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        sirrah1940:

profeminist:

profeminist:

chemicallywrit:

kaylapocalypse:

historicaltimes:


ā€œCrazy Dionā€ Diamond at one of his sit-ins as a teenager in Arlington, VA. June 10, 1960 via reddit


All of those people around him are demons

hey guys! hereā€™s some fun things i learned from this article about Dion Diamond:
he did these sit-ins by himself. like idk about you, but i always thought of sit-ins as organized by groups, what kind of bravery does it take, man
he didnā€™t tell anyone about it, like he was no glory-seeker about this. his parents didnā€™t even know until reporters started calling them up like ā€œhey, did you know your son is in jail?
when someone called the cops heā€™d skedaddle out the back door although he was sent to prison multiple times
the last time he got arrested was in Baton Rouge, and the cops were so sick of him that they told inmates theyā€™d put in a good word for anyone who gave Diamond a hard time. (the inmates didnā€™t take the bait.)
heā€™s still alive!
hark, a hero of our times!




That is unbelievable courage! 
: sirrah1940:

profeminist:

profeminist:

chemicallywrit:

kaylapocalypse:

historicaltimes:


ā€œCrazy Dionā€ Diamond at one of his sit-ins as a teenager in Arlington, VA. June 10, 1960 via reddit


All of those people around him are demons

hey guys! hereā€™s some fun things i learned from this article about Dion Diamond:
he did these sit-ins by himself. like idk about you, but i always thought of sit-ins as organized by groups, what kind of bravery does it take, man
he didnā€™t tell anyone about it, like he was no glory-seeker about this. his parents didnā€™t even know until reporters started calling them up like ā€œhey, did you know your son is in jail?
when someone called the cops heā€™d skedaddle out the back door although he was sent to prison multiple times
the last time he got arrested was in Baton Rouge, and the cops were so sick of him that they told inmates theyā€™d put in a good word for anyone who gave Diamond a hard time. (the inmates didnā€™t take the bait.)
heā€™s still alive!
hark, a hero of our times!




That is unbelievable courage! 

        

            
            

                
                
                    sirrah1940:

profeminist:

profeminist:

chemicallywrit:

kaylapocalypse:

historicaltimes:


ā€œCrazy Dionā€ Diamond at one of his sit-ins as a teenager in Arlington, VA. June 10, 1960 via reddit


All of those people around him are demons

hey guys! hereā€™s some fun things i learned from this article about Dion Diamond:
he did these sit-ins by himself. like idk about you, but i always thought of sit-ins as organized by groups, what kind of bravery does it take, man
he didnā€™t tell anyone about it, like he was no glory-seeker about this. his parents didnā€™t even know until reporters started calling them up like ā€œhey, did you know your son is in jail?
when someone called the cops heā€™d skedaddle out the back door although he was sent to prison multiple times
the last time he got arrested was in Baton Rouge, and the cops were so sick of him that they told inmates theyā€™d put in a good word for anyone who gave Diamond a hard time. (the inmates didnā€™t take the bait.)
heā€™s still alive!
hark, a hero of our times!




That is unbelievable courage! 
: sirrah1940:

profeminist:

profeminist:

chemicallywrit:

kaylapocalypse:

historicaltimes:


ā€œCrazy Dionā€ Diamond at one of his sit-ins as a teenager in Arlington, VA. June 10, 1960 via reddit


All of those people around him are demons

hey guys! hereā€™s some fun things i learned from this article about Dion Diamond:
he did these sit-ins by himself. like idk about you, but i always thought of sit-ins as organized by groups, what kind of bravery does it take, man
he didnā€™t tell anyone about it, like he was no glory-seeker about this. his parents didnā€™t even know until reporters started calling them up like ā€œhey, did you know your son is in jail?
when someone called the cops heā€™d skedaddle out the back door although he was sent to prison multiple times
the last time he got arrested was in Baton Rouge, and the cops were so sick of him that they told inmates theyā€™d put in a good word for anyone who gave Diamond a hard time. (the inmates didnā€™t take the bait.)
heā€™s still alive!
hark, a hero of our times!




That is unbelievable courage! 

                    
                
            

            
                
                
sirrah1940:

profeminist:

profeminist:

chemicallywrit:

kaylapocalypse:

historicaltimes:


ā€œCrazy Dionā€ Diamond at one of his sit-ins...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        what-even-is-thiss:

bobcatdump:

jaskiegg:

mellomaia:

aphony-cree:

beyoncescock:

gahdamnpunk:

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making


THANK YOU

Iā€™ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and ā€œrespect for other peopleā€™s things.ā€ If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always sayĀ ā€œI bought them that toyā€ orĀ ā€œmy sister gave that to them.ā€
The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner
If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents 
People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. Itā€™s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your childā€™s belongings

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but hereā€™s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because Iā€™d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didnā€™t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.
When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldnā€™t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someoneā€™s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, ā€œOh, my bad,ā€ and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someoneā€™s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. 
I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.



God Iā€™ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

ā€œI say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.ā€YES this



The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. 
A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandmaā€™s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: ā€œAre you hurt?ā€ and when I apologized profusely she said ā€œIā€™m just glad you werenā€™t hurt.ā€
I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dadā€™s first response was ā€œDid you get cut?ā€ the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.
Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest ā€œpunishmentā€ from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.
My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friendsā€™ parents still got mad.
To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didnā€™t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of ā€œIā€™m glad youā€™re safe and I want to help you learn from this.ā€ And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.
Itā€™s likeā€¦ we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely. 
: what-even-is-thiss:

bobcatdump:

jaskiegg:

mellomaia:

aphony-cree:

beyoncescock:

gahdamnpunk:

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making


THANK YOU

Iā€™ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and ā€œrespect for other peopleā€™s things.ā€ If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always sayĀ ā€œI bought them that toyā€ orĀ ā€œmy sister gave that to them.ā€
The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner
If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents 
People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. Itā€™s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your childā€™s belongings

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but hereā€™s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because Iā€™d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didnā€™t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.
When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldnā€™t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someoneā€™s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, ā€œOh, my bad,ā€ and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someoneā€™s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. 
I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.



God Iā€™ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

ā€œI say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.ā€YES this



The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. 
A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandmaā€™s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: ā€œAre you hurt?ā€ and when I apologized profusely she said ā€œIā€™m just glad you werenā€™t hurt.ā€
I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dadā€™s first response was ā€œDid you get cut?ā€ the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.
Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest ā€œpunishmentā€ from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.
My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friendsā€™ parents still got mad.
To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didnā€™t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of ā€œIā€™m glad youā€™re safe and I want to help you learn from this.ā€ And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.
Itā€™s likeā€¦ we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    what-even-is-thiss:

bobcatdump:

jaskiegg:

mellomaia:

aphony-cree:

beyoncescock:

gahdamnpunk:

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making


THANK YOU

Iā€™ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and ā€œrespect for other peopleā€™s things.ā€ If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always sayĀ ā€œI bought them that toyā€ orĀ ā€œmy sister gave that to them.ā€
The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner
If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents 
People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. Itā€™s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your childā€™s belongings

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but hereā€™s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because Iā€™d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didnā€™t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.
When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldnā€™t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someoneā€™s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, ā€œOh, my bad,ā€ and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someoneā€™s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. 
I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.



God Iā€™ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

ā€œI say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.ā€YES this



The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. 
A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandmaā€™s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: ā€œAre you hurt?ā€ and when I apologized profusely she said ā€œIā€™m just glad you werenā€™t hurt.ā€
I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dadā€™s first response was ā€œDid you get cut?ā€ the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.
Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest ā€œpunishmentā€ from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.
My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friendsā€™ parents still got mad.
To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didnā€™t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of ā€œIā€™m glad youā€™re safe and I want to help you learn from this.ā€ And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.
Itā€™s likeā€¦ we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely. 
: what-even-is-thiss:

bobcatdump:

jaskiegg:

mellomaia:

aphony-cree:

beyoncescock:

gahdamnpunk:

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making


THANK YOU

Iā€™ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and ā€œrespect for other peopleā€™s things.ā€ If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always sayĀ ā€œI bought them that toyā€ orĀ ā€œmy sister gave that to them.ā€
The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner
If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents 
People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. Itā€™s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your childā€™s belongings

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but hereā€™s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because Iā€™d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didnā€™t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.
When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldnā€™t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someoneā€™s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, ā€œOh, my bad,ā€ and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someoneā€™s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. 
I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.



God Iā€™ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

ā€œI say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.ā€YES this



The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. 
A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandmaā€™s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: ā€œAre you hurt?ā€ and when I apologized profusely she said ā€œIā€™m just glad you werenā€™t hurt.ā€
I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dadā€™s first response was ā€œDid you get cut?ā€ the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.
Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest ā€œpunishmentā€ from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.
My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friendsā€™ parents still got mad.
To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didnā€™t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of ā€œIā€™m glad youā€™re safe and I want to help you learn from this.ā€ And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.
Itā€™s likeā€¦ we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely. 

                    
                
            

            
                
                
what-even-is-thiss:

bobcatdump:

jaskiegg:

mellomaia:

aphony-cree:

beyoncescock:

gahdamnpunk:

Honestly!!! This is just psychologica...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        dreamsofamadman:

somethingaboutdelia:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. Itā€™s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.
Since the text is a bit small and I couldnā€™t find a larger copy, hereā€™s what the small blurb says:
A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensenā€™s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (thatā€™s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and itā€™s more respectful of Christineā€™s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans personā€™s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. šŸ˜Ž

Itā€™s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time.Ā ā€œLook at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!ā€You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.
: dreamsofamadman:

somethingaboutdelia:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. Itā€™s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.
Since the text is a bit small and I couldnā€™t find a larger copy, hereā€™s what the small blurb says:
A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensenā€™s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (thatā€™s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and itā€™s more respectful of Christineā€™s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans personā€™s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. šŸ˜Ž

Itā€™s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time.Ā ā€œLook at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!ā€You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.

