephen Spielburg.
The thing to remember is that art—whether it be drawing, video, sculpture, poetry, music, whatever—is a skill. Practicing will indeed make you better. But no amount of practice will ever change *you* and the way you think. From a “skill” perspective, you might be completely equal to another artist, but the things you each create will be wildly different.
Don’t stop creating because someone is better than you, because they’ll never be you—and that’s the most important part of your art.
(Recently posted this on Facebook for a friend, but perhaps the artists of Tumblr could appreciate it as well.)
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waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
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