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This is important hello (x)
Reblogging again for the fuckboy who ignored it the first time
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT
*slow clap for australia* shit mates. Wow.
This is what a real, qualified OBGYN will tell you about what women feel when they get an abortion
Dr. Willie Parker, who is trained as a gynecologist and OBGYN, is a hero for the pro-choice movement because heâs honest about the undiscussed aspects of getting (or not getting) an abortion. Watch how he gives a consultation.
That last statement about regret is so important, because so many people donât understand what it is or what causes it. Anti-choicers exploit this by manipulating pregnant people and creating doubt, which only increases the likelihood of regret, no matter what decision the pregnant person makes. You know what is best for you, even if it takes some time to figure it out.
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The Young Offenders [x]
This film is too funny not to share.
Bonus:
Chidi: Whatâs this?
Eleanor: Itâs my to-do list.
Chidi: Oh? Thatâs great. Iâm so glad that youâre starting to be more organiz-
Chidi: This just says âTahaniâ.
one of my favourite things about say yes to the dress is how pnina tornai is always just lurking behind a dress rack somewhere
A Holiday Story
So this is a Chistmas story my mom told me while I was home recently and i thought yâall might enjoy.
So, one Christmas back in the 60â˛s, my great-grandmother was reminiscing about Christmas in England, and how they used to have pheasant for Christmas, but Ohio sucks and theyâd never get to do something like that.
Well Shit!  goes my grandfather,  them woods are full of pheasants, Iâll get you one.  So grandpa and a dubiously related man named âuncle popeyeâ went out with shotguns to get great-grandma a pheasant for Christmas dinner.
Theyâre gone for a LONG time. Â according to mom, they were basically expecting grandpa and Popeye to be gone for a few hours and come back with a store-bought chicken and apologies.
Instead, they come back eight hours later, covered in mud and freezing cold from the Cleveland winter, but Surprise!  they have a Pheasant.  Great-grandma gives them a lecture about staying out so long and worrying her, but agrees to dress the bird so they can all have a traditional English Roast Pheasant.  Grandpa and Popeye retire to the living room to drink beer and talk about what great woodsmen they are when Great-grandma screams from the kitchen. âTOM!!â  She bellows and literally every male in the house jumps because literally every man has been named âTomâ for three generations at that point. âTHEREâS NO BULLET HOLE IN THIS BIRD.â
They both look massively sheepish and eventually admit that they hadnât had much luck finding pheasants in the woods and were about to go to the store to get her a chicken when they⌠backed over the pheasant.
âThen what were you idiots doing in the woods for eight hours?â âWe werenât out there for THAT long-â Popeye starts before grandpa decks him.   Grandma and Great-grandma have to menace them with wooden spoons to get the truth out, but eventually they take thier oversize hiking boots off to reveal bandages. Turns out they had only been in the woods for Two hours looking for pheasants before LITERALLY tripping over one, and they both reflexively aim at the ground and⌠Shoot each other in the foot.  They hadnât backed over the Pheasant in the woods.  Theyâd backed over it in the Hospital parking lot.
And thatâs the story of how my great-grandmother made a Roast Pheasant and the ladies of the house got to eat the whole thing while Grandpa and Popey had to watch.
âdubiously related man named uncle popeyeâ wasnât even close to the wildest part oh my god! This is such a good story!!!!
So you prompted me to call my mother and ask how Popeye was related to them, and apparently heâs my great-grat-grandmotherâs first-husbandâs cousinâs son.
The First Husband is the whole reason my motherâs family came to america in the first place apparently.  in 1902, he decided he didnât want to be father to 9 girls anymore, so he went out for a pint one night and fucked off to Chicago without actually divorcing GGG.  For a few years she thought heâd been killed and dumped in the Thames (these things happened in Liverpool in the 1900â˛s) and shortly re-married, and Second Husband fathered two more daughters with her, including my Great-Grandmother.