        

            
            

                
                
                    dreamsofamadman:

somethingaboutdelia:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. Itā€™s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.
Since the text is a bit small and I couldnā€™t find a larger copy, hereā€™s what the small blurb says:
A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensenā€™s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (thatā€™s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and itā€™s more respectful of Christineā€™s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans personā€™s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. šŸ˜Ž

Itā€™s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time.Ā ā€œLook at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!ā€You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.
: dreamsofamadman:

somethingaboutdelia:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. Itā€™s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.
Since the text is a bit small and I couldnā€™t find a larger copy, hereā€™s what the small blurb says:
A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensenā€™s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (thatā€™s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and itā€™s more respectful of Christineā€™s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans personā€™s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. šŸ˜Ž

Itā€™s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time.Ā ā€œLook at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!ā€You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.

                    
                
            

            
                
                
dreamsofamadman:

somethingaboutdelia:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. Itā€™s a front-page article fro...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        lost-carcosa:

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dr-donogood:

yololiver:


serialreblogger:

werewolfchaos:

wakka66:

Okay, can I just talk about this comic series for a second? This has got to be the most hilarious comic series I have ever seen. This is AJ & Magnus, a Calvin and Hobbes inspired comic series about an adopted kid, his talking dog, and his 2 gay parents. The humor is really good, very quick and to the point. This series is beautiful, please, give them your love!

zangiefĀ one of his dads isĀ zangief

reblogging bc i got really into AJ & Magnus thanks to this post



Reblogging to make sure thereā€™s some Aunt Roz love!



I love thisā€¦.so much-



Everything about this comic series gives me life
like, 
The aunt is not only trans m to f
THEY DID A SAILOR MOON FUCKING POSE
And not to mention the chaotic duo of the two dads
And that bully just got fucking OWNED.
Absolutely fucking amazing

https://www.gocomics.com/aj-and-magnus: lost-carcosa:

ask-a-countryhumans-fan:

dr-donogood:

yololiver:


serialreblogger:

werewolfchaos:

wakka66:

Okay, can I just talk about this comic series for a second? This has got to be the most hilarious comic series I have ever seen. This is AJ & Magnus, a Calvin and Hobbes inspired comic series about an adopted kid, his talking dog, and his 2 gay parents. The humor is really good, very quick and to the point. This series is beautiful, please, give them your love!

zangiefĀ one of his dads isĀ zangief

reblogging bc i got really into AJ & Magnus thanks to this post



Reblogging to make sure thereā€™s some Aunt Roz love!



I love thisā€¦.so much-



Everything about this comic series gives me life
like, 
The aunt is not only trans m to f
THEY DID A SAILOR MOON FUCKING POSE
And not to mention the chaotic duo of the two dads
And that bully just got fucking OWNED.
Absolutely fucking amazing

https://www.gocomics.com/aj-and-magnus
        

            
            

                
                
                    lost-carcosa:

ask-a-countryhumans-fan:

dr-donogood:

yololiver:


serialreblogger:

werewolfchaos:

wakka66:

Okay, can I just talk about this comic series for a second? This has got to be the most hilarious comic series I have ever seen. This is AJ & Magnus, a Calvin and Hobbes inspired comic series about an adopted kid, his talking dog, and his 2 gay parents. The humor is really good, very quick and to the point. This series is beautiful, please, give them your love!

zangiefĀ one of his dads isĀ zangief

reblogging bc i got really into AJ & Magnus thanks to this post



Reblogging to make sure thereā€™s some Aunt Roz love!



I love thisā€¦.so much-



Everything about this comic series gives me life
like, 
The aunt is not only trans m to f
THEY DID A SAILOR MOON FUCKING POSE
And not to mention the chaotic duo of the two dads
And that bully just got fucking OWNED.
Absolutely fucking amazing

https://www.gocomics.com/aj-and-magnus: lost-carcosa:

ask-a-countryhumans-fan:

dr-donogood:

yololiver:


serialreblogger:

werewolfchaos:

wakka66:

Okay, can I just talk about this comic series for a second? This has got to be the most hilarious comic series I have ever seen. This is AJ & Magnus, a Calvin and Hobbes inspired comic series about an adopted kid, his talking dog, and his 2 gay parents. The humor is really good, very quick and to the point. This series is beautiful, please, give them your love!

zangiefĀ one of his dads isĀ zangief

reblogging bc i got really into AJ & Magnus thanks to this post



Reblogging to make sure thereā€™s some Aunt Roz love!



I love thisā€¦.so much-



Everything about this comic series gives me life
like, 
The aunt is not only trans m to f
THEY DID A SAILOR MOON FUCKING POSE
And not to mention the chaotic duo of the two dads
And that bully just got fucking OWNED.
Absolutely fucking amazing

https://www.gocomics.com/aj-and-magnus
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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(photo via princessmisery)

This is a great idea!

this is really cool. Kids hate the big plastic keys cos theyā€™re not interesting, they wanna see the things the grownups use all the time

I kinda want one of these.

DUDE. itā€™s a giant fucking stim board! GENIUS.

This is brilliantĀ 

Shit, I might make one of these for myself

^^


This is extremely devopmentally appropriate and smart




Hey! They had a thing like this at my preschool, because not only is it a great entertainment center, its also a great tool for teaching toddlers fine motor skills.We also had a board with the fronts of shirts, jackets etc cut out and mounted so we could fool around with and learn how to use buttons, zippers, velcro etc, which meant I was dressing myself pretty early. We also had leftover keyboards, computer mice (sans cables) and a mix and match board of connector cables (bolted down and too short to strangle ourselves with) because I lived in silicon valley in the early 90ā€™s when the tech boom was happening and parents would donate computer stuff for us to fuck around with.Im looking at those gate locks up there and thatā€™s a bit of a bespoke parenting- Dad does run the risk of teaching this toddler how to escape a gated area like the yard, but if the kid isnā€™t prone to wandering, itā€™s a good safety thing for him to learn.Some other things to put on a fine motor skills stimboard: doorknobs and handles, switches and buttons (esp of you can wire them up to do something- kids learn patterns way earlier than you might think), window locks and cranks, assorted textures like carpet, fabrics, those reversible sequins, pebbles, sandpaper etc, the tops of jars with different kinds of lids top open and close, and (if you can stand it) anything that makes noises.But pretty much anything that can be fiddled with, changed by touching and is safe to nom on is a good thing.An additional caveat, from my own youth: if the fine motor boards are down at toddler height, dogs, cats, most pet birds and some reptiles will also play with and learn to manipulate these things.  Which is also good mental stimulation for them but you can give your animals interesting ideas about what is ok to handle and teach them skills you might not want them to know.: gallusrostromegalus:

huggablekaiju:

aughtomaton:

banyanyabread:

elionking:

rootbeergoddess:

voidbat:

callmebliss:

rikodeine:

ajax-daughter-of-telamon:

tastefullyoffensive:

(photo via princessmisery)

This is a great idea!

this is really cool. Kids hate the big plastic keys cos theyā€™re not interesting, they wanna see the things the grownups use all the time

I kinda want one of these.

DUDE. itā€™s a giant fucking stim board! GENIUS.

This is brilliantĀ 

Shit, I might make one of these for myself

^^


This is extremely devopmentally appropriate and smart




Hey! They had a thing like this at my preschool, because not only is it a great entertainment center, its also a great tool for teaching toddlers fine motor skills.We also had a board with the fronts of shirts, jackets etc cut out and mounted so we could fool around with and learn how to use buttons, zippers, velcro etc, which meant I was dressing myself pretty early. We also had leftover keyboards, computer mice (sans cables) and a mix and match board of connector cables (bolted down and too short to strangle ourselves with) because I lived in silicon valley in the early 90ā€™s when the tech boom was happening and parents would donate computer stuff for us to fuck around with.Im looking at those gate locks up there and thatā€™s a bit of a bespoke parenting- Dad does run the risk of teaching this toddler how to escape a gated area like the yard, but if the kid isnā€™t prone to wandering, itā€™s a good safety thing for him to learn.Some other things to put on a fine motor skills stimboard: doorknobs and handles, switches and buttons (esp of you can wire them up to do something- kids learn patterns way earlier than you might think), window locks and cranks, assorted textures like carpet, fabrics, those reversible sequins, pebbles, sandpaper etc, the tops of jars with different kinds of lids top open and close, and (if you can stand it) anything that makes noises.But pretty much anything that can be fiddled with, changed by touching and is safe to nom on is a good thing.An additional caveat, from my own youth: if the fine motor boards are down at toddler height, dogs, cats, most pet birds and some reptiles will also play with and learn to manipulate these things.  Which is also good mental stimulation for them but you can give your animals interesting ideas about what is ok to handle and teach them skills you might not want them to know.
        

            
            

                
                
                    gallusrostromegalus:

huggablekaiju:

aughtomaton:

banyanyabread:

elionking:

rootbeergoddess:

voidbat:

callmebliss:

rikodeine:

ajax-daughter-of-telamon:

tastefullyoffensive:

(photo via princessmisery)

This is a great idea!

this is really cool. Kids hate the big plastic keys cos theyā€™re not interesting, they wanna see the things the grownups use all the time

I kinda want one of these.

DUDE. itā€™s a giant fucking stim board! GENIUS.

This is brilliantĀ 

Shit, I might make one of these for myself

^^


This is extremely devopmentally appropriate and smart




Hey! They had a thing like this at my preschool, because not only is it a great entertainment center, its also a great tool for teaching toddlers fine motor skills.We also had a board with the fronts of shirts, jackets etc cut out and mounted so we could fool around with and learn how to use buttons, zippers, velcro etc, which meant I was dressing myself pretty early. We also had leftover keyboards, computer mice (sans cables) and a mix and match board of connector cables (bolted down and too short to strangle ourselves with) because I lived in silicon valley in the early 90ā€™s when the tech boom was happening and parents would donate computer stuff for us to fuck around with.Im looking at those gate locks up there and thatā€™s a bit of a bespoke parenting- Dad does run the risk of teaching this toddler how to escape a gated area like the yard, but if the kid isnā€™t prone to wandering, itā€™s a good safety thing for him to learn.Some other things to put on a fine motor skills stimboard: doorknobs and handles, switches and buttons (esp of you can wire them up to do something- kids learn patterns way earlier than you might think), window locks and cranks, assorted textures like carpet, fabrics, those reversible sequins, pebbles, sandpaper etc, the tops of jars with different kinds of lids top open and close, and (if you can stand it) anything that makes noises.But pretty much anything that can be fiddled with, changed by touching and is safe to nom on is a good thing.An additional caveat, from my own youth: if the fine motor boards are down at toddler height, dogs, cats, most pet birds and some reptiles will also play with and learn to manipulate these things.  Which is also good mental stimulation for them but you can give your animals interesting ideas about what is ok to handle and teach them skills you might not want them to know.: gallusrostromegalus:

huggablekaiju:

aughtomaton:

banyanyabread:

elionking:

rootbeergoddess:

voidbat:

callmebliss:

rikodeine:

ajax-daughter-of-telamon:

tastefullyoffensive:

(photo via princessmisery)

This is a great idea!

this is really cool. Kids hate the big plastic keys cos theyā€™re not interesting, they wanna see the things the grownups use all the time

I kinda want one of these.

