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the only words i don't get are "lame and "dumb"
they're so divorced from their original meanings now
other slurs, you know what group they're refering too
but when people use lame now, it's targeted at uncool things, not disabled people
this looks like trying to start an sj argument
they're so divorced from their original meanings now
other slurs, you know what group they're refering too
but when people use lame now, it's targeted at uncool things, not disabled people
this looks like trying to start an sj argument
i saw an ad today for the lottery
50 million dollars
fuck idek what i'd do with 1 million bucks, what the hell would i do with 50 million?
more to the point how and why is it possible that one person (or a small group of people) could conceivably win 50 million dollars when some ppl can barely pay to make it through college, or even to eat
50 million dollars
fuck idek what i'd do with 1 million bucks, what the hell would i do with 50 million?
more to the point how and why is it possible that one person (or a small group of people) could conceivably win 50 million dollars when some ppl can barely pay to make it through college, or even to eat
http://hms-anon.dreamwidth.org/50936.html?thread=238538232
wait what does this mean?
wait what does this mean?
can it be piss and moan about able bodied ppl time
even my gf, who is gr8 the vast majority of the time, gets pissy at me sometimes when i can't do chores that involve repetitive motions or heavy lifting bc baaaaw she always takes the trash out and mops!!
yeah, bc u doing it doesn't put you in agony for days on end. fuckin deal
even my gf, who is gr8 the vast majority of the time, gets pissy at me sometimes when i can't do chores that involve repetitive motions or heavy lifting bc baaaaw she always takes the trash out and mops!!
yeah, bc u doing it doesn't put you in agony for days on end. fuckin deal
i h8 seeing "hope u ded" comments
im superstitious and am always afraid it will happen to someone bc someone said it
im superstitious and am always afraid it will happen to someone bc someone said it
http://spnanonhaven.livejournal.com/22559.html#comments
i like how suddenly anon is so concerned with ableism when this morning they was loling at ppl complaining about ableist slurs
anyone who messes up once with sj or says a bigoted comment deserves to die!
there was a biba on the last page saying ramen is easy to make
do you have a reliable recipe (that isn't mr noodle)? i would love to make some.
do you have a reliable recipe (that isn't mr noodle)? i would love to make some.
remember when coalie said "hurr" and didn't get why it was offensive
Jared cringes. “The nurse said they need to monitor it. Checking the heartbeat and testing for possible infection before they decide what to do.”
“The baby’s not ready yet. He isn’t due for another 3 weeks.” Jensen can’t stem the constant flow of tears falling down his face. He squirms in his seat feeling sore and edgy. His back aches and he can only find a little ease in pulling up his shirt and rubbing the tight skin stretched over his baby.
Jared never takes his eyes off the road and when he speaks, his tone is curt and brusque. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Jensen. I don’t know a single thing about pregnancies and births. It’s not like I knew about any of this. What the fuck were you thinking hiding something like that from me?”
Jensen registers Jared’s voice but is too anxious about the baby to process any of what he is saying. He always imagined the moments before the birth of his first child to be completely different. To worry about whether the baby is even going to make it until its birth was not part of the plan. New sobs escape him and all he wants to do is protect his baby, so he continuously strokes his belly and murmurs soft words to his unborn child.
“We’re here.” Jared pulls the car to a stop and is halfway out the door before turning back to Jensen. “Stay here, I’ll just go and find some help.”
“The baby’s not ready yet. He isn’t due for another 3 weeks.” Jensen can’t stem the constant flow of tears falling down his face. He squirms in his seat feeling sore and edgy. His back aches and he can only find a little ease in pulling up his shirt and rubbing the tight skin stretched over his baby.
Jared never takes his eyes off the road and when he speaks, his tone is curt and brusque. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Jensen. I don’t know a single thing about pregnancies and births. It’s not like I knew about any of this. What the fuck were you thinking hiding something like that from me?”
Jensen registers Jared’s voice but is too anxious about the baby to process any of what he is saying. He always imagined the moments before the birth of his first child to be completely different. To worry about whether the baby is even going to make it until its birth was not part of the plan. New sobs escape him and all he wants to do is protect his baby, so he continuously strokes his belly and murmurs soft words to his unborn child.
“We’re here.” Jared pulls the car to a stop and is halfway out the door before turning back to Jensen. “Stay here, I’ll just go and find some help.”
tbh, i like that anon can have these discussions and actually confront shitty attitudes/stereotypes/myths and problematic stuff instead of it being the hivemind that some people accuse us of or places like shakesville
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