Tag: random stuff

crazy-pages:

songersingwriterr:

pr1nceshawn:

Why You Should Always Wear Your Helmet.

PSA: never put stickers on your helmets (unless you have checked with the manufacturer) because the adhesive can weaken the structure!

One day my health teacher in middle school just like … didn’t show up for class. And so of course we were all “oh if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave”, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it. 

His helmet had this odd discolored patch on it. Like, white against white, but … weird? It’s then that I realized his helmet didn’t have a discolored patch, it had a patch missing. A big chunk of his helmet had just been shaved away, the curve of the helmet gone and sanded flat by whatever it had been scraped against. And running through that patch, from one side of the helmet to the other, was this big crack, like the whole helmet had split like an eggshell. 

Our teacher took a couple deep panting breaths and then told our class: “And this,” he took another deep breath, “is why you always wear your helmet”. 

And that’s the story of how an entire class of middle school students took helmet-wearing very seriously for the rest of their lives. 

Source: pr1nceshawn

Care to debate abortion?

kiwianaroha:

prochoice-or-gtfo:

motherbychoice:

Nah

Mood.
-V

This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was. 

Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”

 All conversation died.

I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.

The Devil’s Advocate was among us.

And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.

So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away. 

Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken – as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.

tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.

coldhillside:

andhumanslovedstories:

andhumanslovedstories:

sometimes you want hurt/comfort fic for that good secondhand warmth of pain being tended to with love and sometimes honestly you just want to hit your favorite character with a car and then request a sequel where that car gets thrown in reverse

me, pointing at a particularly choice character: hurt them. make their friends watch helpless and forced to pretend they don’t care

God and his angels: why

me, lounging in bed monching on a popsicle as the author describes a character undergoing trauma that we just don’t have the word count to adequately heal: the theory of catharsis and also I love them. stab them a twelfth time, please

#its the subject of my thesis ‘i know this sounds like a kink and actual it just might be: an analysis of my ao3 history’

takuahijackedthetardis:

scaliefox:

furlockhound:

lizzyangelic:

“You’re too old for that.”

Is really a shitty concept. You’re too old for everything. Cartoons, sleepovers, candy, etc. Basically, you’re too old for fun. You shouldn’t be too old for fun ever in your life. If you want to watch cartoons, do it! If you want to have sleepovers, do it! 

CS Lewis famously said that the intrusive desire to appear grown up all costs was in of itself a childish trait that secure adults should’ve grown out of it.

He worded it that “When I was young I hid my love of fairy tails for fear of ridicule, now that I’m 50 I read them openly”

All this is true.

The intrusive desire to appear “mature” is a major insecurity in and of itself and the sooner we learn hobbies have no age limit that get’s you thrown out for hitting it, the better.

You’re an adult, do whatever tf makes you happy, who cares what other people think.

randomslasher:

dogbearinggifts:

bob-belcher:

Coco (2017) dir. Lee Unkrich

You know what I love about this scene?

Miguel is right. The first time I watched it, I expected a later scene where Miguel was proven wrong or shown the error of his ways—one where it’s firmly established that adults might make rules that don’t make sense, but they have their reasons and it’s best to abide by their wishes.

But no. That doesn’t happen. Instead, we see that Imelda’s insistence on the music ban, and her refusal to reconsider, indirectly (or perhaps directly) land Miguel in even greater danger, as he wouldn’t have gone after de la Cruz were it not for Imelda insisting he give up music forever. The happy ending comes not when Miguel agrees to give up music to please his family, but when he defies the ban to save Héctor and restore Mama Coco’s memories.

I can’t tell you how many kid’s movies I’ve seen that would have taken “Family comes first” to mean “The adults’ wishes are paramount even if they’re unreasonable.” It would have been so easy to have Miguel simply go along with what Imelda wanted, but Pixar instead gave us a story where a child’s decision to contest an unfair rule is what eventually restores a broken family.

Even reading about this movie makes me tear up

Source: bob-belcher