DUDE. itā€™s a giant fucking stim board! GENIUS.

This is brilliantĀ 

Shit, I might make one of these for myself

^^


This is extremely devopmentally appropriate and smart




Hey! They had a thing like this at my preschool, because not only is it a great entertainment center, its also a great tool for teaching toddlers fine motor skills.We also had a board with the fronts of shirts, jackets etc cut out and mounted so we could fool around with and learn how to use buttons, zippers, velcro etc, which meant I was dressing myself pretty early. We also had leftover keyboards, computer mice (sans cables) and a mix and match board of connector cables (bolted down and too short to strangle ourselves with) because I lived in silicon valley in the early 90ā€™s when the tech boom was happening and parents would donate computer stuff for us to fuck around with.Im looking at those gate locks up there and thatā€™s a bit of a bespoke parenting- Dad does run the risk of teaching this toddler how to escape a gated area like the yard, but if the kid isnā€™t prone to wandering, itā€™s a good safety thing for him to learn.Some other things to put on a fine motor skills stimboard: doorknobs and handles, switches and buttons (esp of you can wire them up to do something- kids learn patterns way earlier than you might think), window locks and cranks, assorted textures like carpet, fabrics, those reversible sequins, pebbles, sandpaper etc, the tops of jars with different kinds of lids top open and close, and (if you can stand it) anything that makes noises.But pretty much anything that can be fiddled with, changed by touching and is safe to nom on is a good thing.An additional caveat, from my own youth: if the fine motor boards are down at toddler height, dogs, cats, most pet birds and some reptiles will also play with and learn to manipulate these things.  Which is also good mental stimulation for them but you can give your animals interesting ideas about what is ok to handle and teach them skills you might not want them to know.
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        my-discourse-blog:

ryrythescienceguy:

Children being naturally exposed to a variety of germs from a very young age (from dirt, pets, playplaces, sandboxes, other kids, etc) is actually really good for the immune system and can even prevent the development of allergies. The reason food allergies are so common these days is precisely because parents are avoiding exposing their kids to possible trigger foods and not letting them get dirty (also the overuse of antibacterial soaps/hand santitizers and antibiotics!).
Source: grew up on a farm, played in the dirt and with germy animals and germy siblings/cousins/friends all the time, and very rarely took antibioticsā€¦ today Iā€™m 24, have zero allergies, and a great immune system (even my little sister is the same, and she wasnā€™t vaccinated until she was a teenager).
This is also why oldest siblings and only children tend to have more allergies in my anecdotal experience; the parents often get overprepared and donā€™t let their kid get exposed to ANY germs/allergensā€”by the time other children come along the parents are jaded enough to not care about it as much, and thus the kids afterwards are exposed to more germs from birth!
If this sounds weird and backwards, itā€™s because for a long time doctors used to teach the exact opposite. Keep your child clean and away from germs and potenial allergy triggers. Until they saw the long-term side effects of this and are now starting to tell new parents how to do it better.
NOTE: I AM EXTREMELY PRO-VAX! DO NOT MISTAKE THIS COMMENT AS ANTI-VAX. VACCINATE YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN AND EXPOSE THEM TO GERMS IN A CONTROLLED WAY. THE HUMAN IMMUNE SYSTEM IS CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS BUT ITā€™S NOT A MIRACLE WORKER AND IT NEEDS HELP!!!


Can confirm this is true. Iā€™ve studied food science for 5 years and have 3 qualifications in food safety. 
: my-discourse-blog:

ryrythescienceguy:

Children being naturally exposed to a variety of germs from a very young age (from dirt, pets, playplaces, sandboxes, other kids, etc) is actually really good for the immune system and can even prevent the development of allergies. The reason food allergies are so common these days is precisely because parents are avoiding exposing their kids to possible trigger foods and not letting them get dirty (also the overuse of antibacterial soaps/hand santitizers and antibiotics!).
Source: grew up on a farm, played in the dirt and with germy animals and germy siblings/cousins/friends all the time, and very rarely took antibioticsā€¦ today Iā€™m 24, have zero allergies, and a great immune system (even my little sister is the same, and she wasnā€™t vaccinated until she was a teenager).
This is also why oldest siblings and only children tend to have more allergies in my anecdotal experience; the parents often get overprepared and donā€™t let their kid get exposed to ANY germs/allergensā€”by the time other children come along the parents are jaded enough to not care about it as much, and thus the kids afterwards are exposed to more germs from birth!
If this sounds weird and backwards, itā€™s because for a long time doctors used to teach the exact opposite. Keep your child clean and away from germs and potenial allergy triggers. Until they saw the long-term side effects of this and are now starting to tell new parents how to do it better.
NOTE: I AM EXTREMELY PRO-VAX! DO NOT MISTAKE THIS COMMENT AS ANTI-VAX. VACCINATE YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN AND EXPOSE THEM TO GERMS IN A CONTROLLED WAY. THE HUMAN IMMUNE SYSTEM IS CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS BUT ITā€™S NOT A MIRACLE WORKER AND IT NEEDS HELP!!!


Can confirm this is true. Iā€™ve studied food science for 5 years and have 3 qualifications in food safety. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    my-discourse-blog:

ryrythescienceguy:

Children being naturally exposed to a variety of germs from a very young age (from dirt, pets, playplaces, sandboxes, other kids, etc) is actually really good for the immune system and can even prevent the development of allergies. The reason food allergies are so common these days is precisely because parents are avoiding exposing their kids to possible trigger foods and not letting them get dirty (also the overuse of antibacterial soaps/hand santitizers and antibiotics!).
Source: grew up on a farm, played in the dirt and with germy animals and germy siblings/cousins/friends all the time, and very rarely took antibioticsā€¦ today Iā€™m 24, have zero allergies, and a great immune system (even my little sister is the same, and she wasnā€™t vaccinated until she was a teenager).
This is also why oldest siblings and only children tend to have more allergies in my anecdotal experience; the parents often get overprepared and donā€™t let their kid get exposed to ANY germs/allergensā€”by the time other children come along the parents are jaded enough to not care about it as much, and thus the kids afterwards are exposed to more germs from birth!
If this sounds weird and backwards, itā€™s because for a long time doctors used to teach the exact opposite. Keep your child clean and away from germs and potenial allergy triggers. Until they saw the long-term side effects of this and are now starting to tell new parents how to do it better.
NOTE: I AM EXTREMELY PRO-VAX! DO NOT MISTAKE THIS COMMENT AS ANTI-VAX. VACCINATE YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN AND EXPOSE THEM TO GERMS IN A CONTROLLED WAY. THE HUMAN IMMUNE SYSTEM IS CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS BUT ITā€™S NOT A MIRACLE WORKER AND IT NEEDS HELP!!!


Can confirm this is true. Iā€™ve studied food science for 5 years and have 3 qualifications in food safety. 
: my-discourse-blog:

ryrythescienceguy:

Children being naturally exposed to a variety of germs from a very young age (from dirt, pets, playplaces, sandboxes, other kids, etc) is actually really good for the immune system and can even prevent the development of allergies. The reason food allergies are so common these days is precisely because parents are avoiding exposing their kids to possible trigger foods and not letting them get dirty (also the overuse of antibacterial soaps/hand santitizers and antibiotics!).
Source: grew up on a farm, played in the dirt and with germy animals and germy siblings/cousins/friends all the time, and very rarely took antibioticsā€¦ today Iā€™m 24, have zero allergies, and a great immune system (even my little sister is the same, and she wasnā€™t vaccinated until she was a teenager).
This is also why oldest siblings and only children tend to have more allergies in my anecdotal experience; the parents often get overprepared and donā€™t let their kid get exposed to ANY germs/allergensā€”by the time other children come along the parents are jaded enough to not care about it as much, and thus the kids afterwards are exposed to more germs from birth!
If this sounds weird and backwards, itā€™s because for a long time doctors used to teach the exact opposite. Keep your child clean and away from germs and potenial allergy triggers. Until they saw the long-term side effects of this and are now starting to tell new parents how to do it better.
NOTE: I AM EXTREMELY PRO-VAX! DO NOT MISTAKE THIS COMMENT AS ANTI-VAX. VACCINATE YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN AND EXPOSE THEM TO GERMS IN A CONTROLLED WAY. THE HUMAN IMMUNE SYSTEM IS CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS BUT ITā€™S NOT A MIRACLE WORKER AND IT NEEDS HELP!!!


Can confirm this is true. Iā€™ve studied food science for 5 years and have 3 qualifications in food safety. 

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        rayethefox14524:

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ginzers:

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ginzers:

Teach children that this is not ok

Teach children that thereā€™s nothing wrong with this

Iā€™m really not understanding why you think cultural appropriation would be ok, unless you are assuming that the girl in the picture is part Japanese.

Yellow face yet sheā€™s using white makeup in the traditional style but okay.
Cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing, hon. ā˜ŗļø Cultures should be shared by all means.

I disagree. The makeup is clearly reflective of traditional Geisha makeup which is yellowface and therefore racist. Furthermore, the girl is wearing a kimono, a garment that has for ages carried cultural significance. Assuming that she is white how can you think this is ok? And cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing? What rock do you live under? I suggest you educate yourself on the differences between cultural appreciation and cultural appropriation.

I am japanese, in japan at this very moment. The only people who think culture shouldnt be shared are racists like you. 
A vast majority of Japanese people actually enjoy other people making an effort to spread and enjoy japanese culture, and encourage it. Many make businesses in deliberately taking pictures of people in kimono. A common omiage (gift) for foreigners from japanese people is traditional japanese things such as kimonos, tea seats, shisa dog statues, ect. 
And to top it off, basically 80 percent of japanese customs, traditions, and food, came from other countries. Japanese is an integration of different cultures, like america. Japan takes influences from places like korea, china, russia, and europe. If japan stuck to itself, there would be no tempura, japanese tea, tea ceremonies, kabuki, japanese bread, japanese curry, j- pop, anime, cars, or modern fishing techniques. The picture is not ā€œyellow faceā€ they are not making fun of asians. In fact, it looks like they put extra care and research into their work. 
The only reason that you have a problem with this is because that little girl is white and you know that it is acceptable on tumblr to crap all over white people. The only racist here is you.

