if my pitched-down, chopped-up remix of the wii shop channel theme gets stuck in ur head as much as the original gets stuck in mine, then i’ve accomplished my goal. if not then fuck u
real shit, my nigga. have you ever noticed over a course of time how many people on the “anime” side of tumblr have been outed for being a predator, or an all-around sexual abuser? that’s not from thin air. you really gotta pay attention to how a lot of these anime are. like i said before, a lot of anime out there treat underage girls being sexualized to hell like it’s normal. literally when i tried to watch this anime called “punchline”, i couldn’t even get through the first episode because of that shit. i’m not speaking on this to be “fake deep” or none of that dumb shit. this is a very serious thing. i will always love anime, but this shit has to change, man. for real.
When you discuss the wage gap, here are a few things to keep in mind:
Only white women make $0.77 to a man’s dollar.
Black women make about $0.68 to a man’s dollar.
Latina women make about $0.58 to a man’s dollar.
Intersectionality matters.
I will keep reblogging this to point out that disabled people, including men, make 22 cents on the dollar. Mostly because it is legal to pay us below minimum wage, but whatevs.
So, possibly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. I mean you know how you hear the “women want him, men want to *be* him” stuff in old movies? Well I’m a man and by *god* I wanted to be this guy. Anyway!
I’m having dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and behind us are a couple on a date. It is.. not going well. Guy was being rather creepy and making some pretty inappropriate comments, the girl doesn’t look at all comfortable.
The girl finishes her appetiser really quickly, my guess is she wanted to get it over with. Guy proceeds to comment on it and says “well, least I know you can swallow right?”. Loudly.
Girl goes red and tells him that isn’t appropriate, he literally waves his hand in a “shoo” type motion and says “oh calm down I was going to find out in a few hours anyway”.
I missed her exact reply as she moved to a hushed tone, but it was fairly obvious what was being said - fuck no, fuck off, fuck this. He responded with “sweetheart I picked you up, I know where you live”. She lost the colour in her face and said nothing.
No. No. Fuck no. I’m one of those “get involved” type of people and there is no way I’m sitting here watching this go down. I get up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m 23, fighting fit and happy to put that motherfucker through a wall. I may have had a slight temper in my youth. But anyway.
I was halfway out of my chair when a hand came down on my shoulder and I look up to this mid-50s but super fit guy who says “Easy.. I’ve got this one son”. Absolute, total confidence in his voice.. so seeing as my current plan amounted to “stab him in the neck” and I’m already thinking maybe that’s not the best idea, I sit down.
He walks over, grabs a nearby chair, flips it around and sits down with the couple. Then.. he pulls out his police ID and puts it on the table. Now the guy doesn’t have any colour in his face.
Cop: “So, I’m quietly celebrating my daughters birthday with my family when I distinctly hear you threaten this young lady, would you care to explain yourself?”
Guy: “I, ah, well, um, you see..”
Cop: “That’s what I thought. Now see, we take a *very* dim view of that kind of thing, so right now I’m deciding if I want to have some of my buddies come pick you up.”
Guy: “oh no well that…”
Cop: “But that would disrupt everyone’s dinner, so how about you hand me your ID, because I wouldn’t want you running off on me, then you go see one of the staff here and settle your bill.. the full bill now, this young lady shouldn’t go hungry on account of your poor behaviour. Or we can go with the first option, I’ll leave it up to you.”
Guy: “No no! That’s perfectly fine!” \*hands over ID, gets up and walks very quickly in the direction of the counter\*
Cop: \*while writing down the guys details\* “Sorry about that miss, I hope I’m not intruding it just seemed like you could use some help. Oh and don’t worry, if you want to pursue this further I’ll have some of the boys pick him up on his way home, we can definitely take this further.”
Girl: “No, thank you so much, I wanted to run out 30 minutes ago but he drove me here”.
Cop: \*shifts from hardarse cop to comforting father figure in about half a second\* “Well I’m here with my daughter, she’s about your age, perhaps you’d like to finish your meal with us? We can run you home afterwards if you’d like, unless you’d prefer to call someone else?”
