Xander smoking weed in his parents basement like “maybe this time I won’t get scared”

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Xander smoking weed in his parents basement like “maybe this time I won’t get scared”
SKY WHALE SKY WHALE SKY WHALE
No. Look at the position of the tail fins. They’re perpendicular rather than parallel to the ground. That’s a sky shark.
SKY SHARK SKY SHARK SKY SHARK
Except the upper fin is smaller than the lower fin. So that means the perspective is angled. This is a whale.
SKY WHALE SKY WHALE SKY WHALE
[ID: A photo taken at late afternoon in a city. Above an office building is a cloud which looks very much like a shark or whale. End ID]
Clouds that look like Captain Ahab & Quint from Jaws start fighting over it
This is why I love this hellsite. Look at us, exciedly talking about sky sharks.
little doggie show my heart belongs to you,,
when twins are identical in some show but different genders cause the people writing it don’t know how twins work it’s like oh rad cool trans. one of you is trans. but also both of you are trans. because when I ignore how twins work for Trans Reasons it’s chill.
🫢 anyways-
PSA: dont use l33t speak in AO3 tags
[image ID: an AO3 tag that reads ‘implied suicidal thoughts’ but with exclamation marks in place of the letters i]
if you do this, congrats, you’ve totally defeated the purpose of the tagging system!
AO3 is not tiktok. it is not run by a mega-corporation that sanitizes content for advertisability and shadowbans or deletes content. it’s an ARCHIVE.
by doing this, it means people won’t be able to exclude or include your tags. and if they use a text-to-speech reader, you’ve made it ten times harder to understand.
this goes for tumblr too!! if you put “su!c!de tw” anybody who has “suicide tw” blacklisted will still see your post. it’s not a warning if the words aren’t able to be read or recognized by the systems.
no hate if you’ve been doing this! just fix your tags and don’t do it in the future.
Sometimes I accidentally receive email intended for other people.
I try to be helpful.
(Meanwhile I haven’t replied to like the last six emails from actual family members. I’m the worst.)
UPDATES!
Jules replied to thank me for pointing out her error. She regrets to inform me that they already have an officiant:
Then while attempting to send the wedding weekend accommodations email to the correct Ed she sent the original email to me again.
I’m still trying to help:
I haven’t heard from Jules since Friday so I suspect this is the end of our correspondence, but I’ll keep everyone posted.
UPDATE! Pete and Jules’s big day is almost here!
It seemed like the right thing to do for all the joy they’ve brought us.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god!
Pete and Jules sent me a thank you note!
Complete with a very nice note:
Aren’t they just the best? I should probably send them a thank you note to say thank you for the thank you note, shouldn’t I?
Of course I should.
God I fucking love the internet.
Look, I love the fae jokes. Hozier looks like he was pulled from a bog after a 1,500 year nap. His lyrics are poetic and morbid and romantic in a very other worldly way. BUT He’s right. Hozier has talked A LOT about how his music could not, would not exist without decades of innovation and creativity by Black artists. His entire style is based on soul and gospel and blues, WHICH ARE GENRES CREATED BY BLACK PEOPLE.
“My first introduction to music [was] Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Howlin’ Wolf, the music that my dad used to play in the house. From there, I just fell in love with the music coming out of black America. A lot of my folk influences would be coming from Ireland. There is absolutely no rock and roll without blues music. There is no blues music without one of the most horrendous atrocities of human trafficking in the last few centuries. It is, of course, a really difficult subject. Everything that’s popular music swings off the work and the achievements and the legacy of black artistry…”
So while I love the fae bog man jokes, we have to acknowledge the tremendous influence of Black artists. There’s no Hozier without Black music.
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If yall couldn’t hear this in Work Song idk what to tell you. I really wish people could see past their imposed aesthetics of him and join the conversation he’s using his privileged to start.
Work Song is literally named after another song notably sang by Nina Simone
In fact, Hozier’s song Nina Cried Power (the title of which mainly refers to her singing “Power!” in the bridge of Sinnerman, I think) straight up lists several of his musical influences in the lyrics [link], and he says so himself [link].
And y’all should really listen to any and all artists Hozier mentions, they are excellent.
Someone (not me) made a playlist that compiles a bunch of musicians and music that Hozier has said inspired him, it’s great and y’all should have a listen.
(photo by fistfullofcookies)
Why do parents always assume their kid is lazy when they get bad grades? Like maybe help your kids by talking to them, not punishing them. This is how I failed math and didn’t even know I had number dyslexia for years.
When my sister was in high school she struggled a LOT with math. Like I know a lot of people find it really difficult (myself included), but I mean she was really really bad at it. She has always been a very smart, creative and sensitive person, but math made no sense to her, to the point where passing seemed impossible.
I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration.
I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated.
Just thought a shitty picture like this should be accompanied by a story about a person’s parents who actually gave a shit about helping their kid instead of mocking and punishing them.
Just rebloging this again for reasons
EXACTLY. literally i struggled so much, and still struggle in math because of my brain tumor and if my parents hadn’t reached out to HELP ME find the root problem instead of punish me, i’d literally be dead. that photo is absolute BULLSHIT.
stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it
oh my god i’m so tired psychotic does not mean violent it does not mean angry or erratic. it refers to a person suffering from psychosis, a loss of touch with reality that includes hallucinations and/or delusions. psychotic people are not inherently violent and y'all need to understand how much stigma you create when you again and again incorrectly use the word psychotic without even thinking about it
would appreciate if non-psychotic people could reblog this
“She wants something to love, I think. Something that isn’t her. Or, maybe she’d just love something to eat.”
Your parents are not supposed to yell at you, mock you, ect. for crying, and they’re not supposed to FORCE you to tell them whats wrong if they aren’t the reason you’re crying.
Your parents are not supposed to tell you that you’re lying, overreacting, ect. if you bring up that you think you might have a mental illness / physical illness ect.
Your parents are not supposed to yell at you or tell you “I put a roof over your head” or “I feed you” or “oh well” or anything of the like if you bring up something that they do that upsets you
Your parents are not supposed to scream at you and punish you for making mistakes such as breaking dishes, not doing something right, ect.
Your parents are not supposed to guilt you when you’re having a hard time by saying “I have it worse than you do” “you wont last 30 seconds out in the real world” ect.
Your parents are not supposed to yell at you to shut up for “talking back” when you were only trying to explain / defend yourself.
All of this is abuse. Parents are NEVER supposed to do these things. If you think your parents are abusing you or you think something is wrong, listen to yourself. Look into abuse. You are not overreacting. Your feelings are valid. If you are being abused, I love you and always remember that you’ll be out of there soon.
this tweet is life changing
A guest just came by my front desk and said “it’s my husband’s birthday today, make sure you say happy birthday when he comes down!” and I love it so much it reminds me of that post that’s like “if I was dating just some guy I would hype him up so much I would walk in and say here comes the most specialist boy make sure you clap and cheer when he comes in or I’ll blow this whole building up” you know that post, but it literally just happened to me in real life.
Update: they just came back in from eating dinner at a local restaurant I recommended, and I asked the specialist boy in the world how his Special Birthday Dinner was and what he got to eat, and he began to gush about this lasagna he had, and in the background I saw the wife nod in approval that I had acknowledged her Most Specialist Boy’s birthday.