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HER NAME IS MARLEY DIAS AND AT AGE 11 SHE STARTED A CAMPAIGN TO HAVE MORE RELATABLE BLACK GIRL BOOKS AT HER SCHOOL INSTEAD OF JUST STORIES OF “WHITE BOYS AND THEIR DOGS” SO SHE STARTED #1000blackgirlbooks WHICH WAS SUPER SUCCESSFUL AND ENDED UP DONATING BOOKS TO A BUNCH OF SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES AND ALSO DID I MENTION SHE’S 11
Cats (2019)
You guys are supposed to write lists that break the Internet every day. We haven’t gone viral since yesterday. Jexi (2019) dir. Jon Lucas & Scott Moore
This is buzzfeed in a nutshell
As I get older, I have come to appreciate High School Musical for much different reasons than when I was a child.
That scene where he SCREAMS.
BETTE MIDLER????
Bette Midler drags Trump like daily.
the wackest trope in tv and film is when a protagonist is offered blood powers or smth and theyre like ‘oohh no im a good person i refuse to be satan’s bride’ like step your shit up take the powers & do smth sexy like erase all student debt curse lawmakers that angle for the mass incarceration of black and brown people end human trafficking n if balthazarius needs a blood sacrifice or whatever well pedophiles exist like u can literally save the world it’s simple math
me in my new miu miu knit dress with the full authority of my Dark Beloved:
Galar Corsola or:
How to talk about the impact of climate change + the trash in our ocean: Nintendo style
Do American universities just have no grading criteria at all, or exam boards, or any rules whatsoever
It seems like the marker can give whatever grade they want and no one has to approve it
I mean, almost? You have to fill out the right paperwork and set a syllabus that the school can look over but it often comes down to the professors opinions Especially in writing based courses. This means while you may find a prof. With a sense of humor every so often or one who is reasonable in their discretion you also end up with professors who will fail you if you miss a test because you were in the hospital.
Depending on the school it can also be a nightmare to contest a grade or as in that memorable case where a woman in labor had to take her entire mid term with the medical team out of the room or the professor would fail her and the school stood by his decision.
Our education system is a nightmare
THIS. I wish I could be as eloquent as this person. Because this is how you make a difference.
for everyone in the notes asking: this was @raindovemodel (who is no longer active on tumblr, they’re active on instagram where this was posted but i wont link it because tumblr would hide this in the notes)
Rain (any pronouns) is a genderfluid model & posts a lot about how their ability to “pass” as either a man or a woman influences them, and shows off the absurdity of double standards such as mens vs womens olympic uniforms and societal treatment based on perceived gender
They’re also incredibly patient with transphobes and other bigots, and much more so than most of us can manage and I think it’s amazing that they put up with what people say & do
BRO !!!!!!
Do not for the love of god group me in with these children that think this phrase is okay. As a millennial I personally think the phrase is immature and shows that younger people today don’t like being told they are wrong or when a person older than them doesn’t listen to them. Go fight in the war or live through the depression than come back and cry to me about how older people don’t listen to you. Maybe it’s for this reason.
ok boomer
I’m fucking dying. I got roasted in the best way possible.
THIS IS A BLESSED POST FOR US TRANS FOLK
MAY THIS POST MAKE YOU A LOT PRETTIER/ HANDSOMER/ SEXIER THAN THE NOT YOU YOU WERE BEFORE YOU BECAME THE REAL YOU.