In 1908, First Husband wrote from Chicago for money.  This was a problem because despite fucking off to another continent, they were still married, and GGG was committing bigamy.  Despite pleading her case before the courts that Really, Yâall gave me his death certificate when he didnât turn up after a month, they fined her an outrageous amount of money and only commuted her prison sentence because âher brood would place undue stain on the orphanageâ.
Yes, really.
Second Husband, who was a halfway decent man that only beat her sometimes, suddenly dies of knife wound in a Pub fight, and GGG is left up shit creek with 10 girls and nobody willing to hire a bigamist maid. So GGG attempts to woo First Husband back to England. Â She goes so far as to pay a photographer to take Nudes of her to remind him what he left.
That was an exciting Christmas, going through an old album and finding THOSE.
Despite GGGâs heartfelt efforts and godlike booty, First Husband remained in the US, enjoying his new life of running credit scams and bootlegging.
After another 4 years of this nonsense, GGG gets the money to ferry herself and her brood across the atlantic to America, where they werenât so uptight about the sex lives of domestic workers and she could probably get a job. Â The ALMOST come on the Titanic- we found the tickets next to the nudes- but at the last moment, Great-Aunt Liz catches the Measles, forcing everyone into quarantine and saving them from an icy death. Â They instead come on the next boat, and have to pick up the survivors of the Lusitania. Â Everyone gets lice and has to be shaved at Ellis Island.
Once in america, GGG finds out First Husband has died, For Realsies, please come identify his corpse and also he owes the state of Illinois like $500 in court fees so-
To which GGG goes âLOL, NO.â and moves to Cleveland with her Youngest daughter (my great-grandmother) and her new Russian husband, and takes over as manager of the local grocery store and leads a life of relative american-lower-middle-class comfort until her death in 1928 at age of 58. Â
âŚSo you understand our confusion that GG knew of Popeyeâs existence at all.
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I just wanna know why GGGâs nude photos were just tossed in a family album along with all the other special pictures. Did they just stumble across them between a great-auntâs baptism pic and anotherâs wedding photo?
They were in a plain brown envelope tucked in with the 1963 Christmas photos.
Right between the pictures of Grandmaâs Dog Spooky wearing like seven christmas decorations (So named because she was totally black except for a white mark on her chest and a propensity for 4AM garbage disposal noises) and of Grandpa getting smashed on Great-Aunt Lizâs Rumballs, to be precise.
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This person needs to write a book about their family stories. It would sell like wild.
I want to hear more every time this post comes around XD
Art. Pure art is what this is.
Ok, because several people in the tags have pointed out that the Thames is nowhere near Liverpool:
I called mom, again, to ask why the hell i would write that, because I distinctly recall the phrase âGGG was certain heâd been thrown in the Thamesâ when Grandma repeated the tale for me, but I am also ADHD as fuck and my brain might have invented that sentence. Turns out, the truth is another Hot Mess. The WHOLE line is âGGG was certain he had been thrown in the Thames like his brother, Who ran afoul of several criminal organizations while running cons in London and weâre not sure WHO actually did him in but it was a big affair to travel to London when they fished his body out with the eels.â
So âThrown in the Thamesâ was GGGâs colloquialism for âwas murdered due to gambling debtsâ âWhy did GGG even MARRY first husband?â  I asked. âHe had a nice mustache, apparently.â
quick reboggle for tagging purposes, and YES, this is the story I eventually got onto buzzfeed for, but on a different post.
So uh, the short version of this post had been going around and I thought the newer followers might like the full version. Some notes:
-Great-Grandpa Adam was on the Volturno, not the Lustiania (Apologies for that, my source was my slightly dementia-addled grandparents 10 years ago), got onto the SS Minneapolis, which GGG and her brood had hopped on when it made a pit stop in Liverpool after the Titanic thing didnât work out.
-We donât sell the Titanic tickets becuase theyâre A) an hilarious bit of family history B) only going to get more valuable.
