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reblog this with what state you’re from and what neighboring state you like to make fun of. I’m from Ohio and I like to make fun of Indiana. cause they only have corn, Mike Pence, and one cool city. that’s it.
I’m from New York and we make fun of Ontario.
I’m from Indiana and I double front it by making fun of Illinois for being shitty drivers and Ohio for wasting space.
I’m from Michigan and we make fun of Ohio for having only the shittiest of the Great Lakes and voting for George W Bush twice.
But honestly, I think in Michigan we mostly make fun of the people who live in the other, rival peninsula.
i’m from new york and we make fun of new jersey for various reasons. like, for instance, existing.
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well it took me about 2 seconds to reblog this
HOLY FUCK
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This a bubblegum bop
I already reblogged this, but I stand by what I said: this a bubblegum bop
i will respond to every reply to this post:
dairy sucks and y’all are not immune to propaganda which fuels ur dairy desires
milk makes my stomach hurt so i have to agree
finally, one on my side
What about tres leches cake? But other than that yea milk sucks
my exact opinion
cow milk is gross and gives me pain. the only type of milk i like is goat milk. not to drink, i like cooking with it and i like goat cheese.
Okay but…
How many Americans air dry their laundry? Do you all have those dryer things?
Most use dryers. I line dry laundry and am considered a bit of an oddity for it.
My family line dries in the summer, when it’s warm enough to do that and clothes don’t just freeze on the line, but some of the reasons it’s a comparative rarity in the us:
A significant part of the population lives where it is too cold/wet to do it most of the year
Many people live in apartment buildings and line-drying is often explicitly forbidden, usually so the landlord can make money off the coin machines in the building.
In places in the city where it’s not forbidden, many of our cities are built so that you can snoop on your neighbors real easy, so people aren’t willing to literally air their laundry.
I don’t have statistics on the rates if this happening elsewhere vs the US, but I’ve had my underwear stolen off the line from my backyard by a creepy neighbor.
Towel scratchy.
Oh YEAH I forgot that bit, AKA In some cities you LEGALLY CAN’T because it’s considered an eyesore, or because landlords are bloodsucking parasites.
Yea, we haven’t had a dryer in over a year now (not since the Dead Rabbit In the Vent Incident) and ETD’s entire family treats it like we’re living in the dark ages cause I hang things up to dry. Like sorry it’s just not a priority at the moment, and also I don’t want my laundry in the basement anymore, I want to save up for a new installation and put it in my kitchen for ease of access so I’m not dislocating my hip trying to get up and down the stairs, and also ADHD brain: when the laundry goes down into the basement, we forget about it.
Also hanging things up to dry means they’re already on hangers and I don’t have to fold them, I just put them away. It’s great.
I live in Belgium and we used to have a dryer, but it broke a half year ago, so now we never use it, but when it still worked we only used it when we had a lot of laundry, most of it we just hang up inside our house in the winter, and if it isn’t raining or freezing we hang it up outside, we almost never used our dryer
I live in Sweden and we have a dryer too but it came with the house and remains untouched. We have a clothing line inside in our laundry room which we use in the winter, autumn and spring (it’s too cold those months) and rainy days during the summer but when it’s summer and sunny we have an outside line as well and we use that then.
we don’t have a washing machine or dryer (i live in nyc). we usually go to a laundromat and dry some clothes but hang a good amount of them up to dry around the house
Made another generator, if you’d like to know how you die.
I was put out of my misery by my own double at the globe theatre… nice… thanks…
the worms in my sleep
sacrificed by christopher walken at comicon. ideal way to go tbh
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
No offense these are the funniest fucking tags
I got “stabby gay”. Yeah, that’s about right.
Types of boys as big cats
(Mlm)
Lion: Lowkey cocky, plays a sport, loves all things nike, cant relax, needs to always do something that fuels adrenaline, pretty intense guy, will take you to the gym.
