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hms_anon2015-06-19 01:28 pm
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In wake of the Charleston Church shooting please content warn your discussion of the event on anon.
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This anon is dying to see Alfred as Mr. Jones, the bizarre new teacher at World Academy who's maybe a little /too/ enthusiastic with his Earth and Space and/or Physics lessons, but somehow still manages to make people learn...without them even realizing it! =O
Even more, she is dying to see Student A's blossoming crush and ensuing pursuit of a relationship with the oblivious teacher (preferably successful, and with some kinky student-topping-teacher sexytiems in the classroom).
No real preference for Student A, because I support Al with anyone...but Bonus Points will be awarded for Japan, Korea, Estonia...or Canada (the first three because techy/nerdy students crushing on a quirky/enthusiastic science teacher seems oddly appropriate...and Canada because the quiet!student secretly daydreaming of screwing the teacher in the middle of class is just unf)
Even more, she is dying to see Student A's blossoming crush and ensuing pursuit of a relationship with the oblivious teacher (preferably successful, and with some kinky student-topping-teacher sexytiems in the classroom).
No real preference for Student A, because I support Al with anyone...but Bonus Points will be awarded for Japan, Korea, Estonia...or Canada (the first three because techy/nerdy students crushing on a quirky/enthusiastic science teacher seems oddly appropriate...and Canada because the quiet!student secretly daydreaming of screwing the teacher in the middle of class is just unf)
"In the brave new Galtian world of corporate America, which includes Hollywood, a peon is to do whatever they are told, wholeheartedly, and be glad they have a job at all."
You could not have made yourself sound more ignorant if you were actively trying. "Galtian". Oh, brother. Gotta love you sort who don't let the fact that you know absolutely nothing about Ayn Rand or her books stop you from tearing your hair out over them. Had you actually known THE first thing about Atlas Shrugged, you'd realize how contradictory your statement is. All the moreso since you're no doubt just another regressive Leftist who feels that everybody must bow down and surrender all rights and earned income to almighty Big Brother Government, but rants and raves incoherently about how anyone can think and act for themselves is a "peon".
You could not have made yourself sound more ignorant if you were actively trying. "Galtian". Oh, brother. Gotta love you sort who don't let the fact that you know absolutely nothing about Ayn Rand or her books stop you from tearing your hair out over them. Had you actually known THE first thing about Atlas Shrugged, you'd realize how contradictory your statement is. All the moreso since you're no doubt just another regressive Leftist who feels that everybody must bow down and surrender all rights and earned income to almighty Big Brother Government, but rants and raves incoherently about how anyone can think and act for themselves is a "peon".
It's hms_anon, they hate asexuals because they can't comprehend not banging a new guy every week while claiming to hate men.
For anyone feeling discouraged, forgotten about, and left out this pride month, I just want you to know that there was a big ace flag hung up in a bookstore near me yesterday. We're being recognized, slowly but surely. Keep going, you matter and you are just as much a part of this community as anyone else.
Someone asked me about my opinions on aromantic spectrums, and I had to stop and laugh because “aromantic spectrum” itself is hilarious.
I have no opinion because nothing on the aromantic spectrum is real or valid.
You’re either aromantic or you’re romantic.
It’s just like asexuality.
You’re not demi/gray/litho/fae/shitromantic or sexual.
If you identify with any of these spectrum bullshit identities you are doing so much fucking damage to the LGBT community because you’re invading a space where you do not belong. Get the fuck out.
I have no opinion because nothing on the aromantic spectrum is real or valid.
You’re either aromantic or you’re romantic.
It’s just like asexuality.
You’re not demi/gray/litho/fae/shitromantic or sexual.
If you identify with any of these spectrum bullshit identities you are doing so much fucking damage to the LGBT community because you’re invading a space where you do not belong. Get the fuck out.
Just the idea of sex with another person squicks me out and kissing feels kinda weird and wet. I'm autistic so I don't know how much of this is related to sensory issues and social anxiety that come with that. But I have a girlfriend and she is so wonderful and supportive. I know she's sexually attracted to me but most days I just cant see myself ever wanting to have sex with her. But I also know you have to make compromises in relationships. Do you have advice on negotiation and where lines go?
It's hard to keep the rainclouds out
When the windows never close
The house feels like a graveyard now
Like the floorboards hide the bones
And I have lost your face
It slips between my fingers now
And all the world is gray
As though you took the colors with you
When you went and passed away
I remember how the bedroom looked
When you left to see your lord
The sheets were a mess
And your clothes were all wrecked
In a pile by the door
And though my blood runs the same as it did before
Only difference is now I barely feel it anymore
So I collected all our plans and crimes
And set them all alight
The only thing that bound me to this place
You took with you when you died
So goodbye, goodbye
https://twitter.com/gtgc*nt
wtf is wrong with kids
wtf is wrong with kids
My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like, say, having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize, sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. But that’s not how it works.
Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.
But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they were able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.
It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me. It is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what has been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.
idk why this post makes me want to puke
Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.
But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they were able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.
It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me. It is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what has been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.
idk why this post makes me want to puke
Not going to really comment much on the Charleston shooting thing because honestly, why bother.