Rekt

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Dang she got shut down.

Damn Iā€™ve never hit reblog so fast in my entire fucking life

Daaaaamn

Pew pew pew

I reblog this every time I see it

I live in Japan and Iā€™d like to back up this sentiment.Ā 
Recently a museum in Boston came under a lot of fire for allowing visitors to wear aĀ ā€˜kimonoā€™ (it was featuring a painting my Monet of a girl ā€“ a white girl ā€“ in a kimono, and the museum had replicas made that guests of ANY RACE could wear to mimic the painting, Pageant-of-the-Masters style). After protests and heated debate, the museum closed the event.
I was living in Japan at the time, and out of all the *actual* Japanese people I asked, not a single one was offended by the event. Rather, they were excited that people half a world away were showing interest in their culture, and were sad that visitors could no longer enjoy the event.
This party, though somewhat silly in application, is an attempt at experiencing and appreciating another culture. The mom who put this together is not an expert on Japan, but she did her best. She got a lot of things right: there are few things Japan loves more than tea, Pocky, and sakura.Ā 
Where do you draw the line for who isĀ ā€œallowedā€ to learn about Japan? If the girl were of Japanese descent, would that make it ok (even though her citizenship would be the same as the girl from the photo)? If one of the girlā€™s parents were from Japan, then would it be ok?Ā 
Are you only allowed to make pizza if you live in Italy? If youā€™re an Italian immigrant? How do we decide these things??
You canā€™t say you want to dismantle racism and then in the next breath make rules ā€“ based on race ā€“ for who people can wear, try, or eat, especially when the intent is obviously to have fun experiencing a culture (as opposed to having fun by making fun of a race or culture, like blackface does).Ā 
When you tell people they can only experience things ā€˜meant for their raceā€™, it totally smacks of segregation to me and I canā€™t stand it. As someone who (obviously) loves Japan, I say let people learn about it, let people experience it, let people appreciate it. You donā€™t have to know every single thing about a culture to enjoy it.



fucking people got owned is what, fuck i hate how people say you cant do shit when culture should be shared and is shared its how it grows and changes through fucking generations itS HOW YOU LEARN about the world and just fucking, tumblr fucking stupid like 70% of the dam time

this new light

Vintage post, sipping on it like fine wine.

Always a fan of seeing this happen



Have fun, not make fun of



Same. Iā€™m glad when people enjoy my culture, wear our traditional clothes and try our food recipes, as long as its respectful :)



All people should try to learn other religions! Iā€™m proud of this girl!
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ginzers:

spoopy-roxxi:

ginzers:

spoopy-roxxi:

ginzers:

Teach children that this is not ok

Teach children that thereā€™s nothing wrong with this

Iā€™m really not understanding why you think cultural appropriation would be ok, unless you are assuming that the girl in the picture is part Japanese.

Yellow face yet sheā€™s using white makeup in the traditional style but okay.
Cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing, hon. ā˜ŗļø Cultures should be shared by all means.

I disagree. The makeup is clearly reflective of traditional Geisha makeup which is yellowface and therefore racist. Furthermore, the girl is wearing a kimono, a garment that has for ages carried cultural significance. Assuming that she is white how can you think this is ok? And cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing? What rock do you live under? I suggest you educate yourself on the differences between cultural appreciation and cultural appropriation.

I am japanese, in japan at this very moment. The only people who think culture shouldnt be shared are racists like you. 
A vast majority of Japanese people actually enjoy other people making an effort to spread and enjoy japanese culture, and encourage it. Many make businesses in deliberately taking pictures of people in kimono. A common omiage (gift) for foreigners from japanese people is traditional japanese things such as kimonos, tea seats, shisa dog statues, ect. 
And to top it off, basically 80 percent of japanese customs, traditions, and food, came from other countries. Japanese is an integration of different cultures, like america. Japan takes influences from places like korea, china, russia, and europe. If japan stuck to itself, there would be no tempura, japanese tea, tea ceremonies, kabuki, japanese bread, japanese curry, j- pop, anime, cars, or modern fishing techniques. The picture is not ā€œyellow faceā€ they are not making fun of asians. In fact, it looks like they put extra care and research into their work. 
The only reason that you have a problem with this is because that little girl is white and you know that it is acceptable on tumblr to crap all over white people. The only racist here is you.

Rekt

b t f o

Dang she got shut down.

Damn Iā€™ve never hit reblog so fast in my entire fucking life

Daaaaamn

Pew pew pew

I reblog this every time I see it

I live in Japan and Iā€™d like to back up this sentiment.Ā 
Recently a museum in Boston came under a lot of fire for allowing visitors to wear aĀ ā€˜kimonoā€™ (it was featuring a painting my Monet of a girl ā€“ a white girl ā€“ in a kimono, and the museum had replicas made that guests of ANY RACE could wear to mimic the painting, Pageant-of-the-Masters style). After protests and heated debate, the museum closed the event.
I was living in Japan at the time, and out of all the *actual* Japanese people I asked, not a single one was offended by the event. Rather, they were excited that people half a world away were showing interest in their culture, and were sad that visitors could no longer enjoy the event.
This party, though somewhat silly in application, is an attempt at experiencing and appreciating another culture. The mom who put this together is not an expert on Japan, but she did her best. She got a lot of things right: there are few things Japan loves more than tea, Pocky, and sakura.Ā 
Where do you draw the line for who isĀ ā€œallowedā€ to learn about Japan? If the girl were of Japanese descent, would that make it ok (even though her citizenship would be the same as the girl from the photo)? If one of the girlā€™s parents were from Japan, then would it be ok?Ā 
Are you only allowed to make pizza if you live in Italy? If youā€™re an Italian immigrant? How do we decide these things??
You canā€™t say you want to dismantle racism and then in the next breath make rules ā€“ based on race ā€“ for who people can wear, try, or eat, especially when the intent is obviously to have fun experiencing a culture (as opposed to having fun by making fun of a race or culture, like blackface does).Ā 
When you tell people they can only experience things ā€˜meant for their raceā€™, it totally smacks of segregation to me and I canā€™t stand it. As someone who (obviously) loves Japan, I say let people learn about it, let people experience it, let people appreciate it. You donā€™t have to know every single thing about a culture to enjoy it.



fucking people got owned is what, fuck i hate how people say you cant do shit when culture should be shared and is shared its how it grows and changes through fucking generations itS HOW YOU LEARN about the world and just fucking, tumblr fucking stupid like 70% of the dam time

this new light

Vintage post, sipping on it like fine wine.

Always a fan of seeing this happen



Have fun, not make fun of



Same. Iā€™m glad when people enjoy my culture, wear our traditional clothes and try our food recipes, as long as its respectful :)



All people should try to learn other religions! Iā€™m proud of this girl!

        

            
            

                
                
                    rayethefox14524:

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jdbsmg-star:

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semiauto14:

daissychainss:

dilfweed:

jennaavh:

madmints:

takesabeating:

cheshireinthemiddle:

ginzers:

spoopy-roxxi:

ginzers:

spoopy-roxxi:

ginzers:

Teach children that this is not ok

Teach children that thereā€™s nothing wrong with this

Iā€™m really not understanding why you think cultural appropriation would be ok, unless you are assuming that the girl in the picture is part Japanese.

Yellow face yet sheā€™s using white makeup in the traditional style but okay.
Cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing, hon. ā˜ŗļø Cultures should be shared by all means.

I disagree. The makeup is clearly reflective of traditional Geisha makeup which is yellowface and therefore racist. Furthermore, the girl is wearing a kimono, a garment that has for ages carried cultural significance. Assuming that she is white how can you think this is ok? And cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing? What rock do you live under? I suggest you educate yourself on the differences between cultural appreciation and cultural appropriation.

I am japanese, in japan at this very moment. The only people who think culture shouldnt be shared are racists like you. 
A vast majority of Japanese people actually enjoy other people making an effort to spread and enjoy japanese culture, and encourage it. Many make businesses in deliberately taking pictures of people in kimono. A common omiage (gift) for foreigners from japanese people is traditional japanese things such as kimonos, tea seats, shisa dog statues, ect. 
And to top it off, basically 80 percent of japanese customs, traditions, and food, came from other countries. Japanese is an integration of different cultures, like america. Japan takes influences from places like korea, china, russia, and europe. If japan stuck to itself, there would be no tempura, japanese tea, tea ceremonies, kabuki, japanese bread, japanese curry, j- pop, anime, cars, or modern fishing techniques. The picture is not ā€œyellow faceā€ they are not making fun of asians. In fact, it looks like they put extra care and research into their work. 
The only reason that you have a problem with this is because that little girl is white and you know that it is acceptable on tumblr to crap all over white people. The only racist here is you.

Rekt

b t f o

Dang she got shut down.

Damn Iā€™ve never hit reblog so fast in my entire fucking life

Daaaaamn

Pew pew pew

I reblog this every time I see it

I live in Japan and Iā€™d like to back up this sentiment.Ā 
Recently a museum in Boston came under a lot of fire for allowing visitors to wear aĀ ā€˜kimonoā€™ (it was featuring a painting my Monet of a girl ā€“ a white girl ā€“ in a kimono, and the museum had replicas made that guests of ANY RACE could wear to mimic the painting, Pageant-of-the-Masters style). After protests and heated debate, the museum closed the event.
I was living in Japan at the time, and out of all the *actual* Japanese people I asked, not a single one was offended by the event. Rather, they were excited that people half a world away were showing interest in their culture, and were sad that visitors could no longer enjoy the event.
This party, though somewhat silly in application, is an attempt at experiencing and appreciating another culture. The mom who put this together is not an expert on Japan, but she did her best. She got a lot of things right: there are few things Japan loves more than tea, Pocky, and sakura.Ā 
Where do you draw the line for who isĀ ā€œallowedā€ to learn about Japan? If the girl were of Japanese descent, would that make it ok (even though her citizenship would be the same as the girl from the photo)? If one of the girlā€™s parents were from Japan, then would it be ok?Ā 
Are you only allowed to make pizza if you live in Italy? If youā€™re an Italian immigrant? How do we decide these things??
You canā€™t say you want to dismantle racism and then in the next breath make rules ā€“ based on race ā€“ for who people can wear, try, or eat, especially when the intent is obviously to have fun experiencing a culture (as opposed to having fun by making fun of a race or culture, like blackface does).Ā 
When you tell people they can only experience things ā€˜meant for their raceā€™, it totally smacks of segregation to me and I canā€™t stand it. As someone who (obviously) loves Japan, I say let people learn about it, let people experience it, let people appreciate it. You donā€™t have to know every single thing about a culture to enjoy it.



fucking people got owned is what, fuck i hate how people say you cant do shit when culture should be shared and is shared its how it grows and changes through fucking generations itS HOW YOU LEARN about the world and just fucking, tumblr fucking stupid like 70% of the dam time

this new light

Vintage post, sipping on it like fine wine.

