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you can make nearly any object into a good insult if you put âyou absoluteâ in front of it
example: you absolute coat hanger
as well u can just add âedâ to any object and itâs sounds like you were really drunk
example: i was absolutely coat hangered last night
#i was gazeboed mate #i was absolutely baubled
Meanwhile, âutterâ works for the first (e.g., âyou utter floorboardâ) but somehow âutterlyâ doesnât seem to work as well for the second (âI was utterly floorboardedâ).
Utterly doesnât work for drunk because itâs the affix for turning random objects into terms for *shocked*, obviously.
⊠huh.  I thought that might just be the similarity to âflooredâ, and yet âI was utterly coat hangeredâ does seem to convey something similar.
I have to tell you, I am utterly sandwiched at this discovery.
Completely makes the phrase mean âsuper tiredâ.
âGod, itâs been a long week, I am completely coat-hangered.â
Something is
Something is wrong with our language
Is it a glitch or a feature?
Feature
definitely a feature.
date someone that makes you roll your eyes and smile right after
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who arenât actors
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who canât sing for shit
Shoutout out to all the theatre kids who have two left feet
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who have never seen a broadway show live
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who have only ever seen the bootlegs
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who are techies
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who are stage managers
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who are pit members
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who are into the hella popular musicals
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who are into musicals that no one has ever even heard of
Shoutout to all the theatre kids who always get the ensemble parts
Letâs celebrate all these lovely musicals together and stop the hate đđđ
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9 Days Post Op
February 02, 2018
Today I am 9 days, count 'em NINE, post-op from my total colectomy with ileostomy with Dr. Joshua Braveman in Columbus, OH. I have to say, I did not expect to be doing nearly as well as I am at this stage in my recovery. When I decided to go surgery route to treat my severe Ulcerative Colitis, I knew that it was going to be a bumpy ride; so that's what I was prepared for. Now, I'm not saying that this first surgery has been all sunshine and roses, I have been in pain, but nothing like what I expected. To give you an idea, I had a double mastectomy with male reconstruction 309 days ago. That's not a bigger surgery, and is considerably less invasive than having an entire organ removed and an ostomy created; and I was out for the count for nearly 8 weeks. I could barely get out of a chair or off the couch for almost 2 weeks! Yet here I am, 9 days post-op from my colectomy, going to the store (in one of the electric scooters, but still out!) and out to get food! They told me that I would start to feel better after this surgery, but I didn't realize just how much better.
If I had ANY doubts that this was the right thing to do, they are completely gone. But let's be honest, they were gone when I was sitting in the bed waiting to be wheeled back into surgery. I had this sense of peace, that this was the right thing to do. That I knew that I was about to get my life back. Yes it may take a year, and two more surgeries to until I have my j-pouch, but it's going to happen. I'm going to be able to function like a semi-normal human being for once in my life.
For anyone who has never been sick, the thought of having to go through 3 surgeries to have a normal life probably sounds ridiculous. I was trying to explain it to one of my friends; my reasoning behind deciding to move forward with surgery when I knew that it would be a mass amount of pain and recovery time. It's hard to find the words to tell them that trading one more year of my life to some temporary discomfort from surgeries, a little bit of work with the ostomy for a few months, and then adjusting to the new j-pouch; is more than worth it to not live a life of not being in constant pain, having to live a life of "Well, I MIGHT be able to make it if my body decides to cooperate that day, and I don't eat anything I shouldn't a week or so in advance..." and having to know where every single bathroom is every moment that I walk out the door. I'm 25 years old. I have given almost 4 years of my life to this disease, despite everything I've done to fight it. I'm tired of it. I want to take control of my life again, and this is going to let me.
Youâre a wanker, Number 9!
an ancient lesbian proverb (via cophines)
Happy 24th birthday to The X-Files, September 10, 1993.Â
YOU GUYYYSSSS I HAVE THE PERFECT PLAN
Context: This is going viral:
YOU KNOW WHATâS GONNA HAPPEN RIGHT
THERE IS NO XF WRITERSâ ROOM, NONE OF THEM KNOW WHAT ANY OF THE OTHER ONES ARE WRITING
YOU SEE WHERE IâM GOING WITH THIS YES
Does anyone really know what those two writersâ assistants look like???
âŠ
HEREâS HOW ITâS GOING DOWN
1. Agree on a fanfic. (This is going to be the hard part.)
2. Get the script to David and Gillian. You guys, they donât know whatâs going on half the time anyway. And they will be so happy to have dialogue that makes sense.
