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Okay no. This shit is so fucking satisfying. I can not tell you the joy it brings me when an underage kid tries to buy GTA and when I tell them they need a parent, they go get said parent, and then I say “hey, this game is rated M for these reasons” AND THE PARENTS GET SO APPALLED AND SAY “NO WAY YOU ARE NOT GETTING THAT GAME.” And the look of hatred the kids give me is so raw and pure it gives me fucking life. Damn I miss GameStop.
Keeping online matches safe from annoying 13 year olds.
OKAY FRIENDS SINCE YOU LIKE HEARING ABOUT 13 YEAR OLDS GETTING OWNED LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ONE OF MY GREATEST ACHIEVEMENTS SO FAR AS AN EMPLOYEE OF GAMESTOP.
It was spring 2014, early in the week. Pretty sure it was a Tuesday, but it’s been awhile. It was so dead in our store, I hadn’t seen anyone in over 40 minutes. Eventually, in comes this mom and we start chatting. She said she was here to buy her son a game he wanted, Grand Theft Auto 5, and could I help her find it?
Now, I’m sure many of you are aware how awful Grand Theft Auto 5 is in terms of violence, gore, and sexism. But in case you don’t, the Grand Theft Auto series has always been one of the most violent series that you can buy in stores. The very first GTA was banned in Brazil and condemned in several countries, GTA 5 has a graphic torture scene that is player initiated. GTA: San Andreas had the Hot Coffee scandal which happened in 2004 when modders found unused code in the game for a sex minigame that was player controlled. And that’s only the beginning of the controversies surrounding the GTA series (click here to read more! X X X X X X X )
Anyways, back to me and the Mom. Who will now be referred to as Mom because she is that awesome. Since I was behind the counter I pulled a copy of GTA 5 from backstock and started ringing her up while making polite chitchat, the usual cashier stuff. But everything changed when I asked for her ID because of the M rating. At first Mom replied, “Oh sure thing let me grab it.” And started digging in her purse. But then what I said registered with her and she paused and looked at me.
“M rating? What does that mean?”
“Oh GTA 5 is rated M for violence, gore, bad language, and other stuff”. I won’t bore you with the whole spiel I go into when I’m asked about the M rating but basically I just explain why the game is rated M, what the M rating means, and that they can go on ESRB.org to see why it got that rating.
So I tell Mom about the website and she whips out her cell phone and gets on the site and starts reading. And she got MAD. She starts telling me about how her son knows she doesn’t like this sort of game and how he is going to be in so much trouble because he knows better than to ask for this sort of thing as she doesn’t tolerate this in her house. And he is so grounded for thinking he could get away with this. Then, Mom looked me in the eye and asked me to look up several other games for her to see if he’d done this with any other games.
“Yea sure thing, which games would you like me to look up?”
“Bioshock 2.”
“I can already tell you without looking that Bioshock 2 is rated M.”
“MY CHILD IS SO GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. What about the first Bioshock?”
“Yep, that’s also rated M.”
“OH MY GOSH, what about Gears of War?”
“That entire series is rated M.”
To spare y’all from another 10 rounds of that, basically take every popular M rated title from the last 5 years and insert them in the above dialogue.
Eventually, Mom says “Oh my gosh, you must think me a horrible parent. I can’t believe I let him have those games.”
“Ma’am, I don’t think that at all. The fact that you’re concerned about this tells me that you are a good parent. And just so you know instead of throwing out those games you’re more than welcome to trade them in here and get some store credit or cash back for them.”
“Really? I’ll have to do that, I don’t want him playing those games anymore.”
“Yea, we also take gaming consoles, iphones, and tablets too!”
“Oh that’s wonderful! Thank you for being so patient with me and telling me all about this. I’m going home and to go through his gaming collection right now!”
And off she went, leaving me bored till I finally got to leave for the night.
BUT THAT’S NOT THE END. THIS IS WHEN SHIT GETS AWESOME.
The next day I’m working again, bored out of my goddamn mind. There’s only so many times you can alphabetize the store before going insane. As I’m looking out the window I see a car pull up and Mom hops out and then pulls out two huge duffel bags and walks in.
“Hey welcome back to Gamestop! What can I help you with!”
“Oh I’m so glad you’re here! So last night I went through my son’s game collection and most of them are rated M! So I decided to teach him a lesson about why you don’t lie to your mother. Seeing as I bought him these consoles and most of the games were bought with my money, his game consoles and games actually belong to me. Therefore, I would like to trade in all this.“ And proceeds to pull out his XBox 360, PS3, and every game he had for both consoles (over 50!) as well all the extra controllers and headsets he had.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.“ I will never forget her smile when she said this nor the look in her eye. This is not a woman to be crossed.
So I traded everything in and she got back over $300 in store credit for everything. And with it she bought a Wii, a couple extra controllers, and a couple games rated E. Then she looked me in the eye and asked if we had any extra boxes laying around for the XBox One and if so could she have one?
“Are you going to put the Wii in it and give it to him?“
“Yes. Along with a note saying that this is what happens when you abuse the trust of your mother. I’m going to make sure this never happens again.“ It is at this point that Mom ascended to God Tier status with all Gamestop employees falling to their knees for a chance to bask in her glory.
I got her an XBox One box and sent her on her way after asking her to take the survey on the receipt.
“Oh of course dear, you’ve been such a big help. Let me write down your name so I don’t forget it.”
“Of course! I’m Lexi, but if your son asks my name is Deegan.“ (Deegan was my store’s manager at the time.
And then she left, leaving me with the best trade numbers of the month and the greatest story I’ll likely ever be apart of at GameStop. Mom, I never got your name, but you are my personal Gamestop Hero.
i don’t know what he’s supposed to be but he’s doing such a good job!!!!