It’s becoming an irritating cycle. Black person/people are killed by a white person, the media does what media does best, people get mad. Assumptions are thrown around, nobody wants to hear the facts, oppression olympics begin once more as both black people and actually racist white people start pointing fingers. The non racist white people who are tired of the killings just get drawn into the blanket of “all white people are dangerous.”
Then it’s the whole, “He’s not mentally ill, he’s JUST racist and nothing else” despite the fact that there’s a fuck ton of racists out there who don’t have the stones or the motive to go out shooting people.
And then it all just dissipates into another eight hundred Black Lives Matter protest signs. People either take up those signs and violently protests with all their heart, or they stumble around with the others, knowing that they’ll lose all their friends if they don’t protest whether or not they truly believe the protest will help. People who see the big picture get screamed at and thrown in with the racists because they’re not getting as angry as everyone else.
Sometimes I hate that I view most things with an omniscient point of view (I wasn’t sure what word would be appropriate here). I ruminate to unhealthy extents. And today at work, I was thinking, “Yeah, he’s a racist, but he could also be a sociopath, have shit parents, grew up badly, bad influences, ect. Or all of the fucking above.”
It’s becoming an irritating cycle. Black person/people are killed by a white person, the media does what media does best, people get mad. Assumptions are thrown around, nobody wants to hear the facts, oppression olympics begin once more as both black people and actually racist white people start pointing fingers. The non racist white people who are tired of the killings just get drawn into the blanket of “all white people are dangerous.”
Then it’s the whole, “He’s not mentally ill, he’s JUST racist and nothing else” despite the fact that there’s a fuck ton of racists out there who don’t have the stones or the motive to go out shooting people.
And then it all just dissipates into another eight hundred Black Lives Matter protest signs. People either take up those signs and violently protests with all their heart, or they stumble around with the others, knowing that they’ll lose all their friends if they don’t protest whether or not they truly believe the protest will help. People who see the big picture get screamed at and thrown in with the racists because they’re not getting as angry as everyone else.
Sometimes I hate that I view most things with an omniscient point of view (I wasn’t sure what word would be appropriate here). I ruminate to unhealthy extents. And today at work, I was thinking, “Yeah, he’s a racist, but he could also be a sociopath, have shit parents, grew up badly, bad influences, ect. Or all of the fucking above.”
and if we tolerate this
then our children will be next
then our children will be next
#FREETHEPITS is just a bunch of nasty ass girls
i went to see the merchant of venice today
wow, a lot of characters to hate. and yes, shylock probably should have been merciful and taken the money, but how fucking dare those characters lecture him on how he should show mercy to antonio, and frankly if i was him those lectures would probably make me want to kill him too
wow, a lot of characters to hate. and yes, shylock probably should have been merciful and taken the money, but how fucking dare those characters lecture him on how he should show mercy to antonio, and frankly if i was him those lectures would probably make me want to kill him too
If all women need to be feminists because a previous wave of feminism gave them their rights, then all black people should be Republicans since it was Republicans who freed them from slavery and gave them rights. If your response to that is “Well, the Republican Party has changed”, then consider this: So has feminism.
Sometimes, I look up to chickens. Seriously. Most of the time, we are so caught up in trying to be like everyone else that we forget to appreciate what makes us different. Every individual is bound to discover something about themselves that makes them stand out in a crowd, we tend to think that unless a person acts like us or shares the same ideas as us, he/she is not worthy of our time, friendship, or trust, casting the person as “different” like it is something to be ashamed of. Quite the opposite is true, finding out what makes you exclusively you is as worthy and important as it gets. No one deserves to feel bad for who they are; no one should be made to feel unimportant for standing out.
its funny how people who are spamming the royed tag don’t say shit about hohenheim and trisha elric, when he knew her when she was like 5 years old and he was well over a hundred years, AND they went on and got married later yeah you don’t say shit about that
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Had a Steven Universe dream last night.
In it, Rose Quartz was still around but invisible, and always near Steven. She basicaly hung out as a spirit and did running commentary on everything that happened even though no one could see or hear her.
The other SU dream I had was the crystal gems, Greg and Steven visiing Heaven and Rose Quartz talking privately to Pearl about how she needs to let her go/direct that worshipful attitude to God instead of Rose. Oh, and she and Steven huggd it was adorable.
In it, Rose Quartz was still around but invisible, and always near Steven. She basicaly hung out as a spirit and did running commentary on everything that happened even though no one could see or hear her.
The other SU dream I had was the crystal gems, Greg and Steven visiing Heaven and Rose Quartz talking privately to Pearl about how she needs to let her go/direct that worshipful attitude to God instead of Rose. Oh, and she and Steven huggd it was adorable.
the ink is black
the page is white
together we learn to read and write
to read and write
and now the child
can understand
this is the rule of all the land
all the laaaaaaaaaand
the ink is black
the page is white
together we learn to read and write
to read and write
the page is white
together we learn to read and write
to read and write
and now the child
can understand
this is the rule of all the land
all the laaaaaaaaaand
the ink is black
the page is white
together we learn to read and write
to read and write
when someone knows you're mad at them and they message you with just
'Hi...'
something about the tone in that ellipses just makes me irritated over again
'Hi...'
something about the tone in that ellipses just makes me irritated over again
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