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My autistic brother created a new family Christmas tradition

Okay, so last year, my mom bought this Christmas moose that she lovingly named Barry

This is him

Cute, right?

Well, for whatever reason only known to my brother, he decided that he wanted to put Barry in different rooms of our house and it usually scares the shit out of whomever happens upon Barry; usually the person who finds him is the person that my brother wanted to scare.

So far, Barry has been found

On our dining room table

On my dad's side of my parents' bed

In my parents' closet

Outside their bedroom door (at 5 in the morning and scared my mother shitless)

Near the kitchen door

Near my fucking bed

At the bottom of my sister's stairwell

In our bathroom

And down the hallway

This has gone on for 9 days and it doesn't seem to show signs of stopping. Most of the time we know who gets Barry because it's always followed with a very loud "FUCKING BARRY!!!!!"

My brother is the funniest fucking person I know.

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UNMUTE THIS 💀💀

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“Ask the Dust” San Fransisco, Ca 2016 Corwin Prescott - Astraia Esprit - Full series on Patreon

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Rick Genest (6 avatars)

By Abaddon

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Photos that speak: Fuck your fountain. Fuck your tree. Fuck voter suppression. Fuck your labels. Fuck your stereotypes. Fuck your hatred. Fuck your restaurants. Fuck that dude. Fuck police brutality. Fuck white supremacy. 

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Australia did not censor this ICONIC moment! (x)

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Mood

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If you’re around 18 and you dont find this nostalgic I feel bad for your childhood

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So my boyfriend did a thing.

My boyfriend of over 2 years sent me a game over skype. He said he wants to try and make Pokemon games since I play them so much. I opened it up and was super excited.

It seemed really well done and was super ready to start on my adventure!

He left a lot of cute notes and tips around town.

He remembered my favorite Kanto starter.<3

I was surprised it ran pretty well. I went on my journey and leveled up my Pokemon!

He showed me support and encouragement through a ton of NPC dialogue.

Then as im ending the game I come across this.

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Lupita Nyong’o, Chadwick Boseman and Letita Wright Photographed by Kwaku Alston

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New teaser trailer for Disney’s Christopher Robin (2018)

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I want to love, fully and openly, every woman who isn’t like me, and who is exactly like me.

 I’m peculiar, and only became lovable by certain women in my 23rd year. I gave up trying to be what women thought they wanted in a friend. 

I don’t shut my mouth, when I love your hair, or your laugh, or the way you walk through the room with confidence I shout to you across the room about it.

Mostly because I throw my hair around like a matador conducts a red cape , I left my laugh out in the bar like an empty drink, and walk through bar like I’m walking over bodies I slayed on a battle field. 

It takes so much out of me. It takes everything out of me, to shut up the voice that is a woman that isn’t nice to me. That snear’s at me in the bathroom mirror. That rejects the compliments I feel. That puts up her nose, and walks out of the room to be with someone better. 

Women are flawed. We are dumb luck. We are taught by everyone and everything, even each other, not to take up space. Wait, did you read that… not to take up space. 

Isn’t that horrendous, a tragedy, a fucking injustice to every woman, girl, and child?

 We women are raised not to imposed on others with the physical existence of ourselves that is completely and totally out of our control.

I’m tall. I’m right at that average size for a woman, double digits but not quite what you’d want. A 12. But sometimes I’m a 14. Sometimes my chest is bigger, and the bras I have don’t fit, my ass has gotten better because im 28 and I work a desk job on the days I don’t get to tear, rip or move something.

I don’t fucking care what you think about my body. What I hope you see is that I love the cuve of neck, I love the length of my legs, and the way my wrists move. The curve of my back catches my eye. I love that I’m soft and strong. I’m tall, and you can’t dismiss me. I love how my eyes change colors when I’m happy and I’m the only one that sees it. 

I hate that others expect me to be something they assume I am. I hate when people expect the world from me. I’m flawed, I’m luck, I’ve been taught by society that I shouldn’t take up room. I was taught by my parents that I deserve to be heard and help other be heard. Don’t just move up, make way for others who are with you on the lowest levels, make room for those below you. 

I’m not sorry you don’t love me. 

I’m just sorry we’re all taught to not trust what other people tell us. Because you know damn well that ugly voice I carry around tells me not to trust the most lovely things people have told me. 

I want you to know I mean it. I really mean it. Right now. I fucking mean it.