Tiger: quiet, a photographer, takes walks in the woods, draws and writes in a coffee shop, hoodies, secretly dances to music when home alone, likes marvel movies, loves thunderstorms, will take you on a adventure in the rain.
Panther: wears gym shorts alot, will order pizza while playing video games, loves his dog, lowkey eboy, checkered vans, freckles, loves bats, chaotic, probably had an emo phase, played internet flash games as a kid, wants to explore with you.
Mountain Lion/Cougar: appreciates nature, collects plants and flowers to dry and hang up, always barefoot or wearing flip-flops, shorts, gets really excited when talking about his interests, probably loves bugs, will take you to a flower parade
Cheetah: mellow, athletic but doesnt play sports, tries to impress crush subtlety, tank tops, wears running shoes, loves trips to the city, favorite season is summer, just wants to take you to a nice restaurant
Bobcat: Small in stature, rides his bike everywhere, daily trips to 7-eleven for soda, Just goofin around, explores his neighborhood when bored, drinks lemonade outside, wants to go to the beach with you.
Serval: absolute mad lad, most likely insane, practically bouncing off the walls, the amount of energy is unheard of, Almost committed arson, drinks monster energy drinks every day, the ideal date for him is screaming at the moon.
Housecat (ik they arent big cats): small,, very small,, tiny, an absolute angel, all you wanna do is hug and kiss him, needs to pick every dandelion he sees, wears sandals, has funky socks, his ideal date is your ideal date.
Rb with which one you are!
i swear to fucking god i had this innate primordial urge today to learn how to make a cloak for myself and i was nearly sweating and shaking with the effort to not immediately bust out of my work and go learn so i could have just a
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You got a chance to see your favorite Pokemon in real life and tell them one thing before they disappear!
What would you say?
i tell them nothing........... then i get to hang out with them until i eventually tell them something............ boom now i have a pokemon
btw go and chibify yourself, it’s so cute
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@literally-just-garbage i feel like you would like this thing.
yes i love thiss!
it me!
okay so I never usually wear glasses, but I do sometimes and dammit, I want to!
this is the closest I could get to actual me lol
the hair was hard but I think it looks pretty good!
that was fun
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my fucking mom called me a burden today :) and she wasn’t even mad at me :) what the fuck :) this house is a god damn nightmare :)
my favorite part of the wee free men is when tiffan sees her little brother caught in what is supposed to be a good dream, where he’s just surrounded by candy, and instead of eating the candy he’s just crying because there are too many choices, and like, tiffan knows that this always happens, so she just puts something over his eyes and drags him out. iconic.
hhhhhhh i want a boyfriend who i can make out with and cuddle with and shit. my last boyfriend whom i broke up with earlier this week never talked to me or gave physical affection and like......... i just want a boyfriend who will make out with me while we listen to hozier. is that so much to fucking ask
So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog
my parents do the same thing it’s torture
As a parent, you don’t get privacy until you are on your own. My house, my rules, my money, my decision.
Don’t like it?
Too bad.
I am the parent here. I’m not your friend. I’m your father.
Literally kids are not your prisoner??? There’s a difference between being protective and being controlling.
“You don’t get privacy until you’re an adult” like what the fuck. You’re one of those piece of shit parents that thinks taking away bedroom doors and making their kids hold sandwich board signs on busy roads is appropriate punishment aren’t you? Children and teens are still fucking people and still deserve respect. If you can’t even respect your child how do you expect to teach them to respect others?
AS A PARENT YOU DON’T GET PRIVACY UNTIL YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. If I suspect you’re doing drugs or talking to someone way older than you or sneaking out at night, your privacy becomes my business. You’re living under MY roof, and I bought that computer, that phone, and pay for the service that runs it. Sorry, Charlie. It’s my job as a parent to make sure you’re safe and I will exercise the UNALIENABLE right to invade your privacy.
