#ACT practice test

[kacievvbbbb]

While I do so love the image of Mihawk as a blushing virgin bride bashful about all things sex and PDA. I cannot lie to myself.

This is a man that takes off his shirt to put on his jacket before heading outside. He has never known shame a day in his life.

[cinematic-literature]

Legally Blonde 2: Red, White & Blonde (2003) by Charles Herman-Wurmfeld

Book title

Animal Liberation (1975) by Peter Singer

Living in Harmony with Animals (2000) by Carla Bennett

Constitution, Jefferson’s Manual, and the Rules of the House of Representatives

Food Drug and Cosmetic Act: A Practical Guide to Law & Regulation

Animal Testing Question: Alternatives & Analyses

History of the FDA 

[hewhobreathesfire]

I successfully did my own t shot today! I did it perfectly, according to the nurse who did our appointment. I also got clearance to practice dry sticking myself as long as I a) don't re-use needles and b) I don't inject myself with air or anything.

[batsplat]

Stoner calmly answered that the contact had happened, but it was a mistake on his part, “I had just finished my lap and I wanted to see what the Ducati was capable of so I followed him but I missed my braking marker. I didn’t want to overtake him but I ran a bit wide and I came past too quickly, but didn’t want to get into his way. Valentino slowed up and looked at me, I looked at him and it ended there.” While Rossi refused to be baited by the press, “In reality nothing special, nothing, no problem. Nothing happened.”

whatever they had going on

[the-cinnamon-snail]

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[bisan-is-trying]

Every time i see ads for language courses, I'm like, ooooh, should i?? Maybe it would be easier learning the language from someone whose job is to teach it? But then i remember i "studied" hebrew for 4 years in college, and all i graduated with were basic grammar rules and like 30 words.

[novaverie]

when. when you’re graduating high school tomorrow 😦‼️‼️😌✨☝️👑🥳🤩💅🏻💃🕺😎🚨

[elegyofthemoon]

man i miss voice acting 😭

[cicadangel]

why is algebra ii genuinely harder than calculus what, i am going to break my head

[bumblingbeezzz]

Yeah unfortunately "autistic" IS now what many awful people use to mean "irredeemable failure"/"stupid"/"weird"/"unapproachable"/"socially inept" nowadays. So even that may not help.

Especially sucks when you see neurotypical people adopting the more positive traits associated w autism and then bully you for actually being on the spectrum and making you feel like “well if they can act the same way I do minus the bad stuff ig I really am useless and not special at all really” so then "poof!" your silver lining is gone too.

Not telling your kid they have a learning disability, chronic illness, mental illness etc. so they can “feel normal” actually does the opposite. They will not feel normal if they do not have the context to understand that their normal will be different from that of their peers.

[dollar-store-mothman]

fuck guys it's ACT time wish me luck

[mishmash-webster]

they gotta invent a parents that doesnt have the ability to play your entire mental health like a fiddle 24/7 by doing something extremely unfathomably stupid and hating you for showing it affected you

[mlsclasses1]

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[joy-haver]

Something I’ve noticed is that leftist movements tend to turn practical, thought out tactics that were part of a larger plan for liberation, and remove them from their context. Then we often use these tactics as symbolic ways to mark our distaste for empire and harken back to older movements. However, these tactics are often already accounted for by the system, and sometimes are actively encouraged as ways to harm our people and defang our processes.

Here is an example;

In the Civil Rights struggle, getting arrested en mass was seen as an important part of the process of freedom. The civil rights leaders realized that the areas they were in did not have large enough jails to confine them all, and that if they filled the jails up, the police simply could not confine everyone else in the movement. Getting arrested in coordinated ways was a noble and helpful sacrifice that kept your brothers and sisters from getting arrested. Due to less strict sentencing at the time, and the ability of the movement to scare the police into releasing people, getting arrested often wasn’t the utterly disabling and free-life ending process it is today. (That’s not to say getting arrested was easy on people; the police brutality of the time was incredibly intense.)

Those who spent time in jail were given almost a reverent status. That had gone through much suffering to keep others from the same fate. Often, their ability to taking confinement completely off the table for the rest of the activists is precisely what allowed for certain other actions to be successful. Paying for legal defense and moderate bail costs was something of a drain on the movements scant, resources but it could often be worth it due to the role arrests played.

