I’m tired of people saying that this is ‘a safe space for all’ but when I talk about my cursed amulet one time suddenly I’m 'a danger to us all’ and 'need to destroy the damnèd thing’. Honestly you people
Actually, no joke, the marachino cherries you put on sundaes really aren’t red. They’re made from cherries like the Queen Anne variety, which are yellow and pink. They are dyed red.
Yes. With the blood of ferrets.
Fact I didn’t just make up, it’s often with insect-derived dyes, which is why some brands are not kosher.
You know when someone goes “Oh, you’re autistic? You should meet my buddy Ronathon he’s autistic you’ll love him he’s great” and you meet him and he’s the fucking worst
And I should clarify the point Im making is not “I’m *special* and *different* and *better*” it’s “Autism is not adefining personality trait”
It’s like the same as “oh, you’re gay? You should meet my buddy ronathon he’s gay you’ll love him he’s great” or “oh, you’re Hispanic? You should meet my friend ronathon he’s Hispanic you’ll love him he’s great” or “oh you’re a woman? You should meet my friend ronatha she’s also a woman you’ll love her she’s great” and then they’re always totally different from you. Like, people like to go, oh I know two people with this same weird thing about them so that means they’re the same they should be friends, but that never works because your descriptors don’t define your personality and it’s super annoying that people do that.
This is a good addition but I need to add that I am Delighted you continued to use fake name I pulled from my butt. Like ah shit it’s Ronathan
tumblr is not social media to me. it is a little scrapbook I pass between a circle of my mutuals. look at this little sticker here. look at my little poem there. look at the drawing of the sad man from that cw show you hate beside these sunset photos. sure you can add to a page
Some Narinder!! I’ve been thinkin bout him. He’s just out here chillin and reading books and watching birds. Tbh I’ve just been iffy on how I draw him for a while so this was mostly just to experiment a little bit. But he’s havin a good time yk??
Anyways. These were fun, that’s all I’ve got, have a good day y'all o7
Do not think otherwise. I am your eternal rival, I hate you to the bitter end, even if I instinctively clung to your arm during the scary drop on the roller coaster,
CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years
My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation.
My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?”
My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them.
My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]
My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH.
My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.
My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you.
CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years
My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation.
My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?”
My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them.
My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]
My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH.
My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.
My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you.
CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years
My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation.
My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?”
My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them.
My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]
My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH.
My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.
My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you.
My ethics professor once told our class that society justifies hating fat people by saying they overburden the healthcare system but no one uses that excuse to hate high level athletes who also disproportionately use the healthcare system
Just letting you know if you’re in an argument with a trans man and you call him “dramatic”, “hysterical”, “girl”, “bitch”, “cunt”, etc. you’re actually not subtle with your misogyny
People on this website genuinely believe that acting in self defense is a violent act.
The Black Panthers were not a violent organization and the framing of them as such is government propaganda. They acted in self defense and using them to promote violence as the only form of direct action ignores the most important good that they created through the uplifting of local communities via things like soup kitchens and after school programs
Okay so I am going to combine these tags, I somewhat agree but my feeling on violence is that the difference between self defense and violent direct action, is the idea of intention, violent direct action is taken when someone begins the action with the intention of harming a human life, such as a bombing, violent revolution, or assassination. I consider self defense to be nonviolent because it is a response to the harm brought upon you, not seeking to cause harm for the sake of harm in the name of a goal.
i feel like counter-trolling is an essential skill that kids online aren’t learning and it’s kinda worrying
like back in my day, the day of online forums, learning how to trick someone in to getting themselves banned was an essential skill. if you could tell someone was a chud, you would ask them short, leading questions and watch them get frustrated and post longer and longer rants until they said something that would catch a mod’s attention and get them banned and/or at least publicly humiliated.
and guess what? that’s the exact same tactics the alt-right use now. these people are exclusively acting in bad faith. every interaction these people post online is done with the intention of getting someone to respond to them so they can screenshot the massive paragraphs of text and laugh
so, what’s the solution?
dare ‘em to post dick pics.
don’t acknowledge the content of the stuff they post. if you see someone trying to engage you in bad faith just dare them to post pictures of their penis until they either get frustrated and leave or get frustrated and do it. either way they lose.
this is the tactic used by the fans of a podcast (that i haven’t listened to) called the Chapo Trap House, and 4chan’s /pol/ users fucking HATE them. they hate Chapo Trap House and think they’re crazy because Chapo Trap House fans refuse to engage in meaningful debate and repeatedly demand dick pics. they get frustrated and leave. it works.
Some of you never used your position as a mod on an a series of unfortunate events forum to get a racist troll to post evidence of their tax fraud and it shows
…that second comment is oddly specific and I’m a little scared
I watched someone get a bunch of cops banned on twitter by repeatedly replying to them saying that all cops have small dicks and that’s why they went into the police force.
Eventually the enraged pigs posted their hogs and got instantly banned
every discord server has the guy experiencing problems you didn’t even know were possible
they’ll be gone for six months and then come back like sorry guys i got hit by a truck which made me fall into a snowbank and get hypothermia that put me in a coma i just woke up ^^ hope you didn’t worry about me too much lol
academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches
“you’re just scared your diploma is going to devalue” i’m afraid you dumb bitches are going to become my colleagues and drag social services to hell
What if we aesthetic girlypopped the madonna whore complex?
Not even presenting it as a spectrum obscures that love and carnality are positioned as opposites, and is purposely perpetuating the view of “girlhood” through a Madonna Whore lens.
Also there is much to say about the use of “girlhood” here and “I’m just a girl” type self infantilization.
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