-No, Iâm not posting the nudes you fucking animals. Have this instead:
Great-Aunt-Lizâs Rumball Recipie:
1 box vanilla wafers or similar cookie, smashed into a fine powder, by either rolling the bag with a pin or (More authentically) repeatedly slamming the bag on the counter whilst airing grievances.
Half a bag ground walnuts or pecans, smashed whilst airing REALLY BIG grievances
â3 cups powdered sugar, maybe more.â
Couple tablespoons (none of Great-Aunt Lizâs Recipes have actual measurements, good luck guys) Cocoa powder
âGlass of Rum for balls, Glass for youâ âŚ.Iâm going to guess that means about 1 cup rum, though probably more.
âCuppaâ Honey, which probably means âteacupâ or ½ cup
âWater, Enoughâ  Iâm so sorry.
Sift dry ingredients together, whist drinking. Stir in wet ingredients whilst yelling at children to get cat out of tree. Shape into ping-pong balls. Hand out to friends, family & neighbors until they forgive you in writing.
No one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you arenât that person anymore, and everything changes once again.
Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale, 75 - Through the Narrow Place
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This really is a very strange little short film. Like, you get the sense itâs trying to be too smart for itâs own good and too post-modern, but there are so many subtly hilarious moments.Â
I should not have laughed at the nine-year-old bodyguard enforcer casually threatening people with knives as much as I did.
No, really. An adorable but sociopathic nine-year-old was his right-hand man and likely smarter than them all.
That and âWeâre going to start a new happy life inâŚ.Detroit! Detroit!â
*Claire does not look amused*Â
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âIâve never killed anyone before.â
âYou get used to it.â
Gabriel is one of the best movie children ever.Â
Oh yes I LOVED the kid in this.
It's official I'm dying đ people really need to do some research before they spread ignorant hate
Atypical - Netflix
I haven't seen anyone talk about atypical yet and how amazing the characters actually are ! but I just wanted to say I really liked it so that was good. That was all âď¸đ§
the Irish word for Santa Claus literally translates to âdaddy decemberâ and I donât know how to feel about that
great now i have to kinkshame ALL of IRELAND
I always love how bitchy conservatives get when it is shown in polls, time after time, that Denmark is the happiest country in the world.
Gee, I canât think why.
You know, all the things that were supposed to make society miserable and bring about the downfall of civilization.
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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
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I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO ITâS THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
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I sound so vain but please read
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*cracks neck* my time has come
Okay, first? Pay off all your debts. Take out a small loan and pay it off right away.
Buy several hundred vacant houses. Schedule repairs for said houses with reputable contractors and make sizable down payments in advance. Get everything in writing and hang onto those deeds.
Buy a large open parcel of land that is being auctioned for development. And when I say large, I mean LARGE.
Sink millions into paying off peopleâs Kickstarters / college loans / medical bills / mortgages, and give generously charity organizations. That alone will carry off a lot of money.
Once youâve got things down to a reasonable level, say $1m, buy yourself a house, furnishings, appliances, and a dependable car. Pay everything off so that you own it free and clear. Purchase about $200k worth of something easy to liquidate (i.e. gold, gems, bonds, stocks). Put the rest onto prepaid credit cards and wait for Monday to roll around.
NOW THE FUN BEGINS.
You now have commendable credit and a shining public reputation.
Fix up and flip those houses, sell them for fair market value or below to families who need them, or create non-profit homeless shelters. (After all, itâs not like you need to âmakeâ money, this is all running on the proceeds from the property sales.)
Sell the parcel of land to developers, or donate it to public works as a park or open space. Have them name it after you.
Retire to your fully furnished home. Liquidate your extra assets, or leave them to appreciate in value for a later date. Make Christmas epic with those gift cards. Keep the extra money in the bank and keep your day job.
And donât worry about taxes when return time rolls around, because youâll be able to write off several millionsâ worth of charitable donations.
Basically this
This is someone who paid attention in finance class.Â