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Epic - VFD eye in the clouds and everything. Nice job!
This is the cutest thing!
oh jesus christ thatâs adorable
âshoesâ the 2019 version [x]
one of the most adorable moments in the series
Beast boy and cyborg drop everything to make sure that Starfire is comfortable telling jokes. They donât care that they missed the context, laugh along to make her comfortable, then proceed to make asses of themselves JUST so she can have a good laugh too and feel like she BELONGS.
And that is one of many examples of why the original teen titans series was seriously well fucking written as it showed a very HUMAN kind of emotion, feeling like you donât fit in and watching a joke go wrong and people not finding you funny, then getting to laugh because the people you chose to open up to were caring enough to make fucking sure you felt like you belonged just for a bit.
Good for this person. This is exactly what you do. Screw the job.
I had a job that made me work an all nighter, 30 hours straight, over Thanksgiving. I resigned that Monday and it was one of the most satisfying decisions Iâve ever made.
Part 3:
obsessed w them
GOOD FOR THEM TAKE THAT SHIT WITH YOU
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I know it's sand but I want to eat it
Good news it's not sand!! It's rice flour!! During deepavali, Indians make rangolis which is shown in the video!
there's a CHANCE it's rice flour and there's ALSO a WAY HIGHER chance it's sand, quartz, glitter, powdered chalk, sawdust, talcum, etc. even if it's flour the dyes aren't edible probably.
DO NOT EAT RANGOLI.
I'M INDIAN.
Happy Diwali! Please do not eat sand!
This just in heterosexual culture still unappealing and weirdÂ
women are harpies that are stealing my Man Strength in order to make themselves stronger. I saw one woman who had done this five times, and could now bench-press more than me in the gym. Terrifying.
when a man loves a man they have infinite strength, but when a woman loves a woman they have no weaknesses. chose wiselyâŠ
The Unstoppable Gay meets the Immovable Lesbian.
Fatphobia in the gay men's community is uh. Rampant and i don't think people really address it that much because thin people don't think it's an issue and fat people are never taken seriously (often because they're fat!!).
Y'all will call any skinny buff man with a bit of chest hair a bear, then label the actual bears as "creepy" or "ugly" if you don't just flat-out ignore their existence.
Y'all will be like "i love men's tits" until a fat man exists and suddenly it's all "we can't promote such an unhealthy lifestyle, because being unhealthy is bad" pretending to care about us while simultaneously calling us undesirable and linking moral weight to physical weight.
Apparently it's completely impossible to show support for fat gay men without being fetishistic about it and i'm fucking sick of it. Do better. i'm not holding you at gunpoint telling you to find every fat man hot. i'm asking you sternly to treat us like human beings. It's not that hard.
I also wanna add that there's often a lot of bodyshaming that queer people do to fat men that is... disgusting. Balding, neck-beards, acne, sweat... these are all natural things, but the moment a fat man has it, he's disgusting and probably a p*do and yeah, no, he's probably a misogynist and an incel, he couldn't possibly be a human being who just has these things because that's how the fucking human body works.
Trans men see this, you know? All men see this, but I want to talk especially about trans men because you all are demonizing testosterone, and I've heard (and felt) of trans men saying how they'll never go on T because they're going to be ugly. Y'all are fine with fat people only if we overperform gender norms - fat women have to be little pin-up poster girls and fat men have to be bears with perfect hair and perfect bears that can also lift.
Fat people, FAT MEN deserve better than anything any of you could ever think to give us. Fat gay men deserve love and acceptance and the same decency you give everyone else.
I'm not "adorable" for being fat. I'm not "a cute short king" or "a bundle of joy". I'm a man. I'm a grown fucking adult. And I've a neckbeard, acne, I'm gay and I fucking love men. I have body hair. I have a low voice. I snort when I laugh and I take up space when I sit down because I AM A FAT MAN.
Stop making fun of men's looks. Stop making fun of fat gay men. Stop making fun of gay men.
Stop. Making. Fun. Of. Men's. Looks.
Its The colonization
The first time I left the US was on a trip with my grandmother to Germany. My grandmother was always traveling. Always! Always off on some holiday somewhere, always bringing back tacky souvenirs.
I spoke a bit of German but was far from fluent. Iâd been a little worried about communication but my grandmother assured me weâd be fine. She did this all the time, after all.
My grandmother left me in the hotel room one morning to sleep in while she went to the nearby bakery to get some pastries for breakfast. When she returned, she looked very flustered. She got me up because she had to get this off her chest. The woman in the bakery⊠didnât speak ANY English. In her words, âNot a lick of English! Not one word!â I replied, heavy with sarcasm, âReally? In GERMANY?â She didnât pick up on my sarcasm at all and just thought I was equally as astonished as her.
Turns out every trip sheâd ever taken was with some pre-planned tour group for obnoxious white Americans. Never in all her years of traveling had she just gone into a small local shop and had to interact with a local whose entire business didnât revolve around serving people like her. It was a genuine surprise to her that a person - especially a white person! - would actually not understand English.