Story Time: in 2012, when I still lived in Florida, I used to work for a credit union, and I had the absolute worst manager and assistant manager. They were sloppy, lazy, and offloaded their work onto other people. No biggie; I’m grown and I can handle my job and not stress because I’m damned good at it. Problem: the manager and assistant manager, who happened to be best friends in real life, also happen to be very, very conservative older women. I’m talking like, hardcore conservative Christians, the kind who are not very good people and are very unlike Christ. I don’t make it a point to tell people I work with my business because when you work, you’re busy and you don’t want to burden other people, right? At least, I don’t. Subject of my love life comes up after a while of me staying in my lane, and I’m also not a liar, so I casually mention that I happen to be gay and I’m dating someone at the time. The change in my managers was almost immediate. From that point on they tried their utmost to make my life miserable, but I wasn’t going to break. Fast forward about a month after this mess and one of the tellers, Tanika, and I have become really good friends, and she pulls me aside one Monday morning to tell me that she overheard the manager and assistant manager talking about firing me, and she didn’t want to get too involved, but she didn’t think it was fair so she wnated to give me a headsup. Here’s the best part: these asshats are SO lazy that they literally say - or so Tanika tells me- that they’ll wait for the end of the week to do it, because otherwise they would have no one to cover my Wednesday shift, and they’d have to sit on the teller line, and no siree Bob, they’re too good for that! Too important! Too. Fucking. Lazy. Immediately I type up a two week notice at my station, print that shit out, and take it to that sloppy ass manager in her sloppy ass office. They have no receipts on me, but these people will find anything and use it to get rid of you if they can, and I’m not having a forcible termination on my record and dealing with how that will look to future employers. Keep in mind that I’m not supposed to know that they’re planning on firing me, and I’ve done my homework on company policy about two week notices (they had just changed it in January, and it was February). I give her the paper, sit in front of her, tell her some cock and bull story about needing more time for school. She looks upset, tells me to leave the letter, and go back to my station. I pull out a second copy of the letter and say: “Sure! But, first, I need your signature on this one, which is my copy of the two week notice.” Her face was a Goddamned mask at this point, but I could tell she was burning up inside. She’s trapped; she has to either sign it and pretend everything is fine, or she refuses and I go in on her for her “suspicious behavior” and call her higher ups. She signs my copy. I go back and finish my day. Day ends and the assistant manager comes to me and tells me they have spoken to the president of the credit union and they have decided to terminate me anyway. Tells me I need to turn in my drawer and vault keys immediately and leave the premises. I refuse; “I’m not leaving until we count my drawer down together, I have a printed and signed copy of my balance, and you have signed paperwork confirming that I have given you all keys back.” She has no choice. I walk out with all necessary paperwork, get home, and immediately email the credit union president telling him what happened and how I think it’s utterly unprofessional for an employer to behave this way. He calls me the next day to my personal phone, and tells me the manager and assistant manager both told him I had quit on the spot and walked out without so much as a goodbye. I tell him I have a signed two week notice from the manager, because this sloppy ho can’t even keep own story together for five minutes. He tells me to photocopy it and email it to him. I do. Tells me he is going to have a discussion with the manager and call me back ASAP. Calls me back, apologizes profusely, and tells me that I shouldn’t have been treated as such, so he offers to pay me for the two weeks I had give notice for, ON TOP of an extra two weeks of compensation, and I didn’t even have to show up to the branch anymore. He was paying me a full month for no work to make up for the situation. First paycheck comes in, and I put on my best outfit. Pick out the hottest shit in my closet that says: “I look incredible” but also “I have free time and you don’t” and “enjoy working here while I get paid while napping at the beach,” and I walk my happy little ass into that bank to pick up my paycheck like:
Happily greet the manager and assistant manager, who are both there like:
Say hello to my friend Tanika, who is at the teller line like:
Enjoying the fuck out of this show, right? Like, she can’t say it out loud, but she’s fucking living for this goddamned circus and it’s written all over her face! I talk to her and loudly tell her how amazing it feels to have four weeks off with pay, and how polite and nice the bank president is. Then I walk my happy little ass out of the bank like:
But not before saying bye to the manager and assistant manager and reminding them that I’ll be back in two weeks to pick up my next check, “probably right before I head to Key Largo for the weekend.” …and that’s the story of how I once absolutely wrecked two people who thought they could use their positions of power to come for me unfairly, and a story I’ll be telling my grandchildren so they know, as grandpa knew on one February morning of 2012, that you take bullshit from absolutely no one.
Notice two things that really matter:
1) friends
2) paperwork
3) knowing your rights as an employee (ie the correct policies)
best sleeping conditions: freezing fucking cold room but layers and layers of blankets
this speaks to me.
Scientifically, it’s because sleeping in a cooler environment (freezing cold room) and also sleeping under some physical pressure (blankets) - especially of you have anxiety and/or insomnia - is actually the most ideal sleeping condition.
My life
#wow it’s nice to be scientifically validated
AND sticking your nose out from under the blankets to feel that cold air while the rest of your body is warm and comfy !
Like literally cocooning yourself in blankets so that there is like a three-inch hole around your nose and mouth so you can breathe the good Cold Airs and everything else is covered.
I feel so valid right now holy shit
Why do you even care about trans women? You're not even one of them.
bigfoot, but fully shaved
mr clean
posts like these are why I have anxiety