Girl: “Oh.. that would be really nice.. thankyou so much!”
\*guy returns, so does the hardarse cop\*
Guy: “Uh so, I’ve paid the bill, if I could have my ID back..”.
Cop: “There you go.. now I have your details right here so I *highly* recommend you don’t go near or contact this young lady ever again.”
Guy: “Yes yes of course, I’m so sorry!”
The guy pretty much fled the restaurant, the girl went and sat with the cop and his family and by the time we left they were still sitting around talking and laughing about random crap.
It was hands down the best way I have ever seen anybody handle any situation, ever. That cop is my hero.
Dude. I hope that man has a great rest of his life.
i think my favorite sheith thing is the fact that its canon that both shiro and keith have this ridiculously strong and loving bond with each other. like, no matter what you think or what you headcanon, nothing will change that. keith loves shiro with his entire being, it’s literally canon. whether you see it as romantic or not, they love each other and will tear the universe apart for one another.
Notes: Day Two of Sheith Positivity Week, Sun/Stars. Still trying to keep these on the happier side of things, but the angst keeps slipping through.
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“Do you remember when we used to sit on my dad’s old tin roof and look at the stars?” Shiro doesn’t answer. He might not even hear Keith speaking. Still trapped in whatever nightmarish memory the large alien at the party had inspired. Keith had seen Shiro’s muscles start to lock up when he spotted the alien’s slimy green hide, and he’d quickly guided him into this side room before he could have a breakdown in public. Now he was just talking without purpose, trying to give Shiro a rope back to the real world for when he was ready, “There was no one for miles and miles. On moonless nights, we could see every star in the sky.”
Those nights were some of his fondest memories. Shiro’s presence warm beside, laughing and pointing out constellations, sometimes coming up with outlandish stories about what they’d find out there when they both became pilots. The stories had ended up fitting reality more closely than either had expected, “Of course, you didn’t always go out there to look at the stars did you.” Keith smiles as he remembers. One full moon night, Shiro had stopped staring at the stars and started staring at him, “You told me I had stars in my eyes. That you didn’t need to look up to see galaxies, when you could just look at me.”
“You-you called me ridiculous,” Shiro says quietly, as if it pains him to speak. Keith sets his hand down between them, were Shiro can reach out and grab hold if he wants. Touching when he hasn’t yet come fully back can have bad results.
“What did you expect? You can’t just spring something like that on a guy with no build up. You embarrassed me.” Keith laughs. Shiro had taken him so off guard that night, he’s surprised he’d been able to say anything at all, “Thank goodness it was dark, or I’d probably looked like a tomato. I don’t think my cheeks have ever felt that hot.”
“You were cute. Your ears turned red.” Shiro’s voice was stronger. A pained smile on his lips.
“You’re biased. You think everything I do is cute.” Keith scooches a little closer, and is rewarded with Shiro leaning in to bump shoulders with him, “You’re lucky I’m secure in my masculinity, or I might be insulted by how much you like to coo at me.”
“I am lucky,” Shiro’s smile disappears leaving only sadness, “I don’t deserve you.”
Keith frown. He hates how Shiro can’t seem to accept that he’s more than worthy of Keith, “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”
“A scarred up killer,” Shiro says, tearing himself down like always.
“The Sun,” Keith reaches out and taps Shiro’s chest right over his heart, “Right here. No matter what happens to you, there is this big ball of warmth you share with everyone you meet. You have every reason to give up, but instead you keep shining your light so others can find there way. You bring hope and strength to your team and your allies.” Keith kisses Shiro’s cheek, “You are my personal Sun, Takashi, and I’m the one who is lucky to have gotten a second chance with you.”