I later went down to the bakery to apologize as well as I could in German. Fortunately the woman found it very amusing that the American woman just kept talking louder and slower instead of trying to communicate in some other way, and wasnât bothered at all. But from that day forward I understood something about my grandmother (and a whole hell of a lot of other Americans) that I could never unlearn. That she literally saw everywhere in the world that wasnât America like some kind of giant fucking Disney World and everyone who didnât speak English as some kind of bumbling savage. I was embarrassed to be seen with her, ashamed to be there with her. This is very much A Thing and itâs fucking awful.
When I was young and traveling in the late 90s and to about 2007 I want to say? Every time we left the United states we were sat down and would go through some vocabulary that kids should know. Mainly thank yous, hellos and arbitrary pleasantries. I learned why this was so important the first time we went to France, we entered a port town after leaving England via boat. My Mother barely speaking French, it was nearing 9pm and we had missed the train because of a docking issue to get to our booked hotel. The ticket master of the ferry pointed us towards an old inn run by the sweetest woman I had ever met. She met us outside of it, waving us over and through my Momâs poor French and the Innkeepers broken english the two worked so much out. And after signing us in before she went to prep the room herself. She brought each of my siblings a tea pot filled with some of the best hot chocolate I ever had. Because it was so chilly. The next morning she did the same. Every time I said Merci in french sheâd just light up, she even help me learn a few extra things in the short time of breakfast. Apple, orange, tea cup. Itâs one of my favourite memories as a kid and something I try to show to people who canât speak English visiting America as I work retail. Because, expecting fluent English is rude. Appreciate people that can speak your language, no matter how small, because theyâre doing their best.
Sheâs a wonderful contribution to humanity!
Her name is Nzambi Matee!
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/ocean-pollution-kenya-plastic-bricks-eye-on-earth/Â Â
âI get excited when I see waste,â the materials scientist told Patta, âbecause I know thatâs life for us.â
The fact that plastic does not sink is precisely what intrigued Matee.
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âIt took us about nine months just to make one brick.â
One brick wasnât enough, but that was no problem for a woman who likes to get her hands dirty. Next, she built a machine to mass produce the plastic bricks. First the waste is sorted to remove rubble and metal, and then the plastic is baked â just like âmaking cookies,â joked Matee â before the boiling mixture is molded into building blocks. Her setup can churn out as many as 2,000 per day, and theyâre 35% cheaper than standard bricks, and up to seven-times stronger.Â
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Kenyaâs fight against plastic pollution isnât just a homegrown issue. Itâs complicated by the fact that, two years ago, the U.S. exported more than one billion pounds of plastic waste to 96 nations, including Kenya. Now Washington wants to make the shipment of more plastic waste a condition of a proposed trade deal.
Greenpeace activist Amos Wemanya believes Kenya can barely manage its own waste, let alone recycle Americaâs.
Matee agrees that countries should keep their waste in their own backyards, and she intends to make good on what she calls her triple threat:
âThe more we recycle the plastic, the more we produce affordable housing⊠the more we created more employment for the youth,â she said.
Like many young Kenyans, Matee is passionate about saving the environment, but itâs not just words. Sheâs hoping that through her actions, the mountain in Dandora will become a mere hill.
I'm losing it over this AITA thread
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Get rid of the whole wife
Idk if anyone will see this. Iâm more active on Twitter these days and I stream on Twitch!
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Fan fic authors are not professional writers.
Expecting them to be perfect and never make mistakes is setting yourself up to be an asshole.
Do you know how long it takes to write and publish a 60k novel for most published authors? Years. Plural.
That includes time spent writing multiple drafts and doing research and multiple rounds of edits. Access to a professional editor, and the ability to hire sensitivity readers. The list goes on and on and on.
Fan fic authors owe you nothing. They are churning out multiple novel length fics (or the equivalent in one shots) a year while still holding down school/jobs.
And youâre gonna jump down their throats because they wrote a pairing differently than you prefer??
Shut the fuck up.
Tags exists for a reason. Read them and move on if the fic is not for you.
I mean really. We all just lived through fucking 2020. Let people enjoy their FAKE gay porn in peace.
Jfc.
This is so real. I saw a post going around about how âfanfic authors donât accept critique anymoreâ And itâs like? Imagine you bake a batch of cookies and you take it to the office to share with your co-workers. And then someone just sits down and itâs like âAh, the flavour profile is not quite proper. See, you should have added the brown sugar *after* the flour, andâ And itâs like? Just eat the fucking cookie, Mike, and shut the fuck up. lmao A hobby doesnât need critique. You donât even need to be good at it. Let people have fun on the internet, for godâs sake.
Continuing with the cookie metaphor! Iâve had people come into the comments on my art with âget better shipsâ. Thatâs like a complete stranger walking into the office and telling me not to make chocolate chip cookies anymore because itâs not *their* preference of cookie. These (free and made with love) cookies arenât for you!
I baked these cookies for me friends and me, so your opinion on our cookies is irrelevant. đđ§Ą