Always a fan of seeing this happen



Have fun, not make fun of



Same. Iā€™m glad when people enjoy my culture, wear our traditional clothes and try our food recipes, as long as its respectful :)



All people should try to learn other religions! Iā€™m proud of this girl!
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jennaavh:

madmints:

takesabeating:

cheshireinthemiddle:

ginzers:

spoopy-roxxi:

ginzers:

spoopy-roxxi:

ginzers:

Teach children that this is not ok

Teach children that thereā€™s nothing wrong with this

Iā€™m really not understanding why you think cultural appropriation would be ok, unless you are assuming that the girl in the picture is part Japanese.

Yellow face yet sheā€™s using white makeup in the traditional style but okay.
Cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing, hon. ā˜ŗļø Cultures should be shared by all means.

I disagree. The makeup is clearly reflective of traditional Geisha makeup which is yellowface and therefore racist. Furthermore, the girl is wearing a kimono, a garment that has for ages carried cultural significance. Assuming that she is white how can you think this is ok? And cultural appropriation isnā€™t a thing? What rock do you live under? I suggest you educate yourself on the differences between cultural appreciation and cultural appropriation.

I am japanese, in japan at this very moment. The only people who think culture shouldnt be shared are racists like you. 
A vast majority of Japanese people actually enjoy other people making an effort to spread and enjoy japanese culture, and encourage it. Many make businesses in deliberately taking pictures of people in kimono. A common omiage (gift) for foreigners from japanese people is traditional japanese things such as kimonos, tea seats, shisa dog statues, ect. 
And to top it off, basically 80 percent of japanese customs, traditions, and food, came from other countries. Japanese is an integration of different cultures, like america. Japan takes influences from places like korea, china, russia, and europe. If japan stuck to itself, there would be no tempura, japanese tea, tea ceremonies, kabuki, japanese bread, japanese curry, j- pop, anime, cars, or modern fishing techniques. The picture is not ā€œyellow faceā€ they are not making fun of asians. In fact, it looks like they put extra care and research into their work. 
The only reason that you have a problem with this is because that little girl is white and you know that it is acceptable on tumblr to crap all over white people. The only racist here is you.

Rekt

b t f o

Dang she got shut down.

Damn Iā€™ve never hit reblog so fast in my entire fucking life

Daaaaamn

Pew pew pew

I reblog this every time I see it

I live in Japan and Iā€™d like to back up this sentiment.Ā 
Recently a museum in Boston came under a lot of fire for allowing visitors to wear aĀ ā€˜kimonoā€™ (it was featuring a painting my Monet of a girl ā€“ a white girl ā€“ in a kimono, and the museum had replicas made that guests of ANY RACE could wear to mimic the painting, Pageant-of-the-Masters style). After protests and heated debate, the museum closed the event.
I was living in Japan at the time, and out of all the *actual* Japanese people I asked, not a single one was offended by the event. Rather, they were excited that people half a world away were showing interest in their culture, and were sad that visitors could no longer enjoy the event.
This party, though somewhat silly in application, is an attempt at experiencing and appreciating another culture. The mom who put this together is not an expert on Japan, but she did her best. She got a lot of things right: there are few things Japan loves more than tea, Pocky, and sakura.Ā 
Where do you draw the line for who isĀ ā€œallowedā€ to learn about Japan? If the girl were of Japanese descent, would that make it ok (even though her citizenship would be the same as the girl from the photo)? If one of the girlā€™s parents were from Japan, then would it be ok?Ā 
Are you only allowed to make pizza if you live in Italy? If youā€™re an Italian immigrant? How do we decide these things??
You canā€™t say you want to dismantle racism and then in the next breath make rules ā€“ based on race ā€“ for who people can wear, try, or eat, especially when the intent is obviously to have fun experiencing a culture (as opposed to having fun by making fun of a race or culture, like blackface does).Ā 
When you tell people they can only experience things ā€˜meant for their raceā€™, it totally smacks of segregation to me and I canā€™t stand it. As someone who (obviously) loves Japan, I say let people learn about it, let people experience it, let people appreciate it. You donā€™t have to know every single thing about a culture to enjoy it.



fucking people got owned is what, fuck i hate how people say you cant do shit when culture should be shared and is shared its how it grows and changes through fucking generations itS HOW YOU LEARN about the world and just fucking, tumblr fucking stupid like 70% of the dam time

this new light

Vintage post, sipping on it like fine wine.

Always a fan of seeing this happen



Have fun, not make fun of



Same. Iā€™m glad when people enjoy my culture, wear our traditional clothes and try our food recipes, as long as its respectful :)



All people should try to learn other religions! Iā€™m proud of this girl!

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        clockworkrobotic:

bigancestorenergy:

ouma-anti:

whatjordylikes:

danielle-mertina:


blackqueerblog:


Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




Wowā€¦what a terrible parent. Minecraft is A LOT of work, diligence, and creativity. The parent should have been encouraging that. And why does a 9 year old need to wake up every day at 7 am during a pandemic? Whatā€™s wrong with this person? 
I can foresee an estranged relationship in the future. Because this parent is out of their minds and more interested in exacting punitive control than being a loving caregiver. 



Y'all wonder why some kids are the way they are? This is it. 

why on earth does a NINE YEAR OLD CHILD has to wake up at fucking 7 am during a pandemic? 

also children may require up to TWELVE HOURS of sleep
heā€™s not being defiantā€”without the threat of a ridiculous and unnatural hour he MUST be awake at heā€™s actually following his natural circadian rhythm which is actually HEALTHIER for him
what theyā€™ve done is broken his trust in a MAJOR way. he does not feel safe or in control. which is why he is refusing meals. 
honestly? if they keep this behavior upā€”let alone just not apologizing and finding the save file for his gameā€”heā€™s gonna develop some dangerous coping skills like yknow. An eating disorder. Dissociation. Self harm.
Iā€™m not being hyperbolic. this is literally how it starts.

This is the second time this week Iā€™ve seen a story like this (the first being the boyfriend destroying his girlfriendā€™s AC island over an argument) and it makes me think ā€“ how is this ANY different to someone destroying a physical piece of art someoneā€™s made: ripping up their sketchbook, breaking ceramics, cutting up cosplays? If this person had come forward with a question likeĀ ā€œmy son wouldnā€™t get out of bed so I broke the birdbox he madeā€ there wouldnā€™t be ANY question whether this was abusive behaviour.
Thereā€™s an inherent disconnect with how we talk about theĀ ā€œvalueā€ of virtual items/creations in video games: something about the way that these things arenā€™t tangible in the conventional sense makes them somehow less valuable than something everyone can hold and observe and appreciate. Think about the amount of ā€œfunny gamer rageā€ videos out there that are people upset over losing WoW saves and the likes: game saves are often things people have put hundreds of hours into, they have value to that person and are representative of their own dedication. Hell, Iā€™m really bummed at the moment over not having access to some of my BL2 saves (I canā€™t travel to get my PS4 from uni), and I know Iā€™d be upset if I lost them forever.Ā 
Video games are a massive escape mechanism for a lot of people especially right now, and putting time and effort into particularly building games is a constructive and creative outlet that gives people a feeling of accomplishment (and letā€™s be real itā€™s a lot more practical than having a house full of lego). Yet thereā€™s still this weird stigma attached to them, thisĀ ā€œitā€™s just a gameā€ mentality that leads people to be easily dismissive of othersā€™ feelings over losing progress. Destroyed your girlfriendā€™s AC island, which she put hundreds of hours into building? Whatever, itā€™s just a game. Deleted your kidā€™s minecraft file, which he spent an entire year working on? Whatever, itā€™s just a game, why are you so mad? Itā€™s not a real thing, itā€™s just some numbers hiding behind fancy computer graphics!
Actions like this are intentional, targeted destruction of another personā€™s property - property they have created themselves -Ā  by an adult who knew what they were doingĀ and we should NOT treat them as anything other than that, regardless of medium.
: clockworkrobotic:

bigancestorenergy:

ouma-anti:

whatjordylikes:

danielle-mertina:


blackqueerblog:


Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




Wowā€¦what a terrible parent. Minecraft is A LOT of work, diligence, and creativity. The parent should have been encouraging that. And why does a 9 year old need to wake up every day at 7 am during a pandemic? Whatā€™s wrong with this person? 
I can foresee an estranged relationship in the future. Because this parent is out of their minds and more interested in exacting punitive control than being a loving caregiver. 



Y'all wonder why some kids are the way they are? This is it. 

why on earth does a NINE YEAR OLD CHILD has to wake up at fucking 7 am during a pandemic? 

also children may require up to TWELVE HOURS of sleep
heā€™s not being defiantā€”without the threat of a ridiculous and unnatural hour he MUST be awake at heā€™s actually following his natural circadian rhythm which is actually HEALTHIER for him
what theyā€™ve done is broken his trust in a MAJOR way. he does not feel safe or in control. which is why he is refusing meals. 
honestly? if they keep this behavior upā€”let alone just not apologizing and finding the save file for his gameā€”heā€™s gonna develop some dangerous coping skills like yknow. An eating disorder. Dissociation. Self harm.
Iā€™m not being hyperbolic. this is literally how it starts.