3. Find a trustworthy man to direct. @h0ldthiscatâ suggests Matthew Rhys in a mustache. (kcat:Â âHe would be like âIâve totally directed for this show before!â And Gillian would be like 'oh yeah, I remember you!'â FOOLPROOF)
4. Distract Chris Carter during the week one of his episodes is supposed to shoot. I recommend luring him through the woods to a magical surfing beach a la Nimue in Camelot. Please do not drown him. We donât do that. Show him a nice time.
5. Get to work with David, Gillian, the script, and âTodd Johnsonâ or whatever name we select. No oneâs gonna remember.
6. Once itâs in the can, get it to Fox before anyone is the wiser. We can always shuffle all the episodes around to cover our tracks. Itâs going to make about the same amount of sense regardless.Â
7. It airs! Mulder and Scully make out a lot and have emotionally fulfilling interactions, domestic sweetness and affectionate familiarity, a plot that involves them as people and is therefore engaging to the audience, subtle but beautiful angst courtesy of Matthew âThe Americansâ Rhys aka Todd Johnson, and a satisfying ending. David and Gillian never know that anything went awry but they may have the vaguely pleasant sense that their characters got some emotional closure. Glen Morgan is a little suspicious. Chris Carter blithely takes credit for the episode which is obviously a huge hit. Anne Simon cheers him on. People like The X-Files again and Fox makes money. Todd Johnson has a flourishing second career directing television in a mustache. Everyone is happy. Myassbrokethefall is released from her two-plus decades of torment and becomes a goat farmer in the Faroe Islands.Â
THE END
Making the fiancée start at the beginning of Doctor Who. She keeps saying that I'm going to spoil everything. If we managed to watch 4 episodes of series 6 without me saying ANYTHING about River being Amy and Rory's daughter, I think I can make it through without spoiling anything.
Advice for girls: buy skinny jeans in the boyâs section
Theyâre more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.
donât believe me? look:
these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own
See that phone? Iâm going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??
Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably canât fit any further than that-
what? whatâs this?
Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.
Look at how much room is still there. Thereâs chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.
Buy your pants in the boys section, girls. Live in the beautiful world you deserve where you can fit shit in your pocket.
Curvy ladies: Menâs dress pants have more room in the butt. I donât know why, I only know that all my dress pants for work are off the rack in the menâs department in Target. Literally nobody has noticed, except a couple of my younger coworkers whoâve asked meâyou guessed itââoh my god, where did you find pants with pockets?â
Tall ladies: menâs pants are easier to find in longer lengths than womenâs pants are.
Trans ladies: Wanna get on this gravy train, but afraid people will misgender you for wearing clothes off the menâs racks? Step one: tell me who these people are and I will punch them in the face. Step two: if it doesnât make you dysphoric, please donât feel obligated to wear pants off the womenâs racks if pants off the menâs racks are more comfy/useful to you. Iâm a cis woman whoâs been wearing pants from the boysâ section and, later, the menâs section, ever since I hit puberty and in thirteen years maybe, maybe half a dozen people have noticed. And itâs always women asking the oh-my-god-pockets question. Youâre all good. <3
Fat ladies: you will pay the same for a pair of 42x32 jeans as for a pair of 34x32 jeans, instead of having to pay some kind of Fat Penance Tax by way of being in the âplus sizeâ section. Also, did I mention more room in the butt?
Ladies concerned about modesty: For obvious reasons, there is more crotch space in menâs pants. Embrace it and enjoy a life free from cameltoe worries and spontaneous labia-wedgies when you squat down.
All ladies: I swear to god the waists in womenâs pants these days are made specifically to fit exactly nobody so that no matter what you do, your underwear will show. Menâs pants do not do this. The waists sit where theyâre supposed to and will actually lay flat against the small of your back instead of flopping open to show your unmentionables to the world. If you want hiphugger jeans, buy one leg-length too small and one waist-size too large and let them hang, and they still wonât accidentally show your undies. Menâs pants will last longer. They cost less, in a lot of cases. Embrace the menâs jeans. Buy the menâs jeans. Stop buying shitty flimsy womenâs jeans that wear out in six months.