The mindset parents have of “my house my rules / I bought you that phonecomputertabletetc so I can go through it” is a huge contributer to anxiety, depression, self harm, and suicide in kids and teens and if anyone is defending, condoning, or practicing that behavior I hope to god they get their kids taken away from them. Nobody deserves to grow up under an iron fist of emotional abuse.
dude it’s one thing to be looking out for your kid and another to be like “privacy doesn’t exist because you are vulnerable and i am in a position of power.
being overprotective of your kid is NOT going to help them. it’s fucking savage.
my mom let my sisters and i do whatever we wanted [obvs within reason] and punished us when we did bad shit and we came out just fine. we’re honest people and nothing fucked us up. my friend with overprotective and invasive parents? she sneaks out for a social life. she can’t let people touch her things without almost crying because her dad would confiscate her things as she was using them to make sure she wasn’t selling drugs or sexting. sometimes she compulsively lies about small things and admits to lying later because she knows it’s was stupid to do it in the first place and she developed OCD from her father reprimanding her for not being clean enough [even though she’s a spotless person] she will have anxiety attacks over being in a messy environment because of the panic her dad put into her while growing up. she’s almost twenty and you know what she did? she asked me to cover for her so she could go on a date. SHE IS TWENTY NEXT MONTH AND ASKED ME TO LIE TO HER PARENTS IF THEY ASKED ME WHERE SHE WAS. she was on a date!! dating! because she was afraid her dad would fucking ground her. the sad part is, he probably would have if he found out! they created an environment of distrust and she has to fight it to be able to hang out with people who weren’t even gonna get her in trouble.
yall wanna be like “privacy doesn’t exist for children and teens. no teens can be trusted.” but fact is, you’re gonna force your kid into being untrustworthy because you think it’s healthy to be controlling.
sorry. you’re a shitty parent. unless you have proof or grounds for violating privacy in order to keep your kid safe, you are abusive and controlling and a sack of shit for having 0 respect for your children.
My dad threatens to take my door away from me for having it closed. I’m a seventeen year old female, and he has threatened to take away my door.
when i was a teenager, i wasn’t allowed to have a cellphone, so my father would hand me a little bag of change and force me to call home from a payphone every single time i left somewhere and again when i arrived at the next place. that means if i went to the mall, i called when i got there. then if i wanted to go across the street to the Walmart i had to call and tell him so. then i had to call again when i got to the Walmart! if i had a bunch of stuff to do, i could go through the entire bag of change in one weekend - if i could even find enough payphones to call him from. his explanation for this lunacy was that he wanted to be able to find me anytime, anywhere. he also liked to randomly show up at my job to make sure i was there, and the first time i spent the night at my best friend’s after i got a car, he drove past the house no less than eight times, and called no less than four times. one of those calls was to ask where i was because my car wasn’t visible from the road - and when i explained the turnaround i was parked in was behind the house, he told me we’d “better not go anywhere or have friends over”. like, what the hell were we going to do? have a drunken orgy while my friend’s grandma was sitting in the next room? we ended up playing chess in the front parlor all night with all the lights on and the curtains open so he could see us if he drove by.
and what, exactly, did i do to deserve this? not a fucking thing. i didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t sneak out, didn’t do drugs, didn’t skip school, nothing. in 13 years of public school, i had one detention - for being late too many times. that’s it. i never did a single thing to make him think i was untrustworthy and i got stalked for it.
when i graduated high school, my father told me if i was going to go to art college on his dime, he was going to have a say in the classes i took and what i did with my free time - he even went so far as to tell me if he ever dropped by the campus, i’d better be in my dorm doing homework or in class, and if i got a grade he didn’t like, he was going to pull me out of school, bring me home, and basically keep me a prisoner with no phone, no tv, no visits with friends until i graduated from the local community college. faced with another four years of stalking and abuse, i moved out and worked in a factory until i could be considered an independent student, then went to the art college i’d always wanted to - on my terms.
my father died last May and i hadn’t talked to him for a year, hadn’t seen him for two, and before that i hadn’t had any communication with him at all for four.
the moral of the story for you “my house, my rules, you don’t get any rights” parents is: stop treating your children like shit or you’re going to die alone, and you’ll deserve it.