look i’m as absolutely against homophobic tropes as the next person, probably even more so, but like. at the end of the day if every gay character has to be wholesome and unproblematic in order to be a good character gay media is gonna get really bland really fast
i don’t just want “good gay characters/representation” i want a full spectrum of gay characters that encompass even a fraction of the thousands of diverse and complex straight characters in fiction
as ur friendly Neighborhood Nursing Student™ i feel somewhat compelled to remind everyone with the hot weather:
every liquid except sea water and alcohol hydrates you. It’s not CHUG WATER OR DIE. in fact, gatorade and the like are designed to hydrate you efficiently.
yeah, this includes coffee and tea and soda. the diuretic is not enough to cancel out the liquid. juices and milk have solids in them, sure, but they’re also mostly liquid! it counts.
your body can only absorb so much water at a time, so chugging 64 oz of water at noon and calling it good will do a wonderful job of flushing your kidneys, but not so much of hydrating your tissues. it’s more important that you’re getting consistent fluid throughout the day.
there’s a lot of fancy ways to determine How Much Water (Liquid) I Should Drink but honestly? 8 oz (1 cup) every other hour on cool days and 8 oz every hour on hot days should be fine (assuming you sleep for a normal amount of time per day…. i’m assuming ur awake 16 hours a day.)
figure out how many oz each of ur favorite cups is. it’ll help your guesstimation.
if ur urine is darker than light yellow, you’re dehydrated.
if u pinch the skin on the back of ur hand for a couple seconds and it takes more than a second or two go to back to normal then ur dehydrated.
In regards to #1, don’t take this as an excuse to drink the sugar water that they call sports drinks. They aren’t bad for you per se, but please choose water.
actually this entire post was written in the spirit of ppl using it as an excuse to drink sports drinks and soda etc
ppl have been commenting abt sodium levels in soda and sugar levels in sports drinks and thats all well and good but what i’ve noticed is that people who internalize “well, ONLY WATER hydrates me” but who HATE WATER remain horrifically dehydrated cause they dont drink anything.
so like. if ur a person who haaaaates tap water, this is absolutely me giving you permission to drink whatever fluid you can stomach. please take this as a direct excuse to drink nothing but gatorade if that’s what it takes to get enough fluid into ur body.
it’s not the healthiest for you, sure, but you’re a smart enough person to know that. please drink fluids anyways.
if u like water thats gr8. if you can stomach water that’s gr8. if you can’t, that’s okay too, and you need to stay hydrated just as much as anyone else, so pleasedrink.
I used to hate tap water, and in some places (looking at you, Iowa) it is legit disgusting, but one thing I do which helped a ton and was long term cheaper than buying soda or juice was to get a bottle of Angostura bitters. It’s a cocktail additive with a strong distinctive flavor, so although a tiny bottle is like $6 it will last you for ages. Put a small drop or dash in your glass then fill with water. It has a pleasant sort of herbal metal taste (I understand that those words don’t seem like they should go together but it’s hard to describe) which masks tap water. It also helps me smooth an upset tummy but your mileage may vary. It’s not something that will get you drunk, just a flavoring like vanilla extract.
If that all sounds like too much bother, dropping a lemon wedge into water also helps.
I am learning that lemon wedges are magical in almost everything I like to drink.
here is the magic that made me stop being chronically dehydrated:
because yeah, i can’t STAND plain water – it tastes like the inside of my mouth. it tastes like spit. imagine drinking a glass of ice cold spit. ugh. but add a squirt of this stuff to your glass of tapwater, and now it tastes like apple, cherry, lemonade, whatever.
i also got a bunch of these
and pre-prep them with flavored water, iced tea, iced coffee, whatever (or ask my helper to do it), and then when i’m thirsty but distracted and want to just grab some kind of liquid without thinking about finding a clean glass etc., i can just grab one of these.
because yeah, hating water is a thing, and dehydration SUCKS. so drink SOMETHING, don’t be a water purist. better to chug iced coffee than go without.
mio was a damn genius for comin out with that shit
can I just speak up here as someone who has been a nurse for 17 years? I heartily endorse this post and also give you permission to DRINK WHATEVER THE HELL IT TAKES TO KEEP YOU FROM BEING DEHYDRATED
especially in the summer, you can’t play around with that. drink something. seriously. for the love of kittens. DRINK SOMETHING.
