coffin flop (on corncob tv)

flumph:

We as a society are ready for art of trans men that doesn’t exclusively look like Roman statues with top surgery scars

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c3rvida3:

swiftrunnerfelidae:

c3rvida3:

I think Joan of Arc’s fursona would be a dog called Joan of Bark, but my partner thinks it would be a phoenix, which seems insensitive to me, but neither of us are furries, so I guess we don’t really get a say either way.

I promise I’m not trying to be pretentious here.

Jeanne d’Arc’s last name is d’Arc.  An overly-literal translator insisted it stood for “of Arc”, and that’s why we know her as Joan of Arc.  At the time, she was more commonly known as “Jeanne la Pucelle”, meaning “Joan the Maiden” or “Joan the Virgin”.

anyways since her main attack strategy was “hit them until they stop moving” I think she’d be a gorilla.

*taking notes* What else do you know about this beautiful world?

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slimetony:

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himbofisher:

himbofisher:

let’s hear it for tinnitus

and the crowd goes eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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egberts:

everyone say thanks to the four bears that gave you autism today

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l0stvegas:

how dare you treat me like this dont you know im neurodivergent and *remembers i’m over 18* a major

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mostly-funnytwittertweets:

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catchymemes:

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strawbebbie-dyke:

strawbebbie-dyke:

Sweaty dyke sex is the new Ibuprofen

I regret to inform you all that in tragic twist of irony I pulled a muscle during the act and now need actual ibuprofen

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robuxyyyyyyyyyy:

I love wild takes that can only exist on the internet

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fluorescentbrains:

citationless behavior

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kindly-whisper-norbury:

kindly-whisper-norbury:

My 11-year-old couldn’t decide what flavor of ramen to make, so I told her to flip a coin. Heads for spicy chicken, tails for beef.

Taking my advice, she flipped a penny, and when it landed on tails she said “Wait! Wait! I did it wrong!”

I told her that she did it right, because the real reason for flipping a coin isn’t to let fate decide for you, but because when the coin is in the air, you will suddenly realize what you wanted in the first place.

I’m sure there’s a life lesson there somewhere…

But honestly, I have never known her to pass up spicy chicken.

Update: Yesterday, her brother asked her if she wanted a corn dog and she couldn’t decide, so again I told her to flip a coin. She did so, and without even looking which way it landed, she snatched the penny up and said “I want a corn dog”.

Originally posted by mrchalamet-mrstyles

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msmkcreates:

Can we normalize doing nothing, please?

I work with kids. These kids are at my program before and after school, and then some of them have sports/dance/music sometimes all of the above before they finally go home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Then rinse and repeat everyday, and games and more classes on the weekend, etc.

I’m all for extracurriculars, but this turns into the teen who is not only in the school play, but they’re on the newspaper, the football team, and seven different clubs. In college they take double the courseloads, and then once they graduate…what?

They work themselves raw because they arent used to downtime. They’ve been told they can always be doing something, and they don’t know how to relax. This turns into the adult that has anxiety because there’s nothing left to clean, the adult that desperately wants to watch that TV show but can’t force themselves to sit long enough for it.

Then they turn into the moms and dads who spend all their free time ferrying their kids to extracurriculars.

Like, these kids don’t know what downtime is? I told a kid I did nothing last weekend, and he looked at me like I was crazy. He asked what I was doing this weekend and I said “Probably sleeping, mostly,” and he actually gasped. Then he rattled off a bunch of things I could do, to which I had to stop him.

“No, you don’t understand. I plan on sleeping. I’m booked.”

“But you could–”

“Nah. I’m just gonna rest.”

It was as if I had said a bad word or something. I asked what he does when he gets sick, and he says he goes to practice anyway. I asked him what he does if he doesn’t feel like going, and he said he goes anyway. I asked when he takes time to rest, and he said when he sleeps at night.

Bring back lazy Sundays. Bring back Saturday morning cartoons. Bring back the idea of relaxing and soaking in your day before moving into the next thing. Bring back the right to breathe, the right to rest.

Bring back mental health days, and taking a break. Bring back taking a walk or watching a show or setting a timer to remind yourself to stop cleaning and relax.

If you’re running at 100% all the time with no time to recharge, then your battery is going to die spectacularly, and probably at the worst possible time.

Mood

Society is trying to burn us all out.  Tell society to fuck off.

Go take a fucking nap.  You’ve more than earned it and you deserve it.

We HAVE to recharge.  Our bodies, our minds, our everything requires it.  

My dad told me when I was young that the way to take a vacation is to work on something different and I thought, and still think, that that’s the most obscene idea anyone’s ever told me to my face.

>a wild therapist has entered the chat

I can’t tell yall how much of my practice is teaching people - teenagers and adults - to do nothing. To stop. To rest. To turn off.

Folks are so resistant. A lot of the time, people don’t think they deserve it. A lot of the time they don’t know how. A lot of the time they don’t think they’re allowed.

I only have my own experience to pull from. I spend a huge amount of my time on fucking around. Lazing. Chilling. Sloth. It drives my family CRAZY that I don’t care to push that hard. I just don’t. I never have. I love it and I prioritize it. Fuck everyone else. I used to feel bad about that and sometimes still do.

But last night I was at My Local working on catching up on my patient notes so I could have my whole weekend off to sleep late and write fics and recover from the week with nothing more pressing than laundry and the server I’ve known for a decade was like “Keep working hard, it’s what you do.”

And I said “Yeah, thanks!” Because I do work hard.

How much time I take to myself doesn’t negate the hard work I do. In fact? The amount of time I take is why I can work so hard.

Everyone around me is burning out. Everyone. A big part of why is because they don’t feel like they’re allowed to take that time.

Fuck that.

You hear me? Fuck. That.

If your space is clean of the kind of mess that will attract insects and it can wait? Let it wait. You need to rest. Because the rest is what lets you work hard.

You only have so many spoons. You will run out if you don’t let yourself take the time to replenish.

It’s not a matter of deserving. It’s a matter of necessity.

If you do not schedule maintenance, your equipment will schedule it for you.

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thickness-protection-program:

With all due disrespect anyone who thinks a full grown adult can survive off of 12$/hr in 2023 should die

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creativepromptsforwriting:

Sorry not sorry for the person I’m becoming when I have a new idea for a story. Those ideas need my attention right now. I will be gone to another universe that you will probably never see on paper.

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