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this hurled my wig into the rafters as a kid
juni cortez ran so tony stark could crawl
juni cortez ran so tony stark could die
Juni Cortez killed Tony Stark
The Spy Kids movies bitch slap all others.
My abusive mother wants me to move out asap so she can give my brother my space now that I've gotten back from my boyfriend's birthday weekend. I dropped off 90% of my things already. I need first and last months rent for the Portland area and im also gonna be using my twitch channel to get as much help as I can.
My twitch name is Grimth3guy
My PayPal is [email protected]
My vemmo is [email protected]
10/3000
This is time sensitive, at some point she'll kick me out to the streets with my ESA if I take too long. Im physically disabled. I cant do this myself. I got home yesterday night and eveything is just falling apart so quickly now.
My boyfriend just applied for a second job to try and speed this up y'all. Please boost, and please don't feel bad for not being able to help. Evey single share means the world to me. You people care about me more than my own mother and I'll be forever grateful for that. Don't dismiss your kindness just because you can't send money. The love is more important to me, and the hope that it brings.
Please donate or reblog! Grim is a beautiful soul trying to escape a hellish situation ❤️
I’m going for an assessment soon, I’m being recommended for psych inpatient. Wish me luck, and if you have any tips about what to expect or bring, those would be appreciated! ❤️🌹
Idk, could you like, call yourself Scentsy or Amway instead? “Mlm” is just so pyramid-schemey
It’s just face paint.
It’s just nail polish.
It’s just a partner of unexpected gender.
It’s just THING.
Exactly. That’s the point. They’re still the same person, friend, child, they were before. You were allowed to see a little more of them. It’s JUST THAT, and that, my friends, is why attitudes like those parents are so, so frustrating and damaging.
That is a beautiful part of your beautiful child. Boys and men are beautiful. Enbys are beautiful. HUMANS are beautiful.
Why, out of all the things to reject in this world, would you reject part of their beauty?
Girl help my mutuals are popular and it’s terrifying
Great news! If we’re burials, it’s YOU that’s popular. I’m over here in my Pigpen blanket and candy wrappers trying not to fall through the earth.
The dads are right.
Slapping (and sometimes ground spot but it depends on farming practices and season) is the only way to actually find a good melon before cutting into it.
“Gender” isn’t a thing; all melons are grown up ovaries of the flowers, they don’t have a sex let alone a gender.
The stem being dry or green is based on how long ago it was cut, assuming it still has a stem on it when it gets to the store. If you let a melon stay on the vine til the vine dries up, the melon is going to go bad.
Webbing on the melon is the result of inconsistent watering, just like stretch marks and splits on a tomato. It grows really fast when it gets a ton of water after not getting a lot previously. It panics and goes “QUICK BEFORE THE DROUGHT COMES BACK” and puts all that water straight into the melon. It expands too quickly and causes micro cracks in the rind which dry out and become the hard brown webs.
The ground spot is reliable on organic and small-scale farmed melons, including your own backyard-grown melons. It turns yellow as the fruit matures, but in store-bought melons, even a lighter colored spot could still have a nice tasty melon inside because they’re often picked slightly unripe and sprayed with ethylene. They also suck up the ethylene from their ripe buddies and will continue to ripen in the store crate, even if the spot never changes color. So it’s a 50/50 shot in a lot of cases; sometimes, yellow-spot melons in stores are already going mushy and nasty inside because they were already ripe but hung out with their buddies too long and got over-exposed.
But slappin? Accurate all the dang time (except in the field in the middle of the day when all the juices have expanded in the heat). Make a fist. Knock on the middle of the melon (gently, don’t smash him). Sounds kinda metallic and sharp? That puppy ain’t ripe. Sounds hollow and dull? Perfect melon, ready for eatin.
The one exception is if your melons have been on a super long journey, I’m talking been on the shelf for weeks and weeks, then they’re all going to sound hollow regardless of how tasty they are. That’s why early and off-season melons, the ones that get shipped in from other countries, are so hit-and-miss and often not tasty. Because it’s impossible to tell good from bad by slap method at that point, and they were all picked early and ripen off the vine on the journey there, which is never as tasty as if they’re allowed to get ripe before picking/shipping.
So yeah. The dads are right, this chart is garbage, and now you too have secret Melon Knowledge. Go slap some melons, kids.
