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Do you think tumblr will ever learn the difference between “I’m defending this person because I agree with them wholeheartedly and I am also like this person” and “I’m defending this person because your behavior is dangerous and you need to stop”

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Why is it Thursday

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“Can…you…do me next?”

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Chewbacca’s Activity Book (1979)

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alecto the ninth predictions with this laminated and stapled to the top

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well fuck me running

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my girl. and her diamond-shaped package.

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actually it's code for "this is your sign to begin transition"

"No one can love you until you love yourself" is like the worst possible way of articulating "if you don't respect and value yourself, it's very easy to become attracted to people who don't treat you right and then justify their mistreatment, so be careful."

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i'm an overthinker which means i need to be fucked until my brain turns off

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Babygirl

[All comics in order here]

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I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.

But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.

The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.

Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.

But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.

We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.

If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.

When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.

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Hey bro that weird dog you brought home keeps trying to mount me... he might be in heat

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do you guys ever think about how hannibal lecter is a transmedicalist

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“Don’t play with that, Billy, it’s for girls.” “You can play with whatever you want, Peter.” “Don’t be silly, Billy. You’re a boy.” “Sure, Peter. If you like it.” “You should be ashamed! You forced this poor boy to be like you wanted him to be. Juset because you wanted a girl, I bet.” Follow this link to find a short video and analysis of gender identity and the way society attempts to police it. Source: theweetosdoesart