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@just-another-innocent-soul
In honor of 19-year-old Simone Biles being named Woman Of The Year by ESPN.
She won a record four gold medals at the Olympics. She’s untouchable!
Congratulations!
okay but she is just literally flying. She doesn’t obey the laws of physics. She is her own law. Biles Law. Coolest woman ever.
remember in goblet of fire when minerva says ‘potter’s a boy, not a piece of meat!’
imagine harry telling her everything after the battle of hogwarts, telling her about how dumbledore raised him like a pig for slaughter, and how he had to die and mcgonagall gets so goddamned mad
she loses control for the first time that harry’s EVER seen and she’s actually yelling, she’s so pissed that harry was seventeen and he had to accept death and dumbledore KNEW he would have to die and NEVER TOLD HIM
and harry’s about to cry because yeah his friends would be devastated if he was gone but NO ONE got this damn pissed that dumbledore had raised him so that he could die at the right time and mcgonagall’s in the middle of a rant and he just shoots up and hugs her and she’s stunned into silence but after a moment she hugs back and it’s great
and then she goes up to her office and starts screaming at dumbledore’s portrait because ‘i don’t care if it had to happen, albus, he is a CHILD-’
being poor is traumatic. even if you’re not homeless or starving. never being able to get anything nice for yourself, never being able to go out to eat without feeling guilty, never being able to do anything fun that isn’t free, making you housebound in bad weather because you can’t afford to go to a cafe or a movie. it takes a toll. being poor under capitalism makes your life a waking nightmare. this post must be reblogged by everyone.
Addendum: If perchance you do scrape up the money to do something (say buy a computer or phone because you absolutely need the damn thing for work), you get shamed for doing so. “Why did you buy that expensive phone if you are poor?” I spent 20 dollars on it …. “What about that nice computer you got there?” I bought it six years ago, refurbished for about $250. “How about that big ole television you got there?” etc, etc, etc. No matter how poor you are, so many people think you should have less if you are “actually” poor.
There’s no two ways about it: poverty is violence.
the rain: makes that soft rain sound
me immediately:
grown men fight about how annoying it is there are more women in superhero movies now.
im not unused to fights about superheroes. at school, i watch my girl students get into the opposite fight: who gets to be wonder woman. most of the marvel films were too violent for them to see, which leaves all of three names: supergirl and ivy. ivy isn’t even a superhero. she’s a villain that people fell in love with.
Every time they play, I am reminded again how many of my heroes are just the male hero’s name, but with “She” or “girl” tacked haphazardly onto someone else’s title. Whenever the boys join the game these children - meaning no harm, just saying the truth the way it opens up for them, as preschool children do - they remind the girls that Superman is stronger than Supergirl. The man is always stronger. this is backed by what they watch. i understand why they believe it.
Kids don’t read comics. These kids can’t read yet at all. I can’t tell them about squirrel girl or captain marvel (oh, oh, but didn’t Disney wait their sweet time to see if that would pay off - and her story is now just tacked on too, cleaning up a man’s mess). They won’t read that kind of stuff until middle school, maybe, if they’re told comics are an okay thing for girls to like. And by then they’ve lived a decade of their life. Fighting for scraps. For only one wonder woman.
“another female superhero?” groans a man on the internet. i see my 7 girls all scrambling for 3 names, and the boys each comfortable in their own batman/superman/spiderman/aquaman/ironman/hawkeye/antman/captian america. i see my 7 girls all deciding: let’s play my little pony instead. we can’t be heroes. girls don’t get to be.
they save equestria in their game. i tell them they’re my superheroes. one wraps herself around my body and looks up. “i hate all the girl heroes,” she says, “they’re stupid.” i remind her we don’t use stupid as a word at school. she looks at me, deadpan. “i don’t like them,” she repeats, “i only like wonder woman.”
i try my best. “there’s storm and batgirl,” i say.