this. ive seen too many people dehydrated thinking that a lot of these drinks will make their dehydration worse, so they just dont drink at all.
not to mention the fact that not everyone has access to clean drinking water, and its not uncommon to find sports drinks and sodas on sale and at a cost of pennies vs slightly pricier bottles of water
Other, More Considerate People: I like to keep my story as close to canon and ship-free as possible so everyone can enjoy it. :)
My Self-Indulgent Ass: ‘Sup, assholes, here’re all my implausible OTPs, their future children, a bunch of OCs that play prominent roles, and all my sexuality headcanons are in effect.
“To understand this fic you’ll need to refer to page 15, side A of my Extensive headcanon timeline of the entire history of this character and everyone he ever met, the contents of which are helpfully provided absolutely nowhere.”
“behold as I construct the precarious scaffolding of this story from discarded tumblr shitposts, my id, a dream I had once, poorly concealed psychological projection, the abstract concept of the way it feels to look out at the sea, and a bunch of dumb jokes I couldn’t stop cackling to myself about. oh, but it’s fanfiction.“
So @blacklionshiro got me thinking about some shiro-centered sheith. And thinking. And thinking.
Shiro, who crushes pretty hard on the ace pilot the class below him who doesn’t seem to care about much aside from flying.
Shiro, who finds the perfect spot in the garrison library to both study and catch unobstructed glimpses of Keith studying across the room. Shiro, who pesters Matt to help him find out more about Keith.
Shiro, usually confident and sure of himself, getting flustered when he talks to Keith for the first time.
Shiro, awkwardly stumbling over his words as he finally befriends the boy that’s occupied his thoughts for the better portion of the semester. Shiro, longing to reach out and lace his fingers with Keith’s as they sit together at lunch.
Shiro, the Garrison’s “golden boy,” suggesting to Keith that they sneak out at night so they can walk and look at the stars together even though he knows that he’ll be too focused on Keith to pay attention to anything else.
Shiro, saving up his money quietly to buy the hovercraft that Keith wants desperately. they’re not even dating yet, Shiro is just /gone/.
Shiro, finding the desert shack with Keith on one of their late night excursions - the same desert shack that they share their first kiss in.
Shiro, whose heart was pounding when he asked Keith if he could kiss him, so worried that he misread the entire situation and anxious that Keith would turn him down.
Shiro, who tangled his hands in Keith’s hair when Keith returned the kiss enthusiastically, feeling like everything had gone right for once.
Shiro, finding out that he had been selected as the pilot for the Kerberos mission and being torn between excitement at the prospect and upset at having to leave Keith behind, especially since their relationship was still so new.
Shiro, who may have cried a little the first (and last) time they made love, the night before he left for the mission, overwhelmed at the sensation and not quite believing that this is real. Keith never mentions it because he may have been crying too.
Shiro, who has a small picture of him and Keith hanging up on the wall of the spacecraft next to a calendar that marks the day of their return.
Shiro, who fights everyday in the gladiator ring unafraid of death because he’s certain that he’s never going to get back home.
Shiro, who lies awake sometimes at night, worried that Keith thinks he’s dead. That Keith has forgotten about him. That Keith has already moved on and found someone new.
Shiro, waking up in the desert shack, blinking as the sunlight hits his eyes.
Shiro, catching sight of Keith, sitting next to the couch in an uncomfortable-looking chair, sleeping in a hunched over position next to where he lay.
Shiro, moving slightly and feeling his hand brush against Keith’s, their fingers touching as Keith sleeps on, unaware that Shiro has finally woken up.
Shiro, falling back to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he is finally back home where he belongs.
I hope I'm not ignorant about this but how can someone who is aro/ace want a relationship? Is it like just wanting a really close friend or no? Please help
just because you don’t have a favorite flavor doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to like ice cream
When you see someone getting an anon saying “hey jsyk that one post _____” and they’re like “oh wow I’m sorry I didn’t realize it I’ll delete it” and you try to scramble to see what the post is before they delete it
