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Now I know the truth.

Dedicated to all of us who eagerly await the dramatic breakup. Also dedicated to @heroesbyler for discovering that iconic "You made me look for him!" line. Lives were changed!

Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize. 

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me. 

“Melissa, did you punch him?” 

“Yes.” I said. 

“Why?” 

“Because he snapped my bra strap.” 

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.” 

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.” 

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?” 

I didn’t get suspended that day.  

*slow clap for excellent parenting*

This is the parent I want to be omg

I went to a nun school. 

The nuns there were like, so rad. 

It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there. 

There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy. 

So what happened? 

The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day. 

Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.” 

So I was at my desk during class looking like this: 

Reblogging for awesome dads and kickass nuns.

surprise bitch, i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

future historian desperately trying to find the original text of The Princess Bride

Just to add more trans joy

Not long after I first started living as a woman full time, I was walking around a nearby city. And lemme tell ya, I was absolutely what the kids today would call "clocky". No shade on me, but I was just starting out, you know? It was impossible to really pull it off 100% out the gate.

Anyways, I was thirsty, and the nearest place I could get something to drink was a trader joes. So I bought something, and went to the checkout stand, and the checkout lady was trimming the flowers they always sell by the entrance. She starts scanning my stuff and chatting, and as soon as she gets a solid look at me, I see a look in her eye: she can tell! I'm like, oh no, and just hope shes not transphobic

Turns out, she isnt. In fact, she grins warmly, and as I'm paying, she offers me a pretty yellow flower to wear in my hair. She says, "It's just bloomed, like you!" I walked out of there with that flower in my hair, a smile on my face, and a few tears in my eyes.

Trans joy is real, and its so worth it!!

Little fanart inspired by the days of bloom event in Sky <3 I loved the little prince season and I’m happy it returned!

Also, for the words in the word show geeks: In Bob’s radio show epilogue, he says “It’s December 25th, 1960, and it looks like it’s going to be a cold one, but that’s what I like about this place”.

Bro why do you like it cold. WHY DO YOU SAY YOU LIKE IT COLD!!!!!!!

It is not enough to get into a comfy sleeping position- one must go through several and spin like a rotisserie chicken to arrive at the position you started with.

April Fools day here is always funny because my dash is full of “here’s a Rick roll but it’s actually a different song” “here’s ‘do you love the color of the sky’ just kidding! It’s not the full long post!” “Here’s a drawing I made of a kitty! Just kidding! It’s two kitties and they’re best friends” and we do this unironically and completely ignoring the blood lust we all experience every year just two weeks prior

I love how Henry, Will, and El all have stuff about their 8th birthdays, but they’re used in very different ways.

For example: Broadway Henry was flayed around his 8th birthday. El was 8 when she handled the massacre. Both of these things are extremely traumatic memories, both instances involve the Mindflayer, and both Henry and El repress these memories in similar ways.

For Will, however, his 8th birthday is a positive memory used to fight the Mindflayer. This sets him apart in terms of early childhood experiences. El and Henry spent their 8th year fighting for their lives. Will spent it with friends and family who love him.

These are the kinds of character details that form the basis of their stories and behaviors. El and Henry scrabble for any affection and safety they can get because they were in incredibly unsafe situations where they were unprotected and unsupported. Will both expects and rejects those things (see: his bit in ST2 about not wanting to be coddled vs him always hiding and letting others fight in his behalf) because love and protection are things he’s always had access to—like Joyce fighting tooth and nail for him, even as far back as kicking Lonnie out of the household. Henry and El never had that luxury, so they cling to anything they can get with a disproportionate amount of gratefulness.

"What made you follow your mutual" I don't know. I don't remember anything. In my mind we were mutuals at birth. Since the dawn of time. The start of the earth's spin

October 17, 2004

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

Sometimes you just gotta let an email sit in your inbox until you’re confident your reply won’t start with “listen bitch”

love seeing revisionism in the wild “free the nipple never meant you can walk around topless every where that’s still sexual harassment it just meant for like breastfeeding and stuff”no it literally means you should be able to walk around topless anywhere because get this. breasts aren’t fucking sexual organs.

I remember when I was about 12, I watched a show on TLC that followed people as they got somewhat uncommon medical procedures.

There was one episode with a trans woman getting different gender-affirming operations, including breast implants. It showed the procedure, and (what I found so fascinating that it's stuck with me for decades), as soon as the doctor put the implant in, a censor blur popped up on the nipple.

And you just know there was a meeting between the TLC lawyers and the editors and producers of the show to discuss what the difference was between a "man nipple" (can be shown) and a "woman nipple" (no no must obscure, 'tis naughty). And they decided that as soon as the implant goes in and the nipple has more mass behind it, that's the moment when it becomes a woman's nipple and must be hidden to comply with TV rules.

But it's the same nipple. On the same person. I know what it looks like; I just saw it. But TV and obscenity rules are rules, and the rules say woman nipple = sexual and therefore explicit, but man nipple = neutral, just fine.

"Free the Nipple" was calling out arbitrary bullshit like that, because someone just existing with their body parts should not be considered obscene, and the double standard that men can be topless but women can't is so blatantly ridiculous. All nipples are just nipples. If you get turned on or bothered by them, that's on you.