iapislazuli:

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

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dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

This post was good but then it got better

Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.

In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.

But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.

OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES

This has improved since last I reblogged.

I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.

I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”

At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”

I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.

I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an “it got better” on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN

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drtanner:

voxiferous:

grumpsaesthetics:

grumpsaesthetics:

every year around christmas me and my grandma play this fun family game called “maybe you want to put jesus in your room instead, sweetie? :)”. now, it’s important to note that the jesus referred to in our game is not actually the real jesus christ, but instead a wooden figure i made in 2011 that has an uncanny resemblance to the lord and savior himself

so what happens is that i place jesus in our living room, and my grandma smiles and asks me if i don’t want to decorate my room with him instead. i ask her in return if she thinks my jesus figure is ugly (which he is), but she reassures me that this is not the case. however, a couple of days later jesus mysteriously disappears from our living room, and appear in my room instead

now, the real jesus christ might have been able to perform a miracle like this, but please remember that the jesus in our story is only a figure made out of wood. he can not move on his own, so i think we can safely say that my grandma is the prime suspect here

the first year i would often confront my grandma about this, but she would always make up an excuse and never straight up tell me she moved him because he’s so ugly it’s an embarrassment to the family

eventually i grew tired of her lies, so now we only move jesus around in silence. one second he’s in the living room, the next he’s back in my room. in a way i think this adds an extra element of excitement to the holiday season, because you never know for sure when jesus is going to be moved again

and so it begins..

i was not fucking ready for this photograph

I’m NEVER ready for the fucking photograph, holy shit.

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I got really excited that everyone is drawing MW2 again because the OG version of MW2 got me into gaming first!! (And Soap was my first videogame crush haha) so I wanted to contribute with a small sketch!

maruti-bitamin:

sakuranboby

ink +watercolour

1000 creatures challenge (101/1000)

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jitterbugbear:

mischief and trickery 🖤

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choisiwonthirstprincess:

queue this post when it’s your birthday and be surprise

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duckbunny:

duckbunny:

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING TO GET YOUR MEDS BEFORE THE PHARMACIES CLOSE

they are going to be CLOSED OVER THE HOLIDAYS and so will the DOCTORS WHO SIGN YOUR PRESCRIPTIONS.

if you don’t have enough meds to last the next THREE WEEKS, put in for your repeats and refills tomorrow! that’s Wednesday! do it! don’t go to hospital at New Year because you ran out of stuff!

it’s that time of year again! get your meds!

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heavensickness:

calellon:

saw this on reddit and uhhh would anyone like to live this life

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tyronemarcellviolin:

Howl’s Moving Castle - Merry Go Round of Life (Violin & Piano Cover)

• Follow me on TikTok @tyronesviolin

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bareboneswitch:

rosetintedalys:

punk-jaskier:

bareboneswitch:

This is your yearly reminder that, in the lead up to Halloween, you should never use activated charcoal to spookify your food/drink

Activated charcoal will nullify your meds.

Anything you take orally can and will be absorbed by the activated charcoal, preventing it from doing you any good. There’s a reason it’s used in emergencies to counteract poisoning!!

And a reminder that, unless you are allergic to it, black food dye will not harm you. And if you want more “natural” ways to make spooky black foods, black sesame paste, squid ink (not vegetarian and tastes a little fishy apparently though), and black cocoa powder are all decent options for foods as black as your heart.

This is your random opportunity to be reminded that Grapefruit does the exact opposite; it makes your medication more potent. This in theory sounds great! It’s not. You’ll easily overmedicate yourself, perhaps even overdose. Be wary of grapefruit if you’re on medications that you can overmedicate on!

Also no, you can’t take grapefruit and charcoal to cancel eachother out. Thats called a lottery, and your chances are shit.

@rosetintedalys @punk-jaskier

Thanks for the helpful additions!!

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j-erin:

guerrillatech:

Black panther poster. Just as relevant today

ID: a large headline that reads “If you’re unemployed, it’s not because there isn’t any work.” Then a body of text that reads as follows:

Just look around: a housing shortage, crime, pollution; we need better schools and parks. Whatever our needs, they all require work. As long as we have unsatisfied needs, there’s work to be done.

So ask yourself, what kind of world has work but no jobs. It’s a world where work is not related to satisfying our needs, a world where work is only related to satisfying the profit needs of business.

This country was not built by the huge corporations or government bureaucracies. It was built by people who work. And it is working people who should control the work to be done. Yet, as long as employment is tied to somebody else’s profits, the work won’t get done.

End ID.

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princesskuragina:

princesskuragina:

princesskuragina:

Sometimes I think about lesbian icon renée vivien lauging so hard she had to leave a lecture bc the man was talking about how a book of anonymously published love poetry was the pinnacle depiction of a young man’s desire towards women…… but it was her book. She wrote it. About her girlfriend.

Worth noting the girlfriend in question was also present

Wild Heart, Suzanne Rodriguez

This is one of the most popular posts I’ve ever made and not ONE PERSON has EVER pointed out that I made a typo in “laughing”. I hate you all and I hate this site

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