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I got told today after my hockey match by one of the new girls that it was really welcoming to have somebody looking out for them and making sure that they knew what they were doing, and helping them out when I could see they were struggling.

I’ve got so many friends with varying degrees of social anxiety and the likes, I went into autopilot during a match and made sure the new girl ( who’s name I didn’t actually know until half time) was never in a position in which somebody else on the team might yell at her for, because I know how much that can knock somebody’s confidence.

Holy cow I don’t know how often I do this, but after the match I heard her saying how helpful I’d been during the match, and one of the other newer players saying that it was great having somebody the same sort of age as them that was willing to spend the time with them at training to actually explain the terminology and stuff to them.

I actually feel comfortable at hockey again, because the new players feel comfortable talking to me.

pigsinwigs

I mean, it's not like I've not done this before. Some of my friends call it my "mum mode", because I make sure they don't do daft things like lock themselves in bathrooms whilst drunk (and promptly picking the lock when they do), and stealing traffic cones, and not going to sleep when half the people in the room are trying to get to sleep - yes I get a lot of sarcastic "yes mum" 's when around those friends, even when not in mum mode. I did get a Mother's Day present off them this year, which was sweet.

I've never had friends like them, and they're wonderful and when I met them something in me seemed to go "do not let these people do anything stupid or reckless", so I made sure that every last drunk soul at that party was safe, drank water before bed, and that everybody got some sleep.

It started as a half sarcastic comment from a girl who was drunk and throwing up and I told her to drink some water and go lie down, and turned into a Mother's Day present from a group of people who's average age is about 2 years older than how old I actually am.

I got told today after my hockey match by one of the new girls that it was really welcoming to have somebody looking out for them and making sure that they knew what they were doing, and helping them out when I could see they were struggling. I've got so many friends with varying degrees of social anxiety and the likes, I went into autopilot during a match and made sure the new girl ( who's name I didn't actually know until half time) was never in a position in which somebody else on the team might yell at her for, because I know how much that can knock somebody's confidence. Holy cow I don't know how often I do this, but after the match I heard her saying how helpful I'd been during the match, and one of the other newer players saying that it was great having somebody the same sort of age as them that was willing to spend the time with them at training to actually explain the terminology and stuff to them. I actually feel comfortable at hockey again, because the new players feel comfortable talking to me.

#what is happening #field hockey is fun

sardonicznie

mszombi

important PSA

sixpenceeeblog

I’m thinking about getting one of these.

sexioto

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Oh shit. No. Shit. Thank you

villianext-deactivated20190407

Just gonna reblog this out of gratitude because I actually did forget…

itsactuallyallie

This actually made me remember to take my meds oops

haroldjagger

when you’re lurking on your dash and there’s drama going on

pettyrevenge

I moved into a new place and as soon as the weather got nice out a rather annoying thumping started up against one side of my house. Oh great, the twin tweenage boys like to wail soccer balls against our adjoining fence.

The ball kicking continued daily and would go on until it ended up flying into our yard, and then instead of coming to get it or asking for it they continued until rest of the soccer balls they owned made it into our yard (they have a lot of soccer balls.) Then if we didn’t throw them back, which I stopped doing after a few months because I had other things to do with my time, their mother would come and ask for their balls back after a few days.

We asked if there was anything they could do to maybe avoid kicking so many balls over the fence, or ya know just come fetch them on their own so it wasn’t my job. Nope. Apparently the old neighbours were okay with it so we should be too.

Eventually, after waking up my toddler several times, almost hitting him in the head and the last straw waking me up when I was super pregnant from a nap I had enough. I went and dug through our sports equipment, found the air pump, went and got the balls, emptied them of all their air while giggling with childish delight and threw their empty ball carcasses over the fence onto their trampoline for them to discover when they came back out.

That was the last time a ball ever came over our fence. My husband tells me it was a childish thing to do, sure was, and it was god damn satisfying.

pigsinwigs

My mother once stabbed a football with a kitchen knife after the kids used her car to climb over our garden wall to retrieve the ball rather than knock on the door and politely ask for it back.

No issues with balls over the wall after that.

75orchids

i would fight anyone who works at buzzfeed

sourcefieldmix-deactivated20161

My grandma works at Buzzfeed, you’d fight my grandma? you’re a fucking sicko

75orchids

sounds like your grandma’s the sicko, pal. tell her to square up.

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10 Reasons My Grandmother Who Works At Buzzfeed Could Kick Your Ass

visionaryskeptic

a dog standing in water

faggottt

Thank you

micdotcom

Watch: You have to see the look on his face when he realizes

thecheesyllama

hello yes I’ve been in love w this video for like a month

enjolrasoftheday

Les Mis + messages my friends have sent me

will-swensons-eyebrows-blog1

The fact that no ones posted this here is astonishing. Will Swenson continues to be probably one of the most relatable humans alive.

funkybug

cassogonecrazy

Literally my favorite vine

argumate

I’ve passed over the chance to reblog this Vine enough times that I finally have to bite the bullet.

Six shots in six seconds. WEED CARD. Cop with beard and “COP” on shirt giving flute solo. Camera twisting left/right.

Did anyone anticipate this, back when moving pictures were invented?

afloweroutofstone

The only thing funnier than this Vine is trying to think about how hard it would be to explain this six seconds of footage to someone from 1895

jahgo

“man in private carriage is caught with contraband, presents legal registration allowing him to carry controlled substance. Officer of the law is bested and responds to the discourse with dancing and flute music”

the-thought-emporium-imperial

I’m gonna say this… There’s a sense of cinematography here that some filmmakers never get a handle on.

And that’s amazing.

sinbadism

I think what might be hard to explain to someone in 1895 is that cannabis is illegal now.

bunkyy

REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE LGBT+, SUPPORT LGBT+, OR WANT TO VIOLENTLY FLING YOURSELF INTO THE SUN

onemuseleft

My headcanon is that there was no Budapest mission. Clint has a spectacularly bad sense of direction and Nat had a head injury and to this day no one’s entirely sure where Black Widow and Hawkeye were for those two weeks but they came back with three gunshot wounds, one broken leg, two dislocated shoulders, one horrible haircut and a duffel bag full of bootleg whiskey.