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pollyjean

what would we do without onions and garlic....

bestthriftfinds

positively Rotund

aghostintheforest

@bears-official

bears-official

ORBULAR & friend shaped!!!

SPHERICAL

I CHOKED

this is something

HE’S FINE!!!!!

gahdamnpunk

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making

toastbutteregg

THANK YOU

aphony-cree

I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.”

The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner

If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents

People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings

cannilyuncanny

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.

When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture.

I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.

dechart

God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

bobcatdump

“I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.” YES this

what-even-is-thiss

The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that.

A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”

I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.

Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.

My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad.

To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.

It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.

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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

heritageposts

date of origin: 2013

lissadiane

Okay, I have a life hack for you.

Last week, I got attacked by the most painful and persistent hiccups of my life at work. My co-worker heard me hiccuping and said, absently, “Got the hiccups?” and I said miserably, “Yeah.” And she said, “Prove it.”

And I glared at her, because why the fuck should I prove anything to her? And I waited for the next hiccup, which would prove that she was a dick and that I was, indeed, suffering from hiccups. And… that hiccup never came. And she smirked and said, “My daughter calls me whenever she has hiccups and when I ask her to prove it, she never can.”

And that was weird. But later that night, I got hiccups AGAIN, so I said to my boyfriend, “I HAVE HICCUPS.” and he said “Yeah, you do.” And I said, “No, ask me to prove it.” And he gave me a look like I was a crazy person, and I hiccuped again and insisted he ask me to prove it and he did and BAM. I couldn’t do it!

And a few days LATER, I got the hiccups WHILE DRIVING ALONE, and I said, out loud, “DUDE, I have the hiccups.” And then, in another voice, “PROVE IT.” And bam. Couldn’t do it.

The moral of the story? Apparently hiccups are little shits who refuse to perform on command.

There you go. Hiccup cure. I can’t promise it’ll work for everyone, but so far, it’s worked for me like six times.

You’re welcome.

sazandorable

I saw this post two years ago and it saved my life (i have hiccups a LOT, and it used to last for ages and get genuinely painful), so I just want to 1) spread this tip again, 2) testify that it even works through text chat for me. I can have a friend type to me “Prove it.” and bam, gone.

cheese-greater-official

Wait what

fiddlesolo

vampires really should be able to get drunk they literally have to be alive forever let them have this

1953swan

hc: vampires have no blood so they get drunk faster than people

bellas-orange-jansport-deactiva

charlie pulling over a shirtless carlisle at 4 am: dr cullen your blood alcohol content is literally 100% how are you not dead carlisle: au contraire im absolutely dead

maximumsunshine

I did not expect a decent twilight joke on my dash in 2019, but nevertheless there it is and it’s hilarious.

whitepeopletwitter

arrghigiveup

[source: https://twitter.com/nasacertified/status/1273798595314167814]

babyanimalgifs

You didn’t need a video of an otter eating some lettuce but here you go

maxbegone

I did, in fact, need this video, op, so thank you.

windows5

me, drinking juice at 1pm: breakfast

me, eating a bag of chips at 4pm: lunch

me, eating a flour tortilla with nothing on it at 10pm: dinner

pondnaravit

adultswim5000

if my husband doesnt tear up when im walking down the aisle im turning the fuck around

notabadday

my husband definitely will because he’s gonna have to put up with me for the rest of his life and that’s enough to make anybody cry

behbuh

This scene truly had it all. The flirty/stupid banter with both of them being cocky as hell, and then villanelle gettin pissy cause eve’s being more indifferent than she expected her to be, and then realizing eve wasn’t lying about hiring her so she’s like what the WHAT? And throughout it all for eve to be nonchalant still, like, ‘there’s not going to be a murder u stupid bitch’ which prompts V to be like shshsh lemme show YOU WHAT

and then LMAO