“yeah,” she says, “but there’s no movies about them.”
in 2009 florence welch said “leave all your love and your longing behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive” and in 2018 she said “the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company” and that is growth
i literally procrastinate talking to my friends like it hits me “oh shit i havent talked to that friend in a while” and im like “yeah ill have to do that later” and then i dont
then i feel really guilty about it and [AVOIDANCE INTENSIFIES]
Then it’s like a month later, and I’m just sitting there like, if I never speak to them maybe they’ll just forget I ever existed.
Periodic reminder when this kind of post comes up that being my friend means never having to say “sorry i dropped off the face of the earth for a few weeks/months/years” there. I get it. I promise. I vanish sometimes too and then get all avoidant about it. I’ll understand if you need to do the same, and I’ll be here when you come back. Team Weird Avoidant People Who Are Sort of Terrible At Friendship But Trying Really Hard needs to stick together.
This.
People be deadass mad at YOU for not entertaining their bullshit..
Not Meant To Hold Your Hand (k.p.k)
Daily reminder: If they wanna talk to you, they will. If they wanna be with you, they will. If they wanna make things work, they will. Don’t let things be one sided. It’s not healthy, and it’s not fair to you.
Literally the best post I’ve ever seen
@wolfthedragon
😳😳 😫😫😢😢🤧
As an autistic boy, I approve.
GIVE HIM THE NUT BUTTER FOR LIIIIIFE
sleep makes me so mad tbfh do you know how much shit i could get done if this flesh prison didn’t require literal hours of laying there in a state of unconsciousness
that being said if you deprive me of my sleep i will Cry
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
voidethered:
ask-omnipony:
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
oh boy…….
Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.
Observe…
IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!
This post is immaculate
It can’t be true.
And it can’t possibly work on motorcycle helmets.
I must test it.
Nothing happening so far…
HOLY SHIT IT WORKS
What in the world?
Oh why not? This should be interesting.
Here we go!
Were all mad here in Underland!
What the hell! Never Again!
… Actually …
One more time.
Alright, I gotta try this!
Can’t be that bad!
….
…oh my god…
ask-gmodsfmrocks:
LOL
This just gets better and better
This is one of my favourite things to look at
holy shit this stuff is back
The Gravity Falls one though
i wonder if it works for flower crowns?
here goes nothin-
w HAT THE
DID I JUST-
WHAT THE FUCK
Okay Clearly something is up.
Hmm… I wonder
I’m sure nothing could possibly…
HOLY SHIT
IT GOT BETTER
I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING SO LONG FOR THIS POST OH MY GOD!!!
I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at once…
Never not reblog
IT’S ON MY DASH. ACTUALLY ON MY DASH.
Oh my God, there are so many new ones
Friggin, yis
Always reblog.
IT HAS EVOLVED
The legend marches on…
BEWARE THE MAGIC OF HATS
JDNXHSBSBF
I T ‘ S B A C K
a classic meme from when the world was less of a tire fire
ITS ON MY BLOG YESSSS
THIS IS WONDERFUL.
time to bring back outdated memes…
what could possibly go wrong?
eww, it smells like fuckboi
welp, down this rabbit hole we go…
nothing’s happeni-
WTF-
Oh boy, this meme
I wonder if this would work with a wolf hat.
May as well try it.
Please don’t be awful, please don’t be awful, please don’t b-
get wet 4 furry
This is obviously fake
Look, I’ll prove it
Y’all are just acting
Watch and learn
WTFFFFFF
Should…… should I…….
DO IT!
Whelp guess I gotta put on the hat now
Can’t be that bad, I mean what’s the worst a squid hat can do to m-
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Holy shit this is getting so freaking better than I thought XD
CASH MONEY
ITS BACK
CAN THIS POST GET ANY BETTER??????????????????
IT’S BACK
@littlepuffy4ever @coxinhadoce47 @tinygayotter @hershellaytonlovespuzzles @doctorfab @glumbird @lezly-odair @lezly-odair @lezly-odair @lezly-odair
IT GOT BETTER
on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.
you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five. the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.
and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.
you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right.
maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -
“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”