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a greek chorus which just shouts “oh shit” at relevant intervals

You know you’ve really been through some shit when you’re constantly more worried about how someone will react to you presenting an issue you have with them than you are about the thing that upset you in the first place

whospilledthebongwater

Didn’t expect this post to be relevant to so many people, damn

inhale-the-frost

Hi this is a symptom of abuse and its so shitty to deal with

fanonical

dumbledore dabbed at every single speech he gave at hogwarts, it just wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t relevant to harry’s story

cureofwellness

🦋 Reblog if you’re at least one of these:

- older than 16

- have an eating disorder

- struggle with other mental illnesses

- hate your body

- need a friend

- or just need someone to talk to

- if your inbox is open for anyone who needs to talk

thefirsttree

Stress testing bunny herds… with unforeseen consequences.

monsterlets

@edderkopper

bunjywunjy

she has come to protect her children

theweirdwideweb

gsut-deactivated20190504

walking into hell after smashing the fuck out of my doorbell 🙂

bellatrick-deactivated20230430

Is this written by a man?

cesaray

ex-foliant

This is from call the midwife and I was howling at this scene

unpretty

the older i get the weirder it is that not a single p.e. teacher in my entire school career was able to recognize the difference between “a child who doesn’t get enough exercise” and “a child with serious health problems impeding their ability to exercise in this particular way”

unpretty

you know what else is weird? we had to do that fitness test every year but like… we never actually… learned how to do the things they tested us on…

like, now that i am an adult i have learned how to build up my strength so i can do pushups, but that seems like something they could have taught us? in school? in the class where they tested our ability to pushups? they never taught us how to work our way up to actually doing a chin-up, or whatever. even if i had just been “out-of-shape” (as a CHILD), nothing they did would have solved that problem. i did not learn how to exercise in a functional way until i was out of school and teaching myself, so i’m not sure what those p.e. classes were even intended to accomplish, really.

ladymalchav-archive

but we damn sure knew square dancing!

sologatos

hayley566

Sour cream baby

finandleaf

NO regrets.

terrapincentury-deactivated2018

NO REGRETS!!! FUCK THE FRAIL SHIT

justgreentextthings

Green Text Story no. 211: “Grandma Assassin”

beyonslayed

I’ve never seen more relatable content in my life omg

dajo42

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

maneth985

luxgalador

This post was good but then it got better

celticshenanigans

Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.

In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.

But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.

complete-in-ix-deactivated20230

OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES

the-ironhobbit-deactivated20170

This has improved since last I reblogged.

tinierpurplefishes

I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.

shadesofmauve

I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”

At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”

I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.