This is 100% accurate - slap (or knock, but politely!) those babies around is still the most fool proof way of telling.
also idk when the hell the idea of male/female fruits and veg became a thing - I’ve seen similar things said about bell peppers BTW - but that’s not how fruit and veggies work, like, at all. As a long time gardener I beg of you all to just take 10 minutes and read about how plants reproduce.
Am I doing it right? I gently knocked, he sounds hollow. And slightly disgruntled.
babes is there anyone who isnt hanging on by the thinnest thread known to man rn or are we all just going thru it this week
Thru it gang, where you at?
Soooo I ended up having to tell my partner about my sh and that I’m back on my bullshit. They took it pretty well, all things considered. And now all I want to do is more, and worse. I feel so exposed and disgusting. Like having someone know makes reality that much worse.
Even with all this going on, everyone seems shocked if I sleep until 2pm, or don’t feel up to making dinner. Talk about feeling invisible. Shocked pikachu face that I’m actively hurting myself, and equally shocked faces that I DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT DINNER, or laundry, or anything.
2+2 does not equal 4 for my family, I guess.
The Terror: Infamy - 2x10 - “Did something happen tonight? In the war?”
the dawning realization of this gif set is so chilling
Another thing they did was in the ending credits, they put the cast and crew alongside pics of their ancestors during the war, some who served, some who were interred in American camps, some who were both. So for example, the lead actor, Derek Mio:
Marcus Toji, who played an interpreter in the show:
The director, Lily Mariye:
There were others too, but the actors in the scene giffed above? George Takei and Sab Shimono? They were in camps themselves.
When I read Hiroshima I felt like I knew where this was going, but the last gif still made my heart stop for just a moment
Beautiful and gut wrenching, just seeing the gif set. I’m going to make sure I watch this movie.
Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a healthy sleep schedule
I can’t seem to have one, so here, you please have one!
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Friendly reminder that neurodivergency isn’t just Autism and ADHD, it’s also:
- The Schizophrenia spectrum
- Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
- Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, Dyscalculia, Dyspraxia
- Tic disorders
- Cerebral palsy
- Down’s Syndrome
Anything else that affects the structure of your brain
Add ons from people who’ve contributed (thank you!)
- Bipolar disorder
- Epilepsy
- Personality disorders
- Dissociative disorders
- (c)PTSD
Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.
I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻
If you could help me spread awareness about this by reblogging, I’d really appreciate it.
I’ve had this post on insta saved for sometime ❤️
[Text Description: “Hey! Reminder: Eskimo is a slur. It means ‘snow eaters’ in Cree and is a slur against Inuit . Also don’t use ‘Eskimo kisses’. It’s called Kunik. It is a greeting mostly used for family… Kunik was how I’d greet my mom and grandmother as a small child.” /TD]
Rebloging for the awareness and especially for the alternative words
And so people who are just learning this now know the proper usage: “Inuit” is plural. The singular is “Inuk”, as in “he is an Inuk”
There are a lot of other Peoples referred to by that term in Alaska as well: the Iñupiat, Yupik, Aleut, Eyak, Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian, and Northern Athabaskan. One slur to rule them all I guess.
(When you do your research just make sure you have the right region.)
Fic writers/etc, you can also always call those cute little nose-boops bunny kisses! I always do, and it sounds cuter too! Great for writing fluffy stories without accidentally being insulting! 👍👍👍
I’m literally AND emotionally falling apart. A tooth broke last week while I was actually enjoying some food. It’s rare for food to actually be enjoyable anymore, and then my mouth bones betrayed me.
ThEN, I apparently ate something my body didn’t agree to a couple days later. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, in tremendous pain and felt the beginnings of shock taking hold. (Thanks to decades of shock inducing menstrual pain for giving me that vital knowledge 🙄). I went to the bathroom, things got worse, and I blacked out.
On the toilet.
Y’all I woke up on the floor, in the bathroom. Wtf.
I got up, finished up business, decided I’d had enough of the bathroom, and went back to bed like nothing had happened.
But hey, bonus from this stunt: I apparently fell onto/into several things, so my sh bruises are currently “from passing out”, since they were noticed.
Even after all that, only a mildly concerned look was given my way. No suggestion of any further concern.
I want my issues to be noticed, and I don’t want to have to tell someone to fucking notice me. Is it so much to ask that others show care for me the way that I do for them?? Do I have to actually land in the hospital? I feel so worthless.
I’ve seen this new trend of girls posting videos like “I hate my boyfriend for bringing all of his stupid boy things into our apartment when we moved in together 🙄” and then pictures of his hot wheels collection or a Halloween skeleton or an extremely cool pirate flag. Give him to me you do not deserve him.