This is the second time this week Iā€™ve seen a story like this (the first being the boyfriend destroying his girlfriendā€™s AC island over an argument) and it makes me think ā€“ how is this ANY different to someone destroying a physical piece of art someoneā€™s made: ripping up their sketchbook, breaking ceramics, cutting up cosplays? If this person had come forward with a question likeĀ ā€œmy son wouldnā€™t get out of bed so I broke the birdbox he madeā€ there wouldnā€™t be ANY question whether this was abusive behaviour.
Thereā€™s an inherent disconnect with how we talk about theĀ ā€œvalueā€ of virtual items/creations in video games: something about the way that these things arenā€™t tangible in the conventional sense makes them somehow less valuable than something everyone can hold and observe and appreciate. Think about the amount of ā€œfunny gamer rageā€ videos out there that are people upset over losing WoW saves and the likes: game saves are often things people have put hundreds of hours into, they have value to that person and are representative of their own dedication. Hell, Iā€™m really bummed at the moment over not having access to some of my BL2 saves (I canā€™t travel to get my PS4 from uni), and I know Iā€™d be upset if I lost them forever.Ā 
Video games are a massive escape mechanism for a lot of people especially right now, and putting time and effort into particularly building games is a constructive and creative outlet that gives people a feeling of accomplishment (and letā€™s be real itā€™s a lot more practical than having a house full of lego). Yet thereā€™s still this weird stigma attached to them, thisĀ ā€œitā€™s just a gameā€ mentality that leads people to be easily dismissive of othersā€™ feelings over losing progress. Destroyed your girlfriendā€™s AC island, which she put hundreds of hours into building? Whatever, itā€™s just a game. Deleted your kidā€™s minecraft file, which he spent an entire year working on? Whatever, itā€™s just a game, why are you so mad? Itā€™s not a real thing, itā€™s just some numbers hiding behind fancy computer graphics!
Actions like this are intentional, targeted destruction of another personā€™s property - property they have created themselves -Ā  by an adult who knew what they were doingĀ and we should NOT treat them as anything other than that, regardless of medium.

        

            
            

                
                
                    clockworkrobotic:

bigancestorenergy:

ouma-anti:

whatjordylikes:

danielle-mertina:


blackqueerblog:


Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




Wowā€¦what a terrible parent. Minecraft is A LOT of work, diligence, and creativity. The parent should have been encouraging that. And why does a 9 year old need to wake up every day at 7 am during a pandemic? Whatā€™s wrong with this person? 
I can foresee an estranged relationship in the future. Because this parent is out of their minds and more interested in exacting punitive control than being a loving caregiver. 



Y'all wonder why some kids are the way they are? This is it. 

why on earth does a NINE YEAR OLD CHILD has to wake up at fucking 7 am during a pandemic? 

also children may require up to TWELVE HOURS of sleep
heā€™s not being defiantā€”without the threat of a ridiculous and unnatural hour he MUST be awake at heā€™s actually following his natural circadian rhythm which is actually HEALTHIER for him
what theyā€™ve done is broken his trust in a MAJOR way. he does not feel safe or in control. which is why he is refusing meals. 
honestly? if they keep this behavior upā€”let alone just not apologizing and finding the save file for his gameā€”heā€™s gonna develop some dangerous coping skills like yknow. An eating disorder. Dissociation. Self harm.
Iā€™m not being hyperbolic. this is literally how it starts.

This is the second time this week Iā€™ve seen a story like this (the first being the boyfriend destroying his girlfriendā€™s AC island over an argument) and it makes me think ā€“ how is this ANY different to someone destroying a physical piece of art someoneā€™s made: ripping up their sketchbook, breaking ceramics, cutting up cosplays? If this person had come forward with a question likeĀ ā€œmy son wouldnā€™t get out of bed so I broke the birdbox he madeā€ there wouldnā€™t be ANY question whether this was abusive behaviour.
Thereā€™s an inherent disconnect with how we talk about theĀ ā€œvalueā€ of virtual items/creations in video games: something about the way that these things arenā€™t tangible in the conventional sense makes them somehow less valuable than something everyone can hold and observe and appreciate. Think about the amount of ā€œfunny gamer rageā€ videos out there that are people upset over losing WoW saves and the likes: game saves are often things people have put hundreds of hours into, they have value to that person and are representative of their own dedication. Hell, Iā€™m really bummed at the moment over not having access to some of my BL2 saves (I canā€™t travel to get my PS4 from uni), and I know Iā€™d be upset if I lost them forever.Ā 
Video games are a massive escape mechanism for a lot of people especially right now, and putting time and effort into particularly building games is a constructive and creative outlet that gives people a feeling of accomplishment (and letā€™s be real itā€™s a lot more practical than having a house full of lego). Yet thereā€™s still this weird stigma attached to them, thisĀ ā€œitā€™s just a gameā€ mentality that leads people to be easily dismissive of othersā€™ feelings over losing progress. Destroyed your girlfriendā€™s AC island, which she put hundreds of hours into building? Whatever, itā€™s just a game. Deleted your kidā€™s minecraft file, which he spent an entire year working on? Whatever, itā€™s just a game, why are you so mad? Itā€™s not a real thing, itā€™s just some numbers hiding behind fancy computer graphics!
Actions like this are intentional, targeted destruction of another personā€™s property - property they have created themselves -Ā  by an adult who knew what they were doingĀ and we should NOT treat them as anything other than that, regardless of medium.
: clockworkrobotic:

bigancestorenergy:

ouma-anti:

whatjordylikes:

danielle-mertina:


blackqueerblog:


Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




Wowā€¦what a terrible parent. Minecraft is A LOT of work, diligence, and creativity. The parent should have been encouraging that. And why does a 9 year old need to wake up every day at 7 am during a pandemic? Whatā€™s wrong with this person? 
I can foresee an estranged relationship in the future. Because this parent is out of their minds and more interested in exacting punitive control than being a loving caregiver. 



Y'all wonder why some kids are the way they are? This is it. 

why on earth does a NINE YEAR OLD CHILD has to wake up at fucking 7 am during a pandemic? 

also children may require up to TWELVE HOURS of sleep
heā€™s not being defiantā€”without the threat of a ridiculous and unnatural hour he MUST be awake at heā€™s actually following his natural circadian rhythm which is actually HEALTHIER for him
what theyā€™ve done is broken his trust in a MAJOR way. he does not feel safe or in control. which is why he is refusing meals. 
honestly? if they keep this behavior upā€”let alone just not apologizing and finding the save file for his gameā€”heā€™s gonna develop some dangerous coping skills like yknow. An eating disorder. Dissociation. Self harm.
Iā€™m not being hyperbolic. this is literally how it starts.

This is the second time this week Iā€™ve seen a story like this (the first being the boyfriend destroying his girlfriendā€™s AC island over an argument) and it makes me think ā€“ how is this ANY different to someone destroying a physical piece of art someoneā€™s made: ripping up their sketchbook, breaking ceramics, cutting up cosplays? If this person had come forward with a question likeĀ ā€œmy son wouldnā€™t get out of bed so I broke the birdbox he madeā€ there wouldnā€™t be ANY question whether this was abusive behaviour.
Thereā€™s an inherent disconnect with how we talk about theĀ ā€œvalueā€ of virtual items/creations in video games: something about the way that these things arenā€™t tangible in the conventional sense makes them somehow less valuable than something everyone can hold and observe and appreciate. Think about the amount of ā€œfunny gamer rageā€ videos out there that are people upset over losing WoW saves and the likes: game saves are often things people have put hundreds of hours into, they have value to that person and are representative of their own dedication. Hell, Iā€™m really bummed at the moment over not having access to some of my BL2 saves (I canā€™t travel to get my PS4 from uni), and I know Iā€™d be upset if I lost them forever.Ā 
Video games are a massive escape mechanism for a lot of people especially right now, and putting time and effort into particularly building games is a constructive and creative outlet that gives people a feeling of accomplishment (and letā€™s be real itā€™s a lot more practical than having a house full of lego). Yet thereā€™s still this weird stigma attached to them, thisĀ ā€œitā€™s just a gameā€ mentality that leads people to be easily dismissive of othersā€™ feelings over losing progress. Destroyed your girlfriendā€™s AC island, which she put hundreds of hours into building? Whatever, itā€™s just a game. Deleted your kidā€™s minecraft file, which he spent an entire year working on? Whatever, itā€™s just a game, why are you so mad? Itā€™s not a real thing, itā€™s just some numbers hiding behind fancy computer graphics!
Actions like this are intentional, targeted destruction of another personā€™s property - property they have created themselves -Ā  by an adult who knew what they were doingĀ and we should NOT treat them as anything other than that, regardless of medium.

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        quecksilvereyes:

blackqueerblog:
Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




also????? wake up your kid if they donā€™t hear their alarm????? dont do this????


I get the point on needing to be able to wake up by himself, but 1 - alarms donā€™t promote that either and 2 - heā€™s 9.If heā€™s sleeping in, especially at a younger age? Thereā€™s something wrong. Kids tend to wale up early, have high energy, etc. Heā€™s either unable to sleep at night due to the monotony of the day not taking up enough energy, or being in lockdown has been affecting his mental health, which will make him more tired, or maybe heā€™s feeling ill and sees no reason to mention it because it wonā€™t affect anything, or who knows what else. Donā€™t punish your kid for sleeping late, make sure theyā€™re okay and maybe, if they feel they need more sleep, add an extra hour on in the morning or something. Saying that if he doesnā€™t wake up on time there will be consequences, which will stress him out and stop him sleeping, maybe even motivating him to stay up all night instead of risking oversleeping. We donā€™t have control over when we wake up, and if heā€™s sleeping through alarms, something needs to change. Maybe even changing the sound will help, but you gotta try and find a solution to whatever is causing him to oversleep, not make him feel bad for it and, in the process, lose his trust.Also, just so you know, postive reinforcement (giving a reward) and negative reinforcement (temoving something bad - such as painkillers removing a headache) work miles better than punishment (destroying something they love and are proud of).: quecksilvereyes:

blackqueerblog:
Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




also????? wake up your kid if they donā€™t hear their alarm????? dont do this????