My father didn’t do it to this extreme but he listened in on my calls, he constantly accused me of having sex or doing pot.
Guess what parents?
Most kids that got constantly accused of bullshit that I KNEW? INCLUDING MYSELF? Ended up doing those things because “Fuck it, might as well if they’re not going to believe me!”
For me, I had sex way before I planned to (19. I was planning on waiting til marriage). Why? Because fuck it, he acted like I was trying to be a whore all the damn time, I was going to do whatever I damn well pleased.
I moved out at age 19. I have never moved back in. I barely talk to him. I talk almost exclusively to my mom.
When I moved out he said I’d be pregnant by the end of the year.
I’m 30. I have no kids. I don’t plan on having kids. Ever. Because I watched every other person in my family have kids when they couldn’t afford them and I’m not doing that to a child.
When I lived with my parents I had nearly all A’s, I had an 8pm curfew at the age of 19, I was never allowed to leave town, leave state, anything like that for school trips or what have you. When I was in college I wasn’t allowed to go to any colleges more than 30 minutes away. My parents didn’t trust others and they instilled that in me and it took me YEARS to fix it.
My therapist pinned down exactly what that does to it a kid too. It’s isolating. You’re isolating your kid. You’re telling them you don’t trust them. You’re telling them you inherently think they’re bad.
And that has huge ramifications on your bond with them.
Hope you’re ready for it.
Dear Parents who approve of the lack of privacy until a certain age: You are engaging in child abuse. Emotional child abuse.
Preventing a child from having privacy is a punishable offense in the United States (many countries actually) and you can be penalized for it.
What is that?
Rejecting or ignoring: telling a child he or she is unwanted or unloved, showing little interest in child, not initiating or returning affection, not listening to the child, not validating the child’s feelings, breaking promises, cutting child off in conversation
Shaming or humiliating: calling a child names, criticizing, belittling, demeaning, berating, mocking, using language or taking action that takes aim at child’s feelings of self-worth
Terrorizing: accusing, blaming, insulting, punishing with or threatening abandonment, harm or death, setting a child up for failure, manipulating, taking advantage of a child’s weakness or reliance on adults, slandering; screaming; yelling
Isolating: keeping child from peers and positive activities, confining child to small area, forbidding play or other stimulating experiences
Corrupting: engaging child in criminal acts, telling lies to justify actions or ideas, encouraging misbehavior
If you are an abusive parent, you probably have one of these (if not all) of these red flags:
Routinely ignores, criticizes, yells at or blames child
Plays favorites with one sibling over another
Poor anger management or emotional self-regulation
Stormy relationships with other adults, disrespect for authority
History of violence or abuse
Untreated mental illness, alcoholism or substance abuse
Children who suffer from your abuse, experience these emotional and behavioral issues:
Habits like sucking, biting, rocking
Learning disabilities and developmental delays
Overly compliant or defensive
Extreme emotions, aggression, withdrawal
Anxieties, phobias, sleep disorders
Destructive or anti-social behaviors (violence, cruelty, vandalism, stealing, cheating, lying)
Behavior that is inappropriate for age (too adult, too infantile)
Suicidal thoughts and behaviors
In summary, there is no “my house, my rules”. If you actively promote this type of behavior as parents, you are committing a crime, and you can be fined and imprisoned for it, as well as having your kids taken away, which, if they are experiencing this behavior from you, shouldn’t be your kids to begin with.
Children are not your property, regardless of relation.
If you want to guarantee your children never consider you a part of their life or interact with you ever again, continuing these behaviors will absolutely do that.
As someone who has a support group of nearly 80 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 27, I can tell you so many horror stories of parental abuse and the shit it fucks up the kids with as a result. My wife experienced and survived her own form of parental abuse, as have I.