Buckle up, folks. I’ve got a lot to say on this…
I’m not one of those guys who subscribes to the “Man Cave” idea. That theory that once you’re in a relationship, you’re required to forfeit 99% of your own home and be grateful to have one room in which you can be yourself and have your own possessions on display. I think if you’re in a relationship, you have a right to make your home reflect your personality and interests as much your partner does. I’ve run into a couple of instances where a woman thinking a man has no right to his own possessions has not gone over so well and it was hysterical.
I once knew a guy who worked in the telemarketing department of a company I worked at. One Friday night after work, he told me about how he ended up breaking up with his girlfriend.
This guy was like me, very clean and orderly and liked things a certain way but he wasn’t volatile about it or anything. He and his girlfriend decide to have a weekend sleepover at his house, a trial run in his mind for moving in together. She showed up and the red flags sprang up immediately. “Where’s your bag?” he asks. “For a weekend? I don’t need one.” she says. His mind reels. “So you’re not gonna change clothes…or shower…or brush your teeth…?” “No. Why would I do that in just a couple of days?” He tries to be okay about it but then she starts “cooking” and the kitchen looks like a war zone. Then there’s the fact that her B.O. seems to get stronger by the hour.
The last straw comes towards the end of the weekend when she walks around his place, eyes his Elvis Presley memorabilia collection and says “If I lived here, all this Elvis shit would get set out for trash, I’m not wasting space on all that.” When it finally comes time for her to go back home, she says “This was fun! Can’t wait to do it again.” “Yeah, about that…” and he dumped her in his own driveway.
He said if he had to choose between hygiene and an Elvis collection he’s built for years and her, he’s gonna be happier being single, cleaner and having his collectibles around than he would be with her.
Another instance happened when I had a garage sale and one of the things I was selling was a talking football player action figure from the 90s that someone had bought me under the presumption that because I was boy, I was into sports (I was not). The action figure was brand new in the box because that was how little I cared about playing with it despite my mother’s best attempts. A woman shows up, sees the action figure and loses her shit.
“Oh God, I am so sick of seeing these! My husband has the whole set and all I want to do is throw them in the trash!” A guy at the sale overhears this and says “Well, I’m sure your husband has a list of things that he’d like to get rid of that you’re partial to but he doesn’t say anything because that’s the give and take of being in a relationship” She blows him off and says “I should be the one to decide what goes in the house and what he can buy, THAT is how marriage works for ME.” The guy changes his argument. “Maybe on your husband’s list of shit that needs to go, you should be at the top of the list…” Everyone else at the garage sale (including me) was now watching silently and wondering when the throw down would happen…
“What did you say?”, she asks him a bit taken back. “I said if I was him, I wouldn’t take that shit that somehow being married to you means forfeiture of my belongings and personality and substituting it all for your bullshit. I’d sooner throw you out than my action figures.” After picking her jaw up off my driveway, the woman hurumphs and storms back to her car. I high-five the guy for making an excellent point after she leaves.
I have a lot of collectibles myself and am currently in the creative habit of going through my childhood Power Rangers and Pokémon toys and putting the ones I absolutely want to keep in shadow boxes and hanging them on the wall as conversation pieces and selling the rest.
I have Funko Pops. I have lunchboxes. I have special edition magazines and comic books in floater frames on the wall. I have more books than I have time to count or read. I have tub after tub of Halloween and Christmas decorations because that’s my favorite time of year. I would never throw all of this stuff away because I’ve purged plenty already and kept what I wanted to keep. It’s all a reflection of my personality and my story. If someone came into my life and said our life together would mean giving all of this up and doing what he wanted, I would consider that a toxic situation and I would end it before I got in too deep.
Men, gay or straight, can find themselves in toxic, abusive relationships, this is not a phenomenon only experienced by women. It just seems that way because men, especially straight men, rarely speak up about it and mistakenly settle on what they assume is some unchangable default result of being in a relationship. It’s not.
I would never move in with someone and tell them to throw everything out that has been a part of them or spoken to who they are in order to make room for me. I am all about organizing and making a space feel cozy, functional and fun and would go out of my way to make sure we both had space for our things and our personalities and stories. One does not have to overshadow or overpower the other in order to make a relationship between two people work.
So, the next time someone says “It’s me or the Star Wars action figures on that one shelf that aren’t bothering anyone but I hate that that shelf isn’t all about me anyway” say “May The Force not hit you in the ass on the way out” as you show them the door.
