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Inktober day 15 gets colored!
Brigitte Bardot at her house La Madrague at St Tropez.1960. Nicolas Tikhomiroff
All kinds of PR is difficult.
I can't even with these two đ #smize #theseidiots #furkids #labsofinstagram
masculinity is a prison, time doesnât exist, gender isnât real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasnât white.
me @ dinner parties
lets see what some dude says this time I reblog this lmao
Somebody once told me the CHAAAAAAANGE Is gonna roll me I said yep. What a concept On her forehead Somebody Somebody Some Once asked Is gonna roll On her forehead Well the years start coming and they donât stop some But the Meteor men beg to differ But the Meteor men beg to differ Hey now Somebody once Hey now But the Meteor men But the Meteor men On her forehead Youâll never shine if you donât body Hey now, youâre an Allstar Youâre an Allstar CHAAAAAAANGE Hey now, youâre a Rockstar Youâre an Allstar On her forehead All that glitters is some Only shooting stars Only shooting stars Only Some once told me (STATIC) But the Meteor men beg to differ Itâs getting pretty thin The waters getting warm so you Pretty thin The ice we skate The hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate Meteor men (THE WORLDS ON FIRE) Howâs about yours yours forehead Hey now, youâre an Allstar Somebody asked could I ⊠I said yep, what a concept yep yep yep what a concept what a concept (whistling) I like that boat That is a nice, nice boat. I like that boat That is a nice, nice boat (amalgam of nice nice boat, all that glitters and only shooting stars) I said yep what a concept. I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little CHAAAAAAANGEï»ż
this is humor on a level i was not prepared for. this is a work of genius
Somewhere a man sits naked, cold and wet in a room too small while his CIA interrogators play this on a loop.
iâm not crying i swear to christ
Do you have any triggers?
Jello, Popsicles, Soup Broth.Â
Nah, I never joke about Jello, Popsicles, and Soup BrothâŠ
Indeed, I am!
Iâm a disability advocate whose triggers are Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth.Â
I legit just lost a follower over this.Â
They must be really big fans of Jello and/or Popsicles and/or Soup Broth.Â
For those who have trouble detecting sarcasm - the last sentence about them being fans of said foods was sarcastic. But a few people have really unfollowed me over this.Â
The other three replies, including the original, are serious.Â
Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth are my legit triggers. I would never joke about that.Â
I know it sounds bizarre. But trust me, Iâm serious.Â
(Iâm also not a big fan of fluorescent lights.)
It should be noted that I havenât received this many death threats since the Great Snape War of 2013.Â
This is by far my favorite reply:
All right, folks, take your seats, because class is now in session! Letâs have a little talkâŠ
Yeah, yeah, I know itâs Saturday, but learning is fun.
Iâve had seven surgeries in my lifetime and will probably have many more in the future. And one such surgery, which happened about nine years ago, involved really fun (*sarcasm*) things like tubes that are shoved up your nose and end up in your stomach (I know, I didnât think it was possible either until they did it), eight gallons of really disgusting fluid, pain, lots of pain, and the direct order that I had to evacuate every single bit of food that was inside me.
And that was before the surgery even began!
After the surgery, I had to stay in the hospital for about a month.
And I was on whatâs called a clear-liquid diet.
Whatâs a clear-liquid diet?
For this particular hospital:
Water, Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth.
A meal that was delivered to my hospital room three times a day.
Thatâs all I was allowed to eat.
For those of you who enjoy doing math: I was in the hospital for a month, which is roughly 30 days. I had to eat this meal three times a day. Thatâs 90 bowls of soup broth, 90 containers of Jello, and 90 Popsicles. Ninety times I had to eat these things. In the span of a month. 90.
Which means that nine years later, I am actually physically unable to eat these three items without vomiting. Itâs a sensory trigger.
So why didnât I talk about this from the beginning instead of enduring four death-threats, six unfollows, and nineteen messages/comments (not including the death threats and the ones that just said âPopsicles, Jello, Soup Brothâ over and over again)?
Well, thereâs two reasons.
A.) I donât have to. People donât ever have to explain why something is triggering to them. Once they say that it is, it should just be a given.
And
B.) The above comment is right. I am a disability advocate. And part of that advocacy includes advocating on behalf of people with triggers. And so, youâve all been part of a social experiment for the past few hours - an experiment to see how people react when they see that someone has really bizarre triggers (out-of-context).
