how do you tell your bf hes not treating you well
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We’ve only been at this #SaveWarriorNun war for only 3 weeks when it feels like an eternity…
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THERE IS NO WAY THAT POST HAS 3K ALREADY I JUST SENT THAT TO U ON A WHIM 😭
ryo i am losing it we may accidentally become tumblr famous
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The Battle of the Marshmallows
Dust clears as the camera pans over a destroyed field, Owl, seen dust and soot covered, looks to the camera. Owl: It is day two of the Great Marshmallow War, dubbed the Battle of Epic Proportions by Nerd as tensions rise, the Toasted ones are quiet. The camera pans across the field where trenches had been dug out. The scenes change with Owl voicing over, the trenches are small, and few people are seen: the Toasted have fewer numbers than their foes, but they prove to be a valiant foe against the Burnt ones. Here is Nerd, who seems to be the leader of the fight.
The camera shows a shadowed figure sitting by a campfire, warming up what appear to be bullets made of toasted marshmallows. Owl continues with the voice over: Marshmallow bullets, formed from sugar, and hardened in the fire to a golden brown. They are duller than the competing ‘burned’ bullets which use the fire to completely harden the marshmallow, unfortunately it makes it more brittle, but packs a bigger punch. Another shadowy figure walks up to the shadow known as “Nerd.” They carry two smaller figures, who once set down immediately run to Nerd, grabbing the burned bullets. From the shadows Linda approaches, a sniper rifle held in her hand.
Linda: They are setting up the cannons. Fred is stocking ammunition. A boom is heard and the camera shakes. Changing scenes to the other side of the field. The Burnt ones. Trenches lit with fire, they walk on warm coals. Owl’s voice over continues.
Owl: The Burnt ones, larger in numbers, having the advantage of having the famous Spartan John-117. They are louder, and send off routine cannon firing, a display of power. As if on cue, a cannon is shot, the flaming ball of burned marshmallows shooting high into the air before exploding into a flare of flames. A shadowy wolf howls and pushes another flaming coal into the side of the trench. Kelly drops down from the top of the trench, and wacks John on the shoulder. There is no reason for it, and the situation dissolves as John and Kelly start yelling at one another. The camera switches back to Owl, who narrowly sidesteps a fallen chunk of flaming marshmallows: Mediation efforts continue as Samuel-034 tries to calm the sides. Camera changes to the lone tree, barely standing in the destroyed field. A tattered “flag” of white is tied to the branches. The Spartan is seen sitting in the tree, reading a book. A close up reveals the title “How to get your children to stop fighting” The camera pans back to Owl as another boom shakes the ground. A flying chunk of what was a cannonball hits the camera, knocking it off of its stand. The screen goes dark.
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Ehhhh, not sure if I like it or not but…
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The Sims 4 is a digital disaster....
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dumb anon if ur out there pls help me and @comphyjost come up with call signs if we were pilots from top gun
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lads. LADS.
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I hate that my agonies are stuff like "I have been educating myself on how the economy works and now I'm gripped by an inescapable anxiety that within my lifetime everything is going to crumble and there's nothing I can do to stop it"
And then my pleasures are just like "The sunset was really nice today :)"
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From one mikeyway url to another what the hell is in mikeyway to make him Like That to everyone
oh bestie i wish i knew shsjfkskfk but given that this man was responsible for like half of fall out boy's discography being written from 2005 onward i can't say im surprised we're still like this in 2022
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✨ struggling ✨
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on my knees begging you to please look up “squick” if you don’t know it and help bring it back to fandom space by using it. it’s a valuable word we’re missing that through normalizing could solve some of the more prevalent communication issues.
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Sooo it’s really been 4 months since Warrior Nun Season 2 dropped…
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the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.
sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.
you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.
it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.
but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.
they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.
they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.
barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.
and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.
but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.
they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!
this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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