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Smol Scale

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let me out

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When you think a meme is dying out:

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One time I brought one of my rocks with me on a plane to touch to calm me down during the flight, but it fell out of my pocket on my way back to the bathroom and then as soon as i realized this they actually announced “did anyone lose…… . A rock” over the loudspeaker system.

When I went up to claim it the plane man, clearly unable to throw off the shackles of his training in the procedure of asking for people’s full names and birthdates when they come to claim wallets, said “wait no, first tell me what color it is so I know it’s really yours”

He seemed to realize this was stupid directly after saying it and kind of smiled like to make it a joke but the joke was on him bc I Described the fucking rock to him for like 30 solid seconds

…anyway. that was an interaction I had once

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Of course, muppet math fucks us up. OF COURSE IT DOES.

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I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

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Not to be a Boomer but your social media should be your own space, not something employers are allowed to look at to judge you beyond the qualifications stated in your resume and cover letter

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The Beast that Bothers

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I feel like a lot of people don’t quite get what a butler is. The role tends to get rounded off to ‘male servant’ pretty regularly in some media, whereas actually butlers are typically not just servants but chief servants. The butler was generally in charge of either all male servants or just all servants, period, in the household of an aristocrat or other very wealthy person. This meant that butlers have often been fairly powerful and influential people, and sometimes even had a manservant or two of their own.

(Also, fun fact: Mary Roberts Rinehart, the early 20th century mystery writer who is widely credited with popularizing the whole ‘the butler did it’ trope was nearly murdered by one of her own servants, a chef whom she had passed over for promotion to butler. He came at her with a pistol, but it jammed, allowing her chauffeur time to wrestle it away and restrain him.)

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friendly reminder since discourse is happening and peepaw is tired:

this is okay to reblog. in fact, i highly encourage it.

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"Why do we have to use labels? Why can't everyone just be themselves and be accepted?"

It's to do with language.

Before I realised I was grey-ace, I didn't identify as asexual (I had some misconceptions about the definition of asexuality, and as I was in love and romantically attracted to my partner, I thought that was sexual attraction).

But I also didn't feel like I quite fit in with the heteros. Everyone seemed OBSESSED with sex, and yeah it's great, but so is chocolate and a cat on your lap and a good book and no work the next day.

I thought I was alone with how I felt and that everyone around me was SO WEIRD. It's weird to want to bang people you went to school or work with! How can you possibly find them attractive?

Even when I looked up asexuality, I still didn't really identify as ace because, as I found out when I found the label, I'm sex favourable. I don't usually initiate but I'm happy to participate. It wasn't until I read some books with ace characters talking about the same exeriences I felt, and then I looked up the term 'grey-ace', that I finally realised I was on the ace spectrum.

If there was no word for asexuality, I'd still feel like I was a loner and outcast, 'weird' among all the allos. If there was no label for gray-ace, I wouldn't have found my home on the ace spectrum. Because I could ONLY identify as allosexual, I would feel like maybe like there was something wrong with ME. It would affect my mental health. It affected several of my relationships in the past. Thinking I was the same as everyone else, just different, affected my whole goddamn life.

Once I found my label, I felt so much better, knowing that other people experienced this as well.

Labels can help you feel not so alone, and in that way, they are powerful.

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