Good Dreams (via Deanie Houdini)
the sky was too pretty to not take a picture
More hp girls!
Tonks, Hermione, Fleur, Luna and Ginny.
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how annoying is the person that made these you reckon
So what did the “artist” (and these are definitely just some weiner’s “art” pieces) use to photograph and share these online? An abacus?
the fluffs have been released
this is honestly, hands down, my favorite video on the internet
“The reality is that doctors go to school for years to learn how to properly diagnose such things”
they really don’t though
the 4 to 8 to more years that these people are in school are not spent learning how to freakin’ diagnose.
These posts always make me wonder if these people have actually visited their GP in recent memory for anything even slightly non-routine.
Like, taken too many antibiotics over the years and have become intolerant to some?
The pill you’re on isn’t working for you and you’ve tried a good few?
Most of the GPs I have been to had diagnostic manuals and books filled with medicines which they would consult (now they tend to do it on their computer) with me in the room.
Even if you get referred to a specialist, if it’s for something that doctor doesn’t see very often, then they’re going to have to look it up.
Do people know how many diseases and disorders there are? And how many medicines are good for some things, but can interact badly with others?
I would be shocked if a human being could remember all of that at all times.
Doctors are not infallible. No human being ever is.
I think a thing a lot of people don’t get is that… early in your transition, it’s really common to look for Signs. “my digit ratio is masculine!” “I played with dolls as a kid!” “I like science!” “I’m emotional!” “I like wearing dresses a lot!” “my mother dreamed I would be a boy when I was a kid!”
and ofc none of that means shit, but it’s really hard and scary to say “I’m not the gender I was assigned at birth because I don’t want to be”
so we look for signs, for validation, for evidence, for proof that it’s Okay, it’s Allowed, we are Really X Deep Down
but the thing is… you don’t have to do things that hurt. You don’t have to be in a body that hurts you. You have the right to not be in pain, because you are a person, and no one can take that away from you. You don’t have to earn your right to not hurt. You don’t have to prove that you deserve to not hurt. You can just… not hurt. It’s okay. It’s allowed.
Honestly, I wouldn’t understand depression at all if I didn’t experience it myself. I still don’t fully understand it, and I have been dealing with it for a while now.
How can you be okay one day and not the next? How can you be motivated and productive and social for a whole week only to be bogged down and loath to leave the house for the most low-pressure and basic of excursions for a whole month? How can you be inspired to write a poem about the wonders of something as seemingly mundane as, idk, a paper clip in one moment, only to struggle to find a reason to change out of your pajamas in the next?
The hilarious thing is, each time I go through a really depressed period (versus the low grade kind I guess I am always going through), I always feel super guilty the whole time. I berate myself constantly, because I feel like I should be able to do better, but for some reason I just. can’t. Then, I wake up one morning (or afternoon…or night), and suddenly, for literally no perceivable reason, I feel okay. Sometimes, even great! So, I just sit for a bit and reflect as my awe and relief are joined by frustration and perplexity. I no longer feel (quite as) guilty, because going through this cycle has demonstrated to me (once again, but still as if for the first time), that I am not doing this on purpose…at least, not that I can tell. This process looks so predictable from the outside, but when I’m in the throws of it, I am gasping and floundering as I look for some sort of logic to grab hold of.
Why does this happen? What changed? What did I do to pull myself out of this funk, and why can I never pinpoint it and commit it to memory for the next time I inevitably go under?
The signs as things my history teacher has said
Aries: "I hate most of the teachers at this school anyways"
Taurus: "And the settlers arrived in the prairies and they said 'Where's the frickin house???'"
Gemini: "the Eiffel Tower is a piece of crap"
Cancer: "the British are very... British"
Leo: *applause coming from another classroom* "thank you! thank you!"
Virgo: "you thought this student was skipping?? No way, she'll be here until she dies"
Libra: "tamagotchis used to be cool... But now where's your frickin dog?"
Scorpio: "And what was the French reaction? Nothing because they're French"
Sagittarius: "live for today, not tomorrow... YOLO as you would say"
Capricorn: "some teachers have a PHD or whatever... I just have a basic degree, it's good enough for this school anyways"
Aquarius: "I suck in drawing so shut the hell up"
Pisces: "do you watch bob the square sponge whatever?"
“just be happy!”
“I love when people tell people who are struggling or disadvantaged or just in any marginalised community that their life will be so much better if they just be happy and have such a positive perspective and it’s like, if you think about that for more than .02 seconds, you realize that’s total bullshit. If you’re coercing someone into being positive, what you’re effectively saying is, ‘Your experiences make me uncomfortable so I need you to sanitize them in a way that doesn’t force me to question my world view and absolves me of any responsibility of critical thinking.’ No, that’s not how this is gonna work because I need you to stop requiring that I blow sunshine out of my ass 24/7 to get you to hear my experiences and care about my problems. My other favourite is, ‘Oh, how can you be depressed or have anxiety!? You’re so pretty!’ Like, thanks, it means a lot to me that you think I’m hot, but that doesn’t change the fact that my mental health is the equivalent of a swirling cauldron of angry spiders. Both positive and negative emotions are fleeting. Negative emotions are not bad. Just because experiences are negative or situations make us uncomfortable, does not mean that they don’t deserve to be validated. Just because someone presents their perspective in a way that’s not dreadfully appealing to you, does not mean that their experiences don’t deserve to be heard and given a platform. If I wanna be pissed, or be sulky, I will be. So you can take your forced positivity and go shove a cactus up your ass.”