Does anyone else have that OTP where person A can be shipped with literally anyone and you’d enjoy it but the second you see person B with anyone else you cringe?
One thing that stood out to me in Force Awakens is the fact that Rey is not mocked for being a girl, even by the villains.
Usually any time you have a female protagonist there is inevitably a moment when someone (usually the villain, sometimes an ally) remarks how astonishing it is that the protagonist could do the things she does despite the fact that she’s a girl.
But TFA doesn’t do that. When Kylo Ren finally meets Rey on Takodana, he says, “So you’re the girl I’ve heard so much about.” He doesn’t say, “how could a mere girl have caused so much trouble,” or “imagine my surprise when they said a girl had the droid,” or anything else to express surprise at someone of her gender ending up in her position. It’s just “so you’re her.”
Likewise, when Kylo runs to Snoke to report how Rey turned the tables on his interrogation, Snoke’s outburst is at the fact that a mere scavenger resisted Kylo, not that a girl did.
Obviously I’m not pointing this out in defense of Kylo and Snoke, but as kudos to the writers for not going the lazy route and resorting to the kind of gender-based insults we’re far too used to hearing in scenes like those. It’s so profoundly refreshing.
I’m doing a social experiment called ‘agreeing with boys when they compliment you’.
the results:
perf example of how uncomfortable boys are with women owning their own awesomeness. for many men, beauty, coolness, desirability are gifts they alone can bestow upon women. they get baffled, even aggressive when you show you’ve known you possess those things all along.
i love this experiment!
I reblog stuff like this every time I see it, because I figure women who follow me need the reminder, and men who follow me also need the reminder.
If you pay someone a compliment and they accept it and that makes you angry? You weren’t really interested in paying them a compliment.
i drew this little friend and i dont know what he is but i love him
Don’t worry, friends. Little guy is ok.
he doesnt have arms to drink that tea that is a threat in disguise
goodbye small fucker
LEAVE HIM ALONE
I’m going to help train our friend, I won’t stand to see him take this abuse any longer
We’re taking it a bit slow because he’s still recovering, but his training is coming along nicely! You can do it, little guy!
looks like all that training is starting to pay off
I will resurrect many time with more strangth.
Revenge is sweet.
goodbye small fucker
I always love these because you get to see so many different art styles but holy fuck guys someone needs to get him a spikey hat or knights armour covered in razor blades
I love how every time I see this there’s a new addition
i think the best practical joke any video game pulled was Skyrim opening their game making you think the rebellion was this amazing noble cause against an oppressive government (as most fantasy universes frame it), but then you pretty much immediately find out that the stormcloaks are just racists with swords and the empire isn’t really all that terrible save your standard government problems.
yall are gonna have to stop sending me messages about how im an imperial government of tamriel apologist
the greybeards aren’t any help either. or the blades. Skyrim is just a bunch of rednecks who hate each other.
YOUR generation was the generation where two teachers could afford to buy a 4-bedroom house in San Diego, CA and then afford the mortgage and raise 2 kids in private school (my parents did this).
YOUR generation was the generation where one parent could work in Financial Aid at the local college and the other could raise 2 kids in a 3 bedroom house (my now-retired coworker did this).
YOUR generation was the generation where you could wash dishes to put yourself through college and law school (my uncle did this).
MY generation can’t buy a home when the average cost is $440k and a combined income of two teachers is only $70k, and they have to pay 35% income to rent, let alone trying to afford children.
MY generation has both parents working, one or both working 2 jobs just to buy food, not even able to afford a family vacation every December.
MY generation is in student debt on average $29,400. And we have scholarships but they only cover 40% of the cost and when law school costs $120k for 2 years, you do the math.
So don’t tell me that it’s MY GENERATION that fucking things up. We’re only 25, we didn’t get in to the war in 2001 (we were 11 years old), we didn’t de-fund mental health institutions in 1975, we didn’t decide that grants and scholarships should be funded less and tuition should cost more, we didn’t raise the housing market 7000% (my childhood home was bought for $95k and sold for $750k 20 years later). MY GENERATION didn’t do any of that, YOUR generation did.
So don’t tell me I “just” need to “get a better job” or that I “only” have to send my kids to “a good school.” Because it doesn’t work like that anymore. And don’t blame me.
i remember in second grade i got a new purple sharpener and this girl who i was “friends” with asked me to have it and I was like ???? no my mom just bought this for me yesterday and she said “if you dont give me the sharpener we’re not friends anymore” and i just said “okay” and she was like “So you’re giving me the sharpener??” and i was like “why are you talking to me? we’re not friends” and i wish i was still as savage as i was back then
have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class
I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:
omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.
So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.
Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.
So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.
Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway.
So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face
