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bellygangstaboo

the tea is scalding

scottandhiskind

These are the most stereotypical young republicans I’ve ever seen

mulcahoe

nessa007

Millie Bobby Brown starring as Enola Holmes Enola Holmes (2020) Dir. Harry Bradbeer

pr1nceshawn

Worst Case vs. Best Case Scenarios by Karina Farek.

castorochiaro

This is a great joke, but it’s also a wonderful strategy for reducing anxiety that I learned about in therapy. If you’re ever nervous about something, just ask yourself: what’s the best thing that can happen? What’s the worst thing? What will most likely happen?

It does wonders for your nerves, really does.

pan-positivity

[Video description: a man holding a small chocolate box is wearing a orange plaid shirt, he is mostly bald but has a beard and small amount of hair on his head. The man also has tattoos on his arms.

Man: you know, momma always said having kids was like a box of chocolates

You never know what your gonna get

(the man opens the box and pulls out a small note with the word pansexual written on it)

Man: thats a good one!

(pulls out note with bisexual written on it)

Man: i like that one too!

(pulls out another note with asexual on it)

Man: thats a good one!

(pulls out card with gender fluid on it)

Man: yes!

(pulls out card with non binary on it)

Man: oh, yes!

(pulls out card with trans gender on it)

Man: definitely!!

(pulls out card with straight on it)

Man: thats a good one

(pulls out card with gay on it)

Man: i like that one!

(pulls out card with lesbian on it)

Man: and i like this one too!

There isn't anything in this box that i dont like!

The video ends and is credited to princess dad @/ourdadnow on tik tok

End description]

sehyn

my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

despazito

maggiemae873

Some fun facts about “vegan leather.”

Yes, it is plastic. Which means it’s breaking down and releasing micro-particles into the environment.

That’s bad.

There’s also the whole “plastic comes from oil” issue and no, most vegan leather is not made from plant based plastic or recycled plastic.

It’s also not recyclable itself.

It wears out faster, and is less repairable, so you’ll have to buy new boots or whatever every couple of years instead of like. Once every decade and getting them occasionally fixed (for typically less than the cost of a new pair of vegan leather boots).

One of the attorneys I work with has a beat-up leather briefcase he was gifted when he passed the bar. In the 70s.

Another attorney bought a vegan leather one last year and he already has had to replace it.

It doesn’t “breath,” so your boots are more likely to smell than if they were made of leather.

It won’t form to your feet over time, so it’s less comfortable.

It also isn’t anywhere near as warm in the winter.

It doesn’t protect against various dangers and, in some cases, could make things much worse for the wearer. Ever had plastic melted to your skin? It’s not fun.

I know someone that professionally butchers local livestock and game. A few years ago, she would sell hides to various manufacturers. Now, she can’t even pay people to take hides. Her shop had to buy a bigger dumpster to hold the hides because they can’t get rid of them.

Because no one wants leather anymore.

(I could go on and on about the ethics of the meat industry in america, but to stay on topic, I won’t. Send me an ask if you want to talk about it. Same goes for initial cost issues for low income people, because I know that’s also a major thing)

Basically, as long as there is a market for beef in America, there will be hides that can be turned into leather. Yes, I know, there are a lot more complex issues in this, what with capitalism and all. See previous paragraph.

But the bottom line is that vegan leather SUCKS and people should avoid buying it whenever possible.

freakazxid

that post about ‘the patti lupone you know is already dead and gone’ sends me every fucking time. i love that stupid post. it’s so fucking funny.

freakazxid

this is peak humour kadjfk;lasjflka;sjfl

christine-is-a-cinnamon-roll

self care is dropping a chandelier on a large crowd of people

wizzard890

do whatever you need to cope

gifsboom

Moulay Hassan, Crown Prince of Morocco hates it when you try to kiss his hand.

mistamarqui2u

Thas the fastest snatch ever

kahoot-yaqoot-deactivated202306

This is all traditional in Morocco. The royalty are supposed to reject hand kisses as a show of humbleness.

It’s kind of like when someone bows to royalty and the king goes, “No no, no need to bow”.

It’s not that the prince is a snobby kid—it’s just what he’s supposed to do.

jamesstandrew

I’ve seen this post before so many time but never before with that last addition. The added context definitely changes things

sanesparza

awwww-cute

Went kayaking with my girlfriend and we made the cutest friend!

whatsfreebaseandwhatsfreeabouti

excuse me WHY are his hands up i cant handle this

unclefather

pick him up

westieronto

How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”

thefemcritique

The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around

pardonmewhileipanic

pls watch

honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me

mttheww

Dorothy: Dr. Budd?

Dr. Budd: Yes?

Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.

Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–

Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.

Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.

Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.

Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.

Dr. Budd: Good!

Dorothy: But I will!

Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?

Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–

Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.

Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–

Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.

Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.