17. American. White. AFAB Genderfluid. Bi. Witch. Devotee to Kali. I post whatever I want, if you like it you're welcome to stay, if not you're welcome to leave.
0% Walking to my toilet, brb.
15% Uh.
30% You’re kinda cute, I guess.
45% Awh.
50% Small crush, nbd.
65% Ok more of a crush, nbd ; I still need to get to know you.
80% I really want to talk to you…
95% Me, you, bed.
100% Will you be mine?
DO IT.
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sometimes my twelve year old little sister will go on club penguin and trick a bunch of girls that she’s a guy and she’ll make them think they’re dating and then she’ll have them all meet her in the same place at the same time and watch them get into catfights about who’s boyfriend she is and thats how my little sister became a cross-dressing evil mastermind pimp on club penguin
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i just saw a post like “kids these days dont even know what a vhs is” like why do people think kids of modern day dont know about past events like i know what fucking morse code is but i dont use it to order a pizza
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Just saw someone saying Tris didn’t suffer enough and should “stop whining”.
True, her family didn’t die, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t suffer. No, they didn’t die—they told her she was crazy and useless and unloved and kept handing her off to others because they didn’t want to deal with her problems.
Just because death wasn’t involved doesn’t mean her past is somehow less painful than the others. Tell that to the kids who read this series who actually have felt like that, who have been rejected and beat down so many times that they feel completely unloved, who lash out in anger at their circumstances only to make things worse, who were told that they were crazy instead of having someone actually try to help them.
That’s why Tris’s Book is so important. She finally has found a place where she’s accepted and loved and she’s finally healing from all of the damage that her family did to her—because yes, that was severely damaging. It’s called emotional and mental abuse. Look it up.—and now she has to defend that place and her new family from harm.
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This protection ritual literally requires no supplies that you don’t have—unless you don’t have a door. (And, you know, the back part of my house used to be made of cardboard—so it’s possible.) Perform the ritual at each of the outside doors in your house, one door at a time.
- Open and close your door three times. Say: “This door opens to let out the bad and let in the good, and closes to protect my house and family from harm. For what gets past my wards, this door will be another obstacle. Let nothing enter without permission, and let unwelcome guest know when it’s time to move on. From the doors to the windows, from the hearth to the walls; this house is my own, and I am at no one’s mercy.”
- Turn each of the locks on each door three times. As you do so, say: “As this lock turns, let it strengthen my wards ans serve to protect my home and family. Let it stop intruders—human, non-human, and once-human—who would enter without my permission. From the locks to the chimney, from the bricks to the studs; this house is my own, and I am at no one’s mercy.”
- This protection should become stronger every time you close and lock your doors. (I continue to do each three times every night.) But, if you feel like the ritual has fizzled out, it’s easily repeated.
A homosexual version of The Birds & the Bees titled “The Triceratops and The Tricerabottoms”
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Whimsical wooden spoons by Terry Widner. You can purchase his work at his Spoontaneous Etsy store.
The Tick’s war cry never looked so cool!
So when I was in college, my art teacher was telling us the importance of function over form and he said “You can’t have a spoon and make it look like a snake. It has to look like a spoon to be a spoon.” This is for you, Scott. May you be proven wrong gracefully and often.
Reasons I grab my boobs
- running upstairs
- running downstairs
- running
- stoked on life
- scared
- walking through my house in the dark
- bored
- boobs
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It’s a form of violence in the way that we look at women and the way we expect them to look and be for what sake? Not for health, survival, not for enjoyment of life, but just so you could look pretty,
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With mates like that plant, I don’t need constables,” he mumbled. Something cool poured into the old wounds and up his arm. Scented with turning leaves and wet stone, it was the thing he’d smelled in her shop the day they’d worked on the shakkan. Looking into her face, he saw the glint of green and gold in her eyes and felt the pull of life that flowed through her stocky frame: the kind of power that could sink tendrils into rock and split it open, given time. “Magic?” he whispered.
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