I get the point on needing to be able to wake up by himself, but 1 - alarms donā€™t promote that either and 2 - heā€™s 9.If heā€™s sleeping in, especially at a younger age? Thereā€™s something wrong. Kids tend to wale up early, have high energy, etc. Heā€™s either unable to sleep at night due to the monotony of the day not taking up enough energy, or being in lockdown has been affecting his mental health, which will make him more tired, or maybe heā€™s feeling ill and sees no reason to mention it because it wonā€™t affect anything, or who knows what else. Donā€™t punish your kid for sleeping late, make sure theyā€™re okay and maybe, if they feel they need more sleep, add an extra hour on in the morning or something. Saying that if he doesnā€™t wake up on time there will be consequences, which will stress him out and stop him sleeping, maybe even motivating him to stay up all night instead of risking oversleeping. We donā€™t have control over when we wake up, and if heā€™s sleeping through alarms, something needs to change. Maybe even changing the sound will help, but you gotta try and find a solution to whatever is causing him to oversleep, not make him feel bad for it and, in the process, lose his trust.Also, just so you know, postive reinforcement (giving a reward) and negative reinforcement (temoving something bad - such as painkillers removing a headache) work miles better than punishment (destroying something they love and are proud of).
        

            
            

                
                
                    quecksilvereyes:

blackqueerblog:
Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




also????? wake up your kid if they donā€™t hear their alarm????? dont do this????


I get the point on needing to be able to wake up by himself, but 1 - alarms donā€™t promote that either and 2 - heā€™s 9.If heā€™s sleeping in, especially at a younger age? Thereā€™s something wrong. Kids tend to wale up early, have high energy, etc. Heā€™s either unable to sleep at night due to the monotony of the day not taking up enough energy, or being in lockdown has been affecting his mental health, which will make him more tired, or maybe heā€™s feeling ill and sees no reason to mention it because it wonā€™t affect anything, or who knows what else. Donā€™t punish your kid for sleeping late, make sure theyā€™re okay and maybe, if they feel they need more sleep, add an extra hour on in the morning or something. Saying that if he doesnā€™t wake up on time there will be consequences, which will stress him out and stop him sleeping, maybe even motivating him to stay up all night instead of risking oversleeping. We donā€™t have control over when we wake up, and if heā€™s sleeping through alarms, something needs to change. Maybe even changing the sound will help, but you gotta try and find a solution to whatever is causing him to oversleep, not make him feel bad for it and, in the process, lose his trust.Also, just so you know, postive reinforcement (giving a reward) and negative reinforcement (temoving something bad - such as painkillers removing a headache) work miles better than punishment (destroying something they love and are proud of).: quecksilvereyes:

blackqueerblog:
Some parents really donā€™t understand the difference between actual discipline and hurting your kids.

This teaches a kid nothing except needing to hide what makes them happy because theyā€™re scared their parents will destroy it.




also????? wake up your kid if they donā€™t hear their alarm????? dont do this????


I get the point on needing to be able to wake up by himself, but 1 - alarms donā€™t promote that either and 2 - heā€™s 9.If heā€™s sleeping in, especially at a younger age? Thereā€™s something wrong. Kids tend to wale up early, have high energy, etc. Heā€™s either unable to sleep at night due to the monotony of the day not taking up enough energy, or being in lockdown has been affecting his mental health, which will make him more tired, or maybe heā€™s feeling ill and sees no reason to mention it because it wonā€™t affect anything, or who knows what else. Donā€™t punish your kid for sleeping late, make sure theyā€™re okay and maybe, if they feel they need more sleep, add an extra hour on in the morning or something. Saying that if he doesnā€™t wake up on time there will be consequences, which will stress him out and stop him sleeping, maybe even motivating him to stay up all night instead of risking oversleeping. We donā€™t have control over when we wake up, and if heā€™s sleeping through alarms, something needs to change. Maybe even changing the sound will help, but you gotta try and find a solution to whatever is causing him to oversleep, not make him feel bad for it and, in the process, lose his trust.Also, just so you know, postive reinforcement (giving a reward) and negative reinforcement (temoving something bad - such as painkillers removing a headache) work miles better than punishment (destroying something they love and are proud of).
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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campdracula5eva:

sorayachemaly:

Even little kids have a wage gap
Boys, on average, spend two fewer hours doing household chores per week than girls do (they play two hours more).
If they live in households where children are compensated for doing chores, boys make and save more money. Ā 
A 2009 study conducted by University of Michigan economists found a two-hour gender disparity in responsibilities per week in a study of 3,000 kids.
75 percent of girls had chores, while just 65 percent of boys do
This disparity in chores and free time continues into adulthood allĀ over the world. Ā  According to theĀ Organisation of Economic Co-operation and DevelopmentĀ (OECD),Ā men ā€œreport spending more time in activities counted as leisure than women. Gender differences in leisure time are wide across OECD countries.ā€

YearĀ afterĀ year, studies repeatedlyĀ confirmĀ these patterns.
The problems women face with unequal pay and housework duties actually start in childhood.
The fact that boysā€™ chores appear to beĀ more profitableĀ makes the childhood chore gap even more disturbing. Turns out, parents tend toĀ valueĀ the work that boys do more.Ā 
Gender stereotypes dictate these patterns.Ā 
men who grow up with sisters do less housework than their spouses and are also significantly more socially conservative.

Just had to bold that bottom point there because of the amount of misogynists who claim that because they have women in their family, they canā€™t POSSIBLY be sexist ever.Ā 

oh my fucking god
: nocakeno:
campdracula5eva:

sorayachemaly:

Even little kids have a wage gap
Boys, on average, spend two fewer hours doing household chores per week than girls do (they play two hours more).
If they live in households where children are compensated for doing chores, boys make and save more money. Ā 
A 2009 study conducted by University of Michigan economists found a two-hour gender disparity in responsibilities per week in a study of 3,000 kids.
75 percent of girls had chores, while just 65 percent of boys do
This disparity in chores and free time continues into adulthood allĀ over the world. Ā  According to theĀ Organisation of Economic Co-operation and DevelopmentĀ (OECD),Ā men ā€œreport spending more time in activities counted as leisure than women. Gender differences in leisure time are wide across OECD countries.ā€

YearĀ afterĀ year, studies repeatedlyĀ confirmĀ these patterns.
The problems women face with unequal pay and housework duties actually start in childhood.
The fact that boysā€™ chores appear to beĀ more profitableĀ makes the childhood chore gap even more disturbing. Turns out, parents tend toĀ valueĀ the work that boys do more.Ā 
Gender stereotypes dictate these patterns.Ā 
men who grow up with sisters do less housework than their spouses and are also significantly more socially conservative.

Just had to bold that bottom point there because of the amount of misogynists who claim that because they have women in their family, they canā€™t POSSIBLY be sexist ever.Ā 

oh my fucking god

        

            
            

                
                
                    nocakeno:
campdracula5eva:

sorayachemaly:

Even little kids have a wage gap
Boys, on average, spend two fewer hours doing household chores per week than girls do (they play two hours more).
If they live in households where children are compensated for doing chores, boys make and save more money. Ā 
A 2009 study conducted by University of Michigan economists found a two-hour gender disparity in responsibilities per week in a study of 3,000 kids.
75 percent of girls had chores, while just 65 percent of boys do
This disparity in chores and free time continues into adulthood allĀ over the world. Ā  According to theĀ Organisation of Economic Co-operation and DevelopmentĀ (OECD),Ā men ā€œreport spending more time in activities counted as leisure than women. Gender differences in leisure time are wide across OECD countries.ā€

YearĀ afterĀ year, studies repeatedlyĀ confirmĀ these patterns.
The problems women face with unequal pay and housework duties actually start in childhood.
The fact that boysā€™ chores appear to beĀ more profitableĀ makes the childhood chore gap even more disturbing. Turns out, parents tend toĀ valueĀ the work that boys do more.Ā 
Gender stereotypes dictate these patterns.Ā 
men who grow up with sisters do less housework than their spouses and are also significantly more socially conservative.

Just had to bold that bottom point there because of the amount of misogynists who claim that because they have women in their family, they canā€™t POSSIBLY be sexist ever.Ā 

oh my fucking god
: nocakeno:
campdracula5eva:

sorayachemaly:

Even little kids have a wage gap
Boys, on average, spend two fewer hours doing household chores per week than girls do (they play two hours more).
If they live in households where children are compensated for doing chores, boys make and save more money. Ā 
A 2009 study conducted by University of Michigan economists found a two-hour gender disparity in responsibilities per week in a study of 3,000 kids.
75 percent of girls had chores, while just 65 percent of boys do
This disparity in chores and free time continues into adulthood allĀ over the world. Ā  According to theĀ Organisation of Economic Co-operation and DevelopmentĀ (OECD),Ā men ā€œreport spending more time in activities counted as leisure than women. Gender differences in leisure time are wide across OECD countries.ā€

YearĀ afterĀ year, studies repeatedlyĀ confirmĀ these patterns.
The problems women face with unequal pay and housework duties actually start in childhood.
The fact that boysā€™ chores appear to beĀ more profitableĀ makes the childhood chore gap even more disturbing. Turns out, parents tend toĀ valueĀ the work that boys do more.Ā 
Gender stereotypes dictate these patterns.Ā 
men who grow up with sisters do less housework than their spouses and are also significantly more socially conservative.

Just had to bold that bottom point there because of the amount of misogynists who claim that because they have women in their family, they canā€™t POSSIBLY be sexist ever.Ā 

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dragonsateyourtoast:

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otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but sheā€™s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaidā€™s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
: cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but sheā€™s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaidā€™s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

        

            
            

                
                
                    cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but sheā€™s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaidā€™s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but sheā€™s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaidā€™s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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updogonline:

It took me 3 watches to realize the door is cardboard and this man is not just freakishly strong.



I assure you this is a standard interior door, usually only exterior doors are solid. 

You can see the inside of the cardboard though.
This isnā€™t a real door, itā€™s a prop from a movie or TV set.



it has a paper honeycomb for rigidity, and thatā€™s how interior doors are made for modern construction in the USA. 




y'all have never kicked a hole in your bedroom door in a flurry of teenage hormonal rage and it shows

If I kicked my bedroom door Iā€™d more likely break my foot than the door.



I always thought people punching through doors or shoving people through doors was just from the movies. Doors in my country are generally solid planks of wood, a polymer of sorts, or metal.



American homes are made extremely cheaply and arenā€™t built to last.
Steam from hot showers seeps into wall which are not treated to handle moisture, and mold grows in the walls.
Almost every wall or floor is made out of plywood.
Flimsy roofing that can withstand a run of the mill heavy storm, but not much more than that.
Weak foundations that wouldnā€™t hold up at all if it werenā€™t for how light and plywood-y the overall house is.
Not every American house is this shitty in all of these ways, but the vast majority of them are, and almost all of them have at least one of these problems. Even rich peopleā€™s homes.
Read this article.
https://dengarden.com/misc/American-Houses-and-Bad-Quality
Then watch this video.



