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somewhere in the tardis, maybe some of rose’s old clothes are still lying around. still makes me sad thinking about it.
ALL. OF. THIS.
Top 3 things people love insisting they don't have despite it being impossible
Pronouns
An accent
Bias
this pride month we’re all going to be radically pro transgender. or else.
hey so this means radically pro ALL transgender. don’t put limitations on this. all trans people are radically accepted here.
June 1st is TOMORROW. It means that GAY PEOPLE will exist, but only for ONE MONTH. Do not forget to buy your tickets to see them NOW, or else you will have to wait AN ENTIRE YEAR to be able to meet them AGAIN.
do not taste plants if you don't know what they are
do not identify a fruit as edible just because it tastes sweet
hope you didn't eat any fucking seeds, bro
And today, we have this winner:
I saw the photo in my feed and went ohh, dude, no, we do not handle yellow rocks with our bare hands until we know for sure what they are. And I know that orange...
In comments, they continue:
and that's where I started cussing at the computer monitor. But someone else had got there first:
So just as a reminder, folks. If you don't know what it is, don't put it in your fucking mouth!
YOU GODDAMN STUPID MOTHERFUCKER
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I feel like not enough people realize that people under enormous strain act really really fucking Weird
honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."
decided to write my presentation last minute (as always) and fuck this shit.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
create just to create!!! no expectations! be free!
On it, chief.
reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.
Honestly man I kind of love telling able people I used to be a support worker. The response is always ableist but sometimes it's in a surreal and fascinating way.
Once I had someone do the whole "that seems so hard, you must be so patient" standard routine. I ask her, "why's that?" You know, why do I need to be some kind of virtuous martyr to watch 90s cartoons with other disabled people for $30 an hour?
And she says to me, with full seriousness and a look of utter dread on her face,
"All the biting."
OK mate. What do you mean. What biting. What are you on about.
"The biting," she repeats, as if it's obvious and I ought to intuitively know what she means. Then she kind of snaps her teeth to demonstrate. "You know?"
No I don't know. What do you mean biting.
"They bite," she says. Eyes wide, dead serious. "The, um, the Slow People. They bite."
Melany, I says to her I says, they're not damn draculas.
When someone likes the thing you made for them