men and women are not opposites. men and women are not enemies. men and women are two parts of a broad coalition which fights against a mutual enemy: inkjet printers

RAM should cost $1 and every AI-peddling CEO should be fed to a large Beast

they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.

Lots of Azul today

angst? nahhh who would do such a thing- me. I will.

First image ever of chiikawa

if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain

The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.

not a female 👍

pause everybody take notes. real trans ally

I love the whole “new twisted characters from events around Halloween time live at ramshackle au” more than anything. Partially because it’s super cute and sweet, we take in the troubled misfits from the streets. But also because the selection gets progressively worse as time goes on.

We start with Rollo. He’s in school just like everyone else. It makes sense. He’s a little uptight and judgmental. Plus he tried to upturn the world by obliterating magic but hey, so has Idia and he’s still around.

Then we have Ernesto and Gino. A guy who is clearly in his twenties, but he has a cute little little brother-like companion with him. Besides Leona is in his twenties—so who cares? It’s not like he committed some kind of horrible crime we don’t talk about We’ll give him a pass. Rollo isn’t that fond of Ernesto, who is essentially leeching off the Ramshackle Prefect. But he doesn’t mind Gino as much, quiet and practically magicless.

Then we get back to a teen, albeit one that’s long gone—Skully. But he’s basically around the same age as everyone else at NRC. He’s a lively addition and the ghostly trio is certainly fond of him. He seems to get along well with Gino and Ernesto. Rollo still keeps his distance—but he’s like that with everyone.

And then one day a 40-something chaotic evil fae of legend (who I’m pretty sure speaks in the third person?) with a pet centipede tattoo shows up at the front door and they are FLABBERGASTED. Ernesto knows you have a few screws loose to let him stay, but this is a whole new level. Yuu, prefect, sweetie, honey, do nOT LET THAT MAN IN THE HOUSE annnd you did it.

I love this fanart so much. It captures the determination and desperation the boys have while trying to defeat Swing. All of them grabbing him and tying him with whatever is on hand. The blood on their faces shows how furiously they fought against him.

Ruggie holding the coin symbolizes how that coin led to Swing's defeat, letting that simple part of metal throw him off so much that it gave an advantage to his enemies.

Robert watching as his coworkers invited themselves to his apartment to throw a party while he was in his underwear/not planning on having people at his place:

Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”

I…

Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:

Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.

Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.

Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.

Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”

TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:

Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.

I actually ADORE it when a character crashes out. Let them YELL let them SCREAM let them HURT THOSE AROUND THEM with or without meaning to. I need to see more crash outs

mom found the yaoi

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