Are we just ignoring this original post was about the OP looking for Elf Pussy or are we just totally past that? 



Itā€™s already been answered that there is no elf pussy here, so why dwell? šŸ¤·šŸ¾ā€ā™‚ļø

Iā€™m in Canada. I havenā€™t noticed any door be quite that flimsy. You could kick a hole in some of them (the hollow ones) but not right through, and not without hurting yourself.



It also depends on how old your house is. My parents house is from the 80s and all the doors are solid wood



Yeah my parents were the first people to live in our house so it would have been built in the same decade. I remember my mom saying that she liked how the doors were solid wood, and little me was confused bc I thought all doors were made of wood



do y'all,,,, not have stone walls,,,,?



No we donā€™t, usually just plywood or plasterboard with wooden frames for support. If it is stone itā€™s usually just a ā€œfeature wallā€ that is made of the aforementioned materials but with a thin layer of stone glued on.
Basically this but just with paint over the plasterboard, American houses (or at least new ones) are built to look nice but ware easily.



why would anyone build something like that? didnā€™t the pig with the wood house get killed or something? donā€™t y'all learn from your childhood?

I live in AZ and one of my exterior doors is Styrofoam.
Literally Styrofoam with a flexible plastic plate over it.
You could kick right through it.Ā  Or, if you felt like sneaking in and murdering me, cut through it with a kitchen knife.Ā Ā 
Needless to say Iā€™m having it replaced.



-laughs in solid wooden door-: sonneillonv:

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charlesoberonn:


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charlesoberonn:


updogonline:

It took me 3 watches to realize the door is cardboard and this man is not just freakishly strong.



I assure you this is a standard interior door, usually only exterior doors are solid. 

You can see the inside of the cardboard though.
This isnā€™t a real door, itā€™s a prop from a movie or TV set.



it has a paper honeycomb for rigidity, and thatā€™s how interior doors are made for modern construction in the USA. 




y'all have never kicked a hole in your bedroom door in a flurry of teenage hormonal rage and it shows

If I kicked my bedroom door Iā€™d more likely break my foot than the door.



I always thought people punching through doors or shoving people through doors was just from the movies. Doors in my country are generally solid planks of wood, a polymer of sorts, or metal.



American homes are made extremely cheaply and arenā€™t built to last.
Steam from hot showers seeps into wall which are not treated to handle moisture, and mold grows in the walls.
Almost every wall or floor is made out of plywood.
Flimsy roofing that can withstand a run of the mill heavy storm, but not much more than that.
Weak foundations that wouldnā€™t hold up at all if it werenā€™t for how light and plywood-y the overall house is.
Not every American house is this shitty in all of these ways, but the vast majority of them are, and almost all of them have at least one of these problems. Even rich peopleā€™s homes.
Read this article.
https://dengarden.com/misc/American-Houses-and-Bad-Quality
Then watch this video.



Are we just ignoring this original post was about the OP looking for Elf Pussy or are we just totally past that? 



Itā€™s already been answered that there is no elf pussy here, so why dwell? šŸ¤·šŸ¾ā€ā™‚ļø

Iā€™m in Canada. I havenā€™t noticed any door be quite that flimsy. You could kick a hole in some of them (the hollow ones) but not right through, and not without hurting yourself.



It also depends on how old your house is. My parents house is from the 80s and all the doors are solid wood



Yeah my parents were the first people to live in our house so it would have been built in the same decade. I remember my mom saying that she liked how the doors were solid wood, and little me was confused bc I thought all doors were made of wood



do y'all,,,, not have stone walls,,,,?



No we donā€™t, usually just plywood or plasterboard with wooden frames for support. If it is stone itā€™s usually just a ā€œfeature wallā€ that is made of the aforementioned materials but with a thin layer of stone glued on.
Basically this but just with paint over the plasterboard, American houses (or at least new ones) are built to look nice but ware easily.



why would anyone build something like that? didnā€™t the pig with the wood house get killed or something? donā€™t y'all learn from your childhood?

I live in AZ and one of my exterior doors is Styrofoam.
Literally Styrofoam with a flexible plastic plate over it.
You could kick right through it.Ā  Or, if you felt like sneaking in and murdering me, cut through it with a kitchen knife.Ā Ā 
Needless to say Iā€™m having it replaced.



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updogonline:

It took me 3 watches to realize the door is cardboard and this man is not just freakishly strong.



I assure you this is a standard interior door, usually only exterior doors are solid. 

You can see the inside of the cardboard though.
This isnā€™t a real door, itā€™s a prop from a movie or TV set.



it has a paper honeycomb for rigidity, and thatā€™s how interior doors are made for modern construction in the USA. 




y'all have never kicked a hole in your bedroom door in a flurry of teenage hormonal rage and it shows

If I kicked my bedroom door Iā€™d more likely break my foot than the door.



I always thought people punching through doors or shoving people through doors was just from the movies. Doors in my country are generally solid planks of wood, a polymer of sorts, or metal.



American homes are made extremely cheaply and arenā€™t built to last.
Steam from hot showers seeps into wall which are not treated to handle moisture, and mold grows in the walls.
Almost every wall or floor is made out of plywood.
Flimsy roofing that can withstand a run of the mill heavy storm, but not much more than that.
Weak foundations that wouldnā€™t hold up at all if it werenā€™t for how light and plywood-y the overall house is.
Not every American house is this shitty in all of these ways, but the vast majority of them are, and almost all of them have at least one of these problems. Even rich peopleā€™s homes.
Read this article.
https://dengarden.com/misc/American-Houses-and-Bad-Quality
Then watch this video.



Are we just ignoring this original post was about the OP looking for Elf Pussy or are we just totally past that? 



Itā€™s already been answered that there is no elf pussy here, so why dwell? šŸ¤·šŸ¾ā€ā™‚ļø

Iā€™m in Canada. I havenā€™t noticed any door be quite that flimsy. You could kick a hole in some of them (the hollow ones) but not right through, and not without hurting yourself.



It also depends on how old your house is. My parents house is from the 80s and all the doors are solid wood



Yeah my parents were the first people to live in our house so it would have been built in the same decade. I remember my mom saying that she liked how the doors were solid wood, and little me was confused bc I thought all doors were made of wood



do y'all,,,, not have stone walls,,,,?



No we donā€™t, usually just plywood or plasterboard with wooden frames for support. If it is stone itā€™s usually just a ā€œfeature wallā€ that is made of the aforementioned materials but with a thin layer of stone glued on.
Basically this but just with paint over the plasterboard, American houses (or at least new ones) are built to look nice but ware easily.



why would anyone build something like that? didnā€™t the pig with the wood house get killed or something? donā€™t y'all learn from your childhood?

I live in AZ and one of my exterior doors is Styrofoam.
Literally Styrofoam with a flexible plastic plate over it.
You could kick right through it.Ā  Or, if you felt like sneaking in and murdering me, cut through it with a kitchen knife.Ā Ā 
Needless to say Iā€™m having it replaced.



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updogonline:

It took me 3 watches to realize the door is cardboard and this man is not just freakishly strong.



I assure you this is a standard interior door, usually only exterior doors are solid. 

You can see the inside of the cardboard though.
This isnā€™t a real door, itā€™s a prop from a movie or TV set.



it has a paper honeycomb for rigidity, and thatā€™s how interior doors are made for modern construction in the USA. 




y'all have never kicked a hole in your bedroom door in a flurry of teenage hormonal rage and it shows

If I kicked my bedroom door Iā€™d more likely break my foot than the door.



I always thought people punching through doors or shoving people through doors was just from the movies. Doors in my country are generally solid planks of wood, a polymer of sorts, or metal.



American homes are made extremely cheaply and arenā€™t built to last.
Steam from hot showers seeps into wall which are not treated to handle moisture, and mold grows in the walls.
Almost every wall or floor is made out of plywood.
Flimsy roofing that can withstand a run of the mill heavy storm, but not much more than that.
Weak foundations that wouldnā€™t hold up at all if it werenā€™t for how light and plywood-y the overall house is.
Not every American house is this shitty in all of these ways, but the vast majority of them are, and almost all of them have at least one of these problems. Even rich peopleā€™s homes.
Read this article.
https://dengarden.com/misc/American-Houses-and-Bad-Quality
Then watch this video.



Are we just ignoring this original post was about the OP looking for Elf Pussy or are we just totally past that? 



Itā€™s already been answered that there is no elf pussy here, so why dwell? šŸ¤·šŸ¾ā€ā™‚ļø

Iā€™m in Canada. I havenā€™t noticed any door be quite that flimsy. You could kick a hole in some of them (the hollow ones) but not right through, and not without hurting yourself.



It also depends on how old your house is. My parents house is from the 80s and all the doors are solid wood



Yeah my parents were the first people to live in our house so it would have been built in the same decade. I remember my mom saying that she liked how the doors were solid wood, and little me was confused bc I thought all doors were made of wood



do y'all,,,, not have stone walls,,,,?



No we donā€™t, usually just plywood or plasterboard with wooden frames for support. If it is stone itā€™s usually just a ā€œfeature wallā€ that is made of the aforementioned materials but with a thin layer of stone glued on.
Basically this but just with paint over the plasterboard, American houses (or at least new ones) are built to look nice but ware easily.



why would anyone build something like that? didnā€™t the pig with the wood house get killed or something? donā€™t y'all learn from your childhood?

I live in AZ and one of my exterior doors is Styrofoam.
Literally Styrofoam with a flexible plastic plate over it.
You could kick right through it.Ā  Or, if you felt like sneaking in and murdering me, cut through it with a kitchen knife.Ā Ā 
Needless to say Iā€™m having it replaced.



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        stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would doā€”I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isnā€™t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that Iā€™m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
Iā€™ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, Iā€™m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. Iā€™m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldnā€™t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. Iā€™m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. Iā€™ve already improved my personal hygieneā€”itā€™s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. Iā€™ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. Iā€™m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isnā€™t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infectedā€¦
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasnā€™t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that havenā€™t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didnā€™t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I havenā€™t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, Iā€™m sitting at my desk listening to The Weekndā€™s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. Iā€™m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weekndā€™s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, Iā€™m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me. 

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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