this-is-cthulhu-privilege:

Thank you, Ill be sure to print this out, than proceed to wipe my pasty white ass with it after I eat some Chinese food and tacos.

This is gold.
So, I’m supposed to deny the food when my boyfriend’s Mexican family invites me to a church function?
I’m supposed to sit and not eat when my Vietnamese friend wants Vietnamese food?
Basically, what this is asking of me is to be rude when someone of another ethnicity offers me food from their culture…that’s just ridiculous.

this-is-cthulhu-privilege:

Thank you, Ill be sure to print this out, than proceed to wipe my pasty white ass with it after I eat some Chinese food and tacos.

This is gold.

So, I’m supposed to deny the food when my boyfriend’s Mexican family invites me to a church function?

I’m supposed to sit and not eat when my Vietnamese friend wants Vietnamese food?

Basically, what this is asking of me is to be rude when someone of another ethnicity offers me food from their culture…that’s just ridiculous.

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So I'm bored and I be never posted one of these

  • Hello all you follower people

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Red Deck Wins

  • - Have you ever heard that lightning never strikes the same place twice?
  • - Yea
  • - Mythbusted, you take 6 damage

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I’m seriously only a little into myself I promise

DAMN IT NOW IT’S ALL FLOOFY AND SHIT

DAMN IT NOW IT’S ALL FLOOFY AND SHIT

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Why do I insist on this towel wrap thing when my hair is like 4 inches long.
The boys don’t do it, and they both have longer hair than me!

Why do I insist on this towel wrap thing when my hair is like 4 inches long.

The boys don’t do it, and they both have longer hair than me!

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Working in a drive thru has some benefits

There is nothing more saddening than the person in the drive thru that breaks the “pass it forward” chain. Not because they don’t have the means, but because they seem to not really care. I work at a Caribou drive thru location located incredibly close to a school and something like two blocks away from one of the most trafficked freeways in the state. That being said, this isn’t a post about the people who break a chain because they are selfish.

A woman came through my window this morning. She asked me how much the order of the person behind her was. It was inexpensive, less than five dollars, so she paid for it. She looked embarrassed doing it, then she told me that she just had a feeling that she should. Almost as if someone told her to do it. Anyways, she took her drink and drove off.

The person behind her couldn’t have been much older than me. When I told her that the woman before her had paid for her drink she looked on the verge of tears. This woman then asked how much the order behind her cost, this one was a little more expensive just shy of 8 dollars. She looked a little disheartened, but told me to try her card anyways even though she didn’t really know how much money she had. The system denied it.

Now, I could tell this woman felt guilty because she could not repay this stranger’s kindness in a way. I asked her not to feel bad. No one’s obligated to actually pass it on.

For all I know that woman would have had her card declined trying to pay for her drink. She didn’t seem to know exactly how much she had, and she would have been a lot more embarrassed had her card been declined attempting to pay for something she ordered (hell, I’ve been there it sucks). Instead, thanks to the kindness of one woman, she got her drink for free and saved almost five dollars for something else.

Some people might say that if she had no money she has no business going to a coffee shop for expensive espresso drinks, and while I suppose in some ways that’s true, it’s hard to say what her circumstances might have just been. Perhaps she’d been up all night because of a family crisis and had to go to work that morning.

Anyways, the moral of this story is try to be generous when it is financially, emotionally, and mentally possible for you to be (seriously don’t ever spread yourself too thin). You really never know who you might help doing it. Even if you don’t know that person. It can restore someone’s faith in humanity.

We’ve been dating for 7 months now and I still sometimes catch Chad glancing at me like I’m some hot shit or something.

It’s lovely.

I just want to fucking be able to write a good story but that’s impossible.

I suck at writing.

I am not dynamic.

I am not interesting.

I want to crawl in a hole and do nothing but write until I write like some sort of Goddess of Writing or some shit.

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A word about bronies.

saintcheshire:

So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.

The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.

We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.

We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.

My point here: this is why I fucking hate “bronies.” Because grown-ass men are flooding into a space carved out for children—often little girls—and are making it unsafe for them.

I met a lot of non-awful people there, of course. I met a lot of parents and older siblings. A lot of adorable little boys who were happy to empathize with female characters, and a lot of little kids who wanted a picture with cosplays of their favorite pony. I met a lot of people who were cool and nice and just liked cartoons. I met a male Pinkie Pie cosplayer with a Fluttershy lady-friend who juggled and spun plates and was happy to entertain kids, and were generally just really cool people.

But I also met a lot of skeevy dudebros. A lot of guys in fedoras loudly discussing sexual shit in a room with children. Guys who drew/sold/displayed really fucking inappropriate “fanart,” including gross bodypillows that had no purpose in a little kids’ toy convention. I met a guy who gushed with absolute glee about the pleasure he derives from “corrupting innocence.” I met a lot of people who wanted to take something sweet and nice for children and make it about THEM. A lot of guys who wanted to make it about their dicks. People who made it UNSAFE for the intended audience to even be in attendance.

So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.

My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.

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