AND FINALLY: to determine your size in menâs pants, take a tape measure around your waist at its smallest point. This is your waist size and will be the first number in a pair of menâs pants. Next, take the tape measure from about an inch below your no-no squares parts, and run it to your ankle. (You may need a friend or parent to help with this.) This is your inseam length, and will be the second number on a pair of menâs pants. Menâs and boysâ pants are tailored the same way, so if you have trouble finding your waist size in menâs, hop over to the boysâ section. Feel no shame. If theyâd give us decent fucking pants we wouldnât have to steal theirs, right?
Listen you guys, I am SO MAD ABOUT THIS. Iâve seen this first post before, and recently my mom said, âHey, did you see that post on Tumblr about shopping for jeans in the menâs department?â
And I said yeah, Iâd seen it, Iâve been through the Trying To Fit Clothes On My Stupid Body wars, and this post really only applied to skinny jeans because theyâre so stretchy. It couldnât possibly work for regular jeans! I have TRIED SO MANY TIMES. Iâve always shopped in the menâs department because womenâs clothes are like 90% bullshit and 10% fake pockets.
But I hadnât seen the second addition, which gave me more hope, and I decided to just try on a few pairs when I was at Old Navy the other day. They have some âclassicâ jeans with no give to them at all, which is what I was trying on years ago that convinced me it just wasnât possible. (Jeans in my price range didnât really come with any form of stretch back then, as I recall. Textile technology is bad-ass.) But these days they mostly have âflexâ jeans that have some give to them. (Womenâs jeans are usually labeled âstretchâ but apparently menâs have to be âflexâ like they need stretchy garments so their HUGE MUSCLES donât just TEAR THEIR CLOTHES!)
This was totally an impulse decision so I couldnât measure myself, but I grabbed a few sizes based on what I vaguely thought my measurements probably were and decided it couldnât possibly be worse than the endless cycle of regret, dissatisfaction, and recrimination that is trying on womenâs clothing.
The first pair I tried on fit like a DREAM. Iâve been gaining weight lately which is a whole separate nightmare (mainly centered around âbut I donât WANT to buy new bras, this is bullshit!â) and the reason I need to buy new jeans because nothing freaking fits me, and I was sure these wouldnât either, but DAMN. Theyâre the best pair of jeans I own. Twice as thick, pockets twice as big, legs nice and loose (they donât even sell womenâs jeans with a cut remotely similar to this), and contrary to my super dumb opinion from before this experience, theyâve got my plenty of room for all my womanly curvey bits. AND because theyâre actually a relaxed fit instead of trying to cling to every inch of me, they donât show my weight nearly as much as my womenâs jeans do, theyâre easier to move in, theyâre not constantly inching down my hips with every move I make, and overall they just make me feel GOOD about how I look which is a strange new sensation I could definitely get used to.
Itâs like a miracle. I want to cry both out of joy and because of all the shitty jeans now filling my closet when I could have been buying comfortable, relaxed, pocket-having menâs jeans all these years. Many blessings to the posters above, may your crops grow and your cows give milk and your jeans hold all the gadgets you desire.
Also: menâs pants have constant sizes that are based off of actual measurements instead of the womenâs whatever-the-company-wants-to-make-the-size sizes. Theyâre far more reliable and your size will translate to other brands.
@get-dunkd-on help me remember this for our next Goodwill run lmao
I HAVE to try some menâs jeans. Sick of these super skinny show everything always having to be hitched up no pocket crap jeans!
Honestly signal boost. Because imagine this actually starts some kind of ludicrous pants revolution that ends up causing womenâs pants fashion companyâs sales to tank, absolutely forcing them to realize menâs pants have always had the right idea and start doing that instead of this bullshit. Like just imagine. And donât just signal boost this. Tell every woman you know. Tell every trans friend and every curvy friend out there. You see a lady down the street, stop her and tell her youâve discovered a new gospel and itâs purchasing menâs pants. With the way women spread information when weâre excited, the mentioned scenario could actually be hella achievable
PRAISE THE UNIVERSE I FOUND THIS POST AGAIN
Guys. Gals. Non binary pals. As a trans ftm person who just recently started shopping in the menâs department and has gigantic hips full of dysphoria let me tell you a thing.
Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. I repeat. Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. You donât need to go to the dress pants to fit your lovely curvy self in there. Go to the regular section or big and tall if youâre a bit taller and/or wider, and thereâll be a little section of athletic style jeans. Theyâve still got the giant blessed pockets and the room in the crotch and if youâre really curvy with a large bone structure like I am you can get yourself some quality pants.
This has been an addition by your local nb trans dude. Thank you for your time.
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