We do not tolerate it, and neither should your kids.
okay okay, you ready for a fucking story? because reading through this brought back memories that showcase just how shitty invading your kid’s privacy is!
okay so back when I was 12 (? i think. 7th grade for sure) I started experiencing symptoms of depression. So of course, because I thought it would help, I told my mom. She told me I was just “a hormonal teenager” and that I just needed to get over it. At this point I was suicidal and had expressed that, even at that age I knew that it wasn’t normal. not at all.
So I started isolating myself from my family. I’d only text my friends. That’s when they started going through my ipod because they believed I was “doing bad things”. So I set up a passcode because they were just unlocking and going through it every time I left the room. It stayed in my pocket until I got home, then under the bed. I wasn’t allowed to unlock it myself, they had to know the passcode. I’d go through 20 different passcodes a month because I didn’t want them looking through it. I didn’t even have anything to hide! They made me feel guilty, like I was doing something wrong for texting my friends. The most prominent memory of this is sitting in the chair next to the couch, crying from the anxiety they were forcing me through as they looked through everything. I had no privacy. I wasn’t allowed to have privacy. I no longer texted my friends. The little social interaction I got was from tumblr messages every so often.
My parents created instagram, tumblr etc. accounts so they could watch what i posted and when I posted it. I blocked them. This was he only place I had left to express myself and they were trying to take that away too. They found some app (no idea why this even exists) that allows you to fucking track what your kids do online. I changed the email on all of my social media. I stopped using it if they were in the room. I did everything I possibly could because I just wanted to have 1 fucking place I could express myself without them.
They’ve (as far as I know) stopped forcing their way into my shit. They still go through my texts if I leave it unlocked. They hover over me whenever I use the computer. They still threaten to take away my door.
And I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I skip class, I send nudes, I smoke etc. They’re gonna assume I’m doing it anyway, why shouldn’t I?
I spend my time telling my brother not to do anything I’ve done. Telling him to tell me if he feels bad, not our parents. Telling him not to do the stuff I still do. I tell him all this because I’m in ruins and I don’t want him to end up the same way.
“my house my rules” is my #1 tipoff that a parent may be abusive to their kids and was a huge scapegoat for my parents doing shit like taking my mattress and bedroom door away for getting a C in school. this shit is abusive and only serves to emotionally scar children and push them away from their parents even more.
I’m a parent and this 100% emotional abuse. If you don’t trust your kids, then they won’t trust you. It can be scary to let go then, online and in ‘rl’ but you have to if you want to have people, who at the end of the process of growing up, who are brave and confident in who they are
hey so as a mental health worker I can 100% confirm that the “no privacy until you’re an adult” mindset is abusive and causes trauma to the child which will take years and years to recover from, if ever. Controlling your child’s life in every aspect and not allowing them to become independent of you is abusive.
i didn’t get to come out to my mom as trans. i had one internet friend (literally one at that time!!!) who i havent been able to get back in touch with even still, who i talked to a lot about being trans. my mom suspected that i was talking to him, (she had already made me stop talking to him more than once) so she looked through my phone, and saw a message i sent him that said i was trans. she of course started screaming at me because she didn’t want me to be trans.
she then made me delete all of my social media apps and put an app on my phone that put a limit on how much time i could use it, shutting down even emergency calling once that time was up. the app would track exactly how much time i used on each app, and recorded all of my web history.
she constantly looked through my phone from sixth to eighth grade, and has only looked through my phone about once a month until recently, which ended several (harmless) friendships (with people my age!!) on the internet and in real life. after that, i haven’t told my mom (or my dad, different reasons) anything about my personal life. i don’t feel comfortable telling my parents about any sort of relationship that i’m in. and if i was in any sort of trouble, i doubt i would tell them about that either. i had what i believe to be seizures almost every night in bed right before i was going to fall asleep for a few months, and i didn’t want to tell them because i was afraid that i was going to seem overdramatic.
i have really bad trust issues, bad anxiety, and depression, and i’m currently unmedicated because my mom thinks that the medication will mess with my brain.
Ancient Egyptian dental work from 2000 BCE [960 x 960]