My dad broke up with the girlfriend he had when he was 20ish because she said "the motorcycle goes or I go". And not because she genuinely didn't like motorcycles, no! Because a friend of hers told her bf to get rid of the bike or lose her, and that guy choose the girl. Dad's ex saw it as a power play she could pull on my dad as well. He turned her out on the spot.
I used to think guys just didn’t have any interests?? Or hobbies?? Because of all those images of homes where the wife designs everything and there’s basically no touch of the husband there anywhere, and how it was implied that that’s “normal”.
I just reblogged this but then I thought and I just have to make this addition?
Yeah, that last comment, that's how fucked up our society has gotten, because men have to conceal or hide or at best get ONE room to put their stuff in, and even then it's treated as terrible and regressive and should not be allowed. The 'Man Cave' aka the one space in a person's house where they're allowed to express themselves and their hobbies and it's treated as a terrible thing because he's 'excluding' his wife from it, while the things that are in there are NOT ALLOWED ANYWHERE ELSE.
We have allowed people to brainwash us into two dumb ideas, one that men are expected to give up everything that they love for their significant others, and the second that it's a burden on women that they have to determine how everything is in the household. Because that is also how it is in so many cases.
Felt this meme would be important here.
The meme is perfect here and this thread as a whole makes me realise how screwed up society is and also how happy I am to not be living in such a household
Find the person with which you can build a cave together, turn the whole house into a cave. It's belongs to the both of you.
The only person that is allowed to make you put your stuff away is your own toddler because the dumb little bastard is likely to swallow your memorabilia one little asphyxiation risk piece of it at a time. (and that is only until it grows a brain... then it's back on the shelves for the collection).
If people come into your house and start criticizing your dear collections/ hobbies... why the hell would you want them in your house? Home is a refuge, no one needs a source of stress there. Home is where you're supposed to recover from stress silly!
It boggles the mind how people can be in a romantic relationship with people they wouldn't be friends with. How does that work?
All. Of. This!
So you’re feeling suicidal…
I’m not going to sugar coat it; it happens, especially for those of us suffering from BPD, Depression, and other mood and anxiety disorders.
And sometimes, it’s really fucking scary
So here’s my unsolicited advice to you; take it or leave it
*Personally, when I get really suicidal, like the “shit the rope is around my neck” or “the pills are in my hand just fucking take them” the last thing on my mind is “how can I save myself”, so…
Step 1: fight the urge. Survive the near attempt. Find a fucking ounce of hope that convinces you to live
*this can be anything, ie: because I love fuzzy sweaters, or because there is so much art I haven’t done
Step 2: ok, so you survived the near attempt, or very scary serious thoughts. Chances are, you’re still feeling pretty agitated, depressed, suicidal, or an impossibly infinite number of emotions. For me, the next step is to focus on something other than myself
*I use an app called “Calm Harm”. It is intended for self harm, but works equally as well for suicidal urges. It gives you suggestions and different tools to help pass the urge to self-destruct. Some are distractors, expressive outlets, or meditative techniques.
Step 2.5: if the urge does not pass, remove yourself from the unsafe environment. I cannot stress the importance or genuine effectiveness of this tool. Go to the library. Take a walk. Do what you have to do.
Step 3: When I manage to ride the wave, pass the urge, I am almost always left feeling numb, emotionless, and terrified of my own mind-more often than not, this makes me want to self harm.
If you are left feeling like you want to self harm, return to step 2: ride the wave, wait for the urge to pass.
If you do self harm- don’t beat yourself up about it. It happens, and usually it’s not the end of the world. However, if you do self harm, please take care of yourself afterwords
Step 4: if you’re feeling like you are able to, or if the option is feasible, remove the dangerous objects from your room; ie. pills, ropes, knives, razor blades, etc.
This can be a difficult step to take. Push yourself to take it, but make sure you take baby steps. Removing all coping mechanisms (such as cutting) can make things worse in the long run. So take it slow. Start with putting your pills in the bathroom so that they aren’t there to temp you, or moving the ropes to the garage. You’ll get there, but give yourself time.
Step 5: Self Care. Whether that is cleaning the wounds, making some tea, curling up with a good book or taking a nap, self care is key. You made it. You can do this. This is not the end of your story.
Being suicidal is no easy feat, and each and every time you get through that battle, you are one step closer to winning this war.
I’m proud of you for making it through those feelings and this post.
You are strong.
You are important.
You have an amazing future.
You just have to do is survive long to find it 🖤
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