positivedoodles:

[Image description: Drawing of an orange and blue whale saying “Your writing doesn’t have to be popular to be good. Your writing doesn’t have to be popular to matter. Your writing doesn’t have to be popular to be worth writing, but it’s still okay to want your writing to be popular. You put a lot of effort into it and it’s okay to want your effort to be appreciated.” in a blue speech bubble.]

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Don’t kill yourself, please.

cuteghovl:

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

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slutty-ankylosaurus:

animate-mush:

mythaelogy:

things linguistics has taught me: do not fuck with the welsh

Seriously though do not. This is welsh nationalism in a nutshell.

So like, 150 or so years ago, nobody cared about Welsh. Not even the welsh. But then, one day, some folks got sick of paying the tolls at toll gates. Citing bizarre biblical precedent, they dressed up as women and started seizing toll gates, at which point the (also welsh) gate owners went “WTF?” and called in (english) magistrates to resolve the dispute.

The English Magistrates looked at the situation and went “WTF?” and commissioned an inquiry loosely titled “WTF is wrong with Wales??”

Well this commission did a ton of work and looked at schools and politics and people on hillsides raising sheep and all that jazz and came to the thrilling conclusion: What’s Wrong with Wales is that Ridiculous Backwards Language they all speak there.

There was a moment of dead silence, broken only by the loud scrape as Wales, collectively, as a nation, in a fit of unity not seen since the castles came to subjugate the native tribes, pushed back its chair, stood up slowly, and said “what you just say bout me?”

And folks who’d never heard it spoken started teaching their children Welsh, and the old sheep herder on the hill became a cultural icon, and the rioters and the gate owners high fived each other and said “suck it, England!” (only in Welsh this time).

And now Welsh is a protected language, there’s a strong Welsh nationalist movement, with its own flag and spelling conventions, and there’s a Welsh channel on television (which is doubly impressive when you remember that Britain only has like three channels).

And that is how the Welsh saved their language from extinction by sheer force of spite

Just gotta add those toll booth riots were called the Rebecca Riots, the rioters were known as Rebeccas and I am named after them. It’s the one consolation to an otherwise boring name.

Also my great grandad lived to the age of 101 and never spoke a word of English that wasn’t forced out of him through threat of unemployment. Despite being fluent and having 5 great grandchildren who have the Welsh vocabulary of toddlers.

When people doubt that humans are either space orcs or insane, I shall show them this post.

The flakkin’ Welch.

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autistickitten:

snakedance:

neurodiversitysci:

2ndhalfoflife:

nomorepuzzleprofits:

We need to stop seeing autism as some sort of one-dimensional sliding scale. Autism is not a thermometer. It’s not a rating that is “more” or “less”. High-functioning and Low-functioning do not exist in the real world.

Autism is a collection of symptoms and behaviours. Like a sundae bar. You choose your toppings that fit you.

Are you a bipolar extravert that loves socialising, is good at math and bad at remembering time? That’s ONE way to be autistic!

Are you a socially anxious autistic who has meltdowns when your clothes don’t feel right but a genius knowledge of music theory and is great at scheduling? That’s another way to be autistic!

Notice how both of those examples has strengths and weaknesses? Is one more “employable” or “high-functioning” than the other?

There is no one-size-fits-all category or rating for autism.

Though I’d often heard the phrase “autism spectrum” I didn’t really understand it. This post really helps.

Good analogy.

This is the best analogy I’ve yet encountered because it accounts for the days when I get more of one topping than I do on other days, and sometimes get a topping dumped all at once.

THIS, this is a post I reference ALL THE TIME but I’ve spent years never being able to find it again! Very happy to see it still making rounds.

-Brother Cat

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Storytime, Kids!

talvin-muircastle:

It was Halloween at the Emergency Room, and they were mostly seeing the usual: kids got hit by cars (thankfully none seriously), people wanting their candy x-rayed (when we have time, maybe), alcohol poisoning (thought this was a holiday for kids?), kid threw up from eating too much candy (yeah, the ER is great for that, not), and the usual nonsense.

A patient was brought in, an adult in his early 30s, unconscious, feverish, sweating, rash.  He was dressed in all black, with a black “pirate shirt”, black tight pants, black boots, black wide-brimmed hat, black bandana-mask with eyeholes.  Prop fencing sword.   One of the Interns was looking him over while a Nurse checked his vitals.   The Head of Emergency Medicine stuck his head in, looked over the patient, and suddenly grabbed the Intern and pulled him out into the hallway.

“Move this guy to Quarantine, STAT!  I want a list of everyone who has had contact with him!  Contact Epidemiology, tell them we need them down here in biohazard suits and we need them five minutes ago!  If we move fast, we might be able to contain this!”  

The poor Intern was confused, “Doctor, I…I mean, I know he looks sick, but why all the urgency?  What’s wrong?”

The other Doctor’s face hardened, and he pointed firmly back into the room. “Dammit, man, don’t you understand?  This man is Patient Zorro!”  

I beam down to the planet

melodenominator:

butchkirk:

communicator: on

stars: trekked

frontier: final

kirk: out

I AM FORCIBLY REMOVED FROM MY SHIRT

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mttler:

little book to introduce kids to being trans. might finish if i have time

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league-of-extraordinarycomics:

Created by Dragonart

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why writing takes forever

• writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what's the word I want?
• writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*
• writer: *gets a paragraph done*
• writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?
• writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn't actually matter*
• writer: Wait what's that thing called again?
• writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*
• writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*
• writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*
• writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*
• writer: should it be "she regards him with disdain" or "she glares at him with disdain" ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)
• writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*
• writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????
• writer: fuck proofreading
• writer: okay fine i'll proofread.
• writer: holy shit this is awful.
• writer: *reworks entire sections*
• writer: *doesn't think I'm good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*
• writer: repeat process as needed.

the-cimmerians:

chaoticproximity:

yournewfriendshouse:

zinglebert-bembledack:

agoodcartoon:

digitaldiscipline:

magistrate-of-mediocrity:

dr-archeville:

bogleech:

kramergate:

micspam:

ghostsnif:

sciencevevo:

agoodcartoon:

Guys who complain about the friendzone often don’t care about their female friends’ personal boundaries, forcing their female friends build more walls up. A good cartoon.

- submitted by Gene

why is he tearing down a wall with an axe

i hate it when your put in the friendzone and made to tear down a wall

Mr. Gorbachev…tear down this friendzone

how you gonna draw some shit that makes you look like Jack Nicholson in The Shining and still feel like you’re the victim

I DON’T *CHOP* UNDERSTAND *CHOP* WHY *CHOP* YOU CAN’T *CHOP* JUST *CHOP* LET ME *CHOP* BONE YOU *CHOP* ON AN INDEFINITE *CHOP* EXCLUSIVE *CHOP* BASIS *CHOP* WHEN *CHOP* I’M *CHOP* SO *CHOP* NIIIIIIIIIIIICE *CHOP*

“I’m going to wall you up now, Fortunato.”

“Ha ha, and then what? ;) ”

“For the love of God, Montresor!”
-Cask of Amontifriendzone, Edgar Allan Poe

Incessantly, I heard a smacking,
as of some entitled dipshit whacking,
whacking on my chamber door.

Resignedly, I placed another layer,
voicing a quiet, repeated prayer,
“This dude thinks he’s a player,
but I am not a point to score,
he should fuck off and bother me no more.”

Quoth the friendzoned, “Fucking whore.”

- The Craven, by Edward Allen Bro

edgar allen bro

Oh my god

holy shit

This gets better every time.

REBLOGGING FOR THAT FUCKING POEM ALL PRAISE

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