millenniumlesbian:

I fucking love yugioh’s transition from horror to shonen genuinely 

“hey so what’s the plot of your manga” “a young boy obtains a cursed ancient artifact and becomes possessed by the spirit of a vengeful lich king who begins to enact vicious, often rigged death games on those who are cruel or dishonest, raining bloody, karmic revenge across the city” “oh sick what happens next” “well then he gets really into magic the gathering and they do that for the next 40 volumes”

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dukeofankh:

accelerationist-king-piccolo:

In addition to being pastors, my parents were both also professional teachers. My mom has a master’s in education.

I still wish I wasn’t homeschooled.

Like, I run into folks now who get super excited when I tell them I was homeschooled because they’re thinking about homeschooling if they ever have a kid and want intel, and they get super grumpy and dismissive and defensive when I tell them how absolutely debilitating it was socially, and that it really wasn’t worth it just to be a year ahead in math.

And part of that is this sense that homeschooling is an opportunity for you to customize your child. It’s usually an extension of a broader fantasy that that’s what parenthood is about. That you can minmax your child’s stats and construct the perfect build, and the only reason everyone’s all screwed up is just that nobody sat down and really micromanaged their child’s education enough. Other teachers (and peers, for that matter) might steer them in directions you don’t want.

Even when done well, homeschooling is about removing those outside influences so you can control their environment and prioritize your own goals for them. It’s a magnet for people with narcissism and control issues as a result, it’s a magnet for fundamentalists, but it’s also a magnet for idealists. Sometimes it even works out great, hell, there are people who for accessibility reasons will likely be taught far better at home. But that’s more a “lesser of two evils” situation.

One person cannot be smarter in every single subject than every single teacher that the kid would ever have. They can’t singlehandedly replace the socialization, the networking, the mentorship, and the life experiences. And to think that they can borders on megalomania.

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apolloendymion:

apolloendymion:

apolloendymion:

tbh it doesn’t rly hurt teenagers to incorrectly id as ace like… what’s the worst than could happen? they don’t have sex till they’re older?? lol

“ohh but it’ll take them longer to realize they’re actually gay” i know my experiences aren’t universal but like. if i wasn’t ready to face my lesbianism then i was Not Ready, you could’ve eliminated every other label in existence and i still wouldn’t have accepted it. if anything, the ability to try out different labels helped me learn about myself, explore the community, and accept that maybe not being straight wasn’t so bad.

also lots of people identify as bi before realizing they are gay, lots of people identify as gay before realizing they’re bi, lots of people identify as gay before realizing they’re trans, etc etc etc!!! exploring and getting it wrong is a necessary part of the process!!! why is it so different for aroace identities?????

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creamypancakebatter:

compassionatereminders:

It’s a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won’t be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It’s a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It’s a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don’t aim so high that you won’t be hitting anything!

this is actually really helpful and affirming thanks

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badjokesbyjeff:

A blonde walks in a bank to get a loan. “I need to borrow $100 for a month,” she says. 

The banker frowns, but takes her information anyway. He runs her credit but can’t find a report. “I’m sorry,” he says, “but in the absence of a credit record, we’ll have to charge 20% interest on the loan, and you’ll need to put up collateral.

“What does that mean?” the blonde says.

“It means,” the banker says, “you’ll have to repay us $120, and you’ll need to give us something more valuable to hold onto until you pay us back.”

“Something more valuable?” The blonde says. “How about my Ferrari?”

The banker nearly snorts his coffee all over his desk, but he prides himself on customer service so he soldiers on. He runs the title on the Ferrari and what do you know, the blonde owns it free and clear. “Okay, he says, “I’ll print out the papers.”

“Just so I understand,” the blonde says, “I give you my Ferrari and you give me a hundred dollars, right? And then in a month, I give you $120 and you give me my Ferrari back?”

“Yes,” the banker says, “that’s the deal.”

She signs the paperwork and hands him the keys. He counts out $100 for her and watches her saunter out the door.

A month to the day later, he’s sitting at his desk when the blonde saunters back in. She hands him $120 and says “I get my car back, right?”

“Yep, he says as he hands her the keys. She turns to go but he stops her. “Miss, I really have to ask, why did you use a $140,000 car as collateral on a $100 loan?”

“Oh!” The blonde says. “I got called out of town unexpectedly on business. How else can I park a Ferrari for a month in Manhattan for only $20?”

teaboot:

On of the less intuitive things about love, I’ve found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.

I didn’t realize it until recently, but I’ve always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.

It’s only as an adult, now, that I’m beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.

I cut my friend’s hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over “bothering me” and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.

My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.

Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn’t have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We’re getting together for a visit next week.

It’s hard to need things, if you’ve trained yourself not to. It’s hard to want things, when you don’t know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don’t know where I’d be without the people who rely on me.

I’ve heard a lot of people say, “Nobody will love you unless you love yourself”. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about it. It’s not right, but it’s not wrong, either, I think.

“Nobody will love you unless you love yourself”… I’ve always taken that to mean, “You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person”.

Now, I think it’s sort of inside-out.

“Nobody will love you unless you love yourself”… because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.

Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.

It’s not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It’s giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It’s giving someone the security of being part of someone’s life.

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swinging-from-my-cable:

guerrillatech:

How is it is supposed to work: your emotions are a response to your situation and surroundings. It is OK to feel the emotion. Now take that emotion and use your logical brain to decide which parts of the emotion fit the facts of the situation and which do not and why, and how you’re going to respond to said emotions (which is what tweet said, and what therapists say)

How people seem to interpret it: any emotional reaction is perfectly fine and I am not responsible for what I do out of emotion.

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theminecraftbee:

you ever accidentally create a recurring theme in your writing. you start putting together an outline for something you’ve never written before and get partway through planning, rearrange the pieces, and go “GODDAMMIT THIS IS ABOUT GRIEF AGAIN”? because let me tell you,

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woolen-feathers:

feministism:

@nunyo-bizznez with the truest tags I’ve ever seen

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llovely:

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here’s a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

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