And Iâm a bit sad to say that many of you have failed. Even other people with triggers and/or other advocates.Â
So listen because this is really important:
I know that triggers are a sensitive subject and I know that there are people out there who do joke about them.
But there are even more people out there who have triggers that seem really bizarre and even silly.
And you know what?
You cannot invalidate those triggers.
You cannot assume that someone is joking, you cannot assume that theyâre mocking other people with triggers that are more commonplace or âsensibleâ, you cannot assume that they are anything less than genuine.
If someone tells you that they have a trigger, you need to believe them, no matter how bizarre it might seem.
Class Dismissed.
Alright ladies and gentleman, hereâs the deal:
Today the Drumpf campaign reached a new, very dangerous low. They are calling for Russia to actually hack into Hillary Clintonâs e-mails and release them. They are calling for a foreign government to compromise our national security so that he can win the White House. This isnât just âtypical Drumpfâ, this is treasonous.
The list above is the list of current Representatives, Senators, and Governors who are endorsing Drumpf as President. They donât care about us, but they DO care about our votes.Â
About a month ago I watched a John Oliver segment about gun violence, and how itâs difficult for gun reform to pass, among other reasons, because, even though a majority of the American people are for gun reform, most of the calls into Congress are coming from NRA members because they are organized.
We have to get organized.
Spread the word. Tell them that, if they continue to support Drumpf, you cannot in good conscious vote for them. It doesnât matter which party your from, it doesnât matter whether or not you were going to vote for them. You flood them with calls until they pull their support.
If you need to find your Representative, hereâs a website that will help.Â
And, if youâre interested, hereâs a complete list of endorsements that the Drumpf/Pence ticket has gotten.
I didnât think Drumpf could get any more dangerous than he already was, but here we are. We thought that him calling immigrants rapists was enough and it wasnât. We thought him making fun of the disabled during a press conference was enough and it wasnât. We thought his sexist remarks were enough and it wasnât. We thought him championing the most conservative platform we have ever seen was enough and it wasnât.
Enough.
We need to stop him. We need to unite to get this man away from any influence.
Call your Representative. Call your Senator. Call your Governor.Â
Enough is enough.
No one reblogged this when I posted this initially but IF YOU LIVE IN THESE STATES IF YOU ARE REPRESENTED BY THESE PEOPLE YOU NEED TO CALL THEM AND TELL THEM TO PULL THEIR SUPPORT OF DRUMPF
Like there going to listen to a bunch of millennials
1) How the hell would they know how old you are just from a phone call? They donât. All they know is that a voter is calling them and thatâs all that matters
2) Thatâs a very dangerous mindset to have. The reason youâre thinking that is because you think the politicians donât care about us, but thatâs because weâve been told over and over again that we donât vote. You know how to get people to listen to you are care about you? YOU VOTE!
They're*.
me as a parent.
Have been neglecting this blog for a little while for various (mostly just busy) reasons (sorry). But nothing on earth could stop me from posting this.
I want to emphasize @thenibâs comment:Â âWe actually paid the artist who made this.â
An artist is (almost always) a small business. And @thenib actually supported @kcgreenn (original comic is here btw)Â
Dear whomever runs the GOP twitter account: Fuck you.
Dear whomever runs the @thenib account: Waffles are on me.
The most valuable thing I learned doing a Masters degree with depression, anxiety and ADHD was to change my âthings Iâm bad atâ list to âthings I canât do on my own.â Stop thinking of them as things I could do if I tried hard enough, and accept that I canât accomplish them by effort and willpower alone; theyâre genuine neurocognitive deficits, and if I need to do the thing, then just like a blind person reading or a mobility impaired person going up a storey in a building, I need to find a different method.
Iâm âbad atâ working on long-term projects without an imminent deadline or someone breathing down my neck? Okay, letâs change that: I canât work on long-term projects without an imminent deadline and someone breathing down my neck. So letâs create an imminent deadline and recruit neck-breathers. Find a sympathetic prof who will agree that 3 weeks before the due date they expect me to show them my preliminary notes and bibliography. Get a friend I trust to block off an hour to sit with me and keep asking, âAre you working on your project?â Write a blog post about my progress. Arrange to trade papers and proofread them with another student.
Accept your limitations and learn to leverage them, instead of buying the neurotypical fairytale that theyâll go away if you just try hard enough.
I needed this so much.
saving this to my mf desktop tho
masculinity is a prison, time doesnât exist, gender isnât real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasnât white.
me @ dinner parties
Me after two drinks at any family gathering.
take me back to 2009 so i can experience hearing tik tok for the first time again