However, the state responded to this, and turned it to their benefit. The next fifty years saw a prison boom. Now, economically deprived small towns were made to bid and beg for prisons to be built in there areas; not only to lock people up, but also because working at the prison was presented as one of the only jobs left in rural America. Additionally, thisdrove the labor minded population to be further in conflict with other movements in some areas.

As the capacity of the government to capture and confine increased, the capacity of the movement to fill up the jails and prevent further arrests did not. Now, the system was hungry for more and more bodies for its endless rooms. It further instilled and mechanized the capacity of prisons to force labor, undercutting labor movements. Sentences became longer, parole became stricter, fines and restitutions increased to exorbitant amounts. Those who went in for petty arrests often never came out.

But, the feeling that getting arrested was a noble and venerable goal did not leave the movement. Some transitioned tactics; instead of filling up the jails to allow others to act without recourse, they sought to get arrested in test cases, as they had seen work occasionally before. But this too became more and more difficult, as the legal system realized it did not have to play by its own rules. Slowly but surely, the legal mythology that because it is written and because it is fair, it will be ruled so, began to overtake the minds of activists; even as they failed time and time again to win this way, they still threw countless of their friends into the mouth of the enemy, and condemned them to life in prison.

Even this had become a shadow of itself by the 2000s and 2010s. Arrest became an aesthetic goal instead of a practical one. The most radical in the movements were culturally encouraged to throw their lives away for petty protests that none would see, and would have no material impact on the operations of the system of dominion. The reality that getting kettled at a non violent protest could land you with the same jail time as a political assassination did not dawn upon these activists until long after hey were already in jail, and already disconnected from the movement. Their friends would gather all their meager savings towards bail funds, oftentimes going into debt, or otherwise extracting money from the rest of the marginalized communities supportive of the activism. Those funds would then go to the government in the form of bail, and then right back towards operating the same policing systems that targeted them. In this way, the main economic output of the leftists movement of the time was to fund the very systems of policing that they sought to destroy; and to get themselves and each other locked in cages in the process. Instead of developing practical systems of change, radicals were taught to emulate key aspects of the tactics of prior generations that had specifically been recuperated into the goals of the state.

Those who saw the futility in this were readily pushed towards the defanged and self acknowledged pointless marches of the nonviolent liberal movement, which never had any goal other than to once again emulate the visual aesthetics and personal emotional fulfillment of past movements.

We see this pattern play out all the time. People insisting on the radical importance of a leftist print newspaper in a time when print journalism is dead. A fetishization of industrial unionism in a town where no factory has been for three generations. Arguments over whether to support long defunct governments and long dead leaders for some tactical benefit which will never arise from reality.

It is long past time for us to realize that the process of achieving human liberation does not come from symbolic actions, nor from following the playbook of past movements. We must learn our history, yes, but not to emulate it; instead we must learn it to understand its failures and its successes, and, most importantly, how our movement ancestors interacted with the material conditions of their time to create multifaceted plans that met the needs of their people and made successful guerrilla war upon dominion.

We need to imagine ways of making change that are suited to the times that we are living in, the problems we face, and the opportunities that we have. This utterly necessitates that we get deeply embedded into the places and communities around us, that we listen with open ears to the problems our people are facing, and that we fold those ever more towards opportunities of liberation and care for one another.

[sundancedyke]

oh god what if she also wants my mt’s lesson plan…

[tojishousewife]

NEEDY FOR TOJI AT HIS PARENT’S HOUSE

Toji told you very clearly before you even stepped inside his parent’s house—be good. No whining, no pawing at him, no begging. Just sweet smiles and polite manners, like the perfect little girlfriend you can be when you try.

But he’s been ignoring you all day. He’s wearing that tight black shirt that stretches over his beefy arms, the one that clings to his back when he leans down to help his dad fix the shed. Grunting with effort, his hands calloused, and veins popping while you sit on the porch with your legs crossed tight, trying not to squirm and make it obvious that you want your cunt stretched open with his cock.

Now it’s evening, and you’re curled on the edge of the guest bed, legs swinging and your heart pounding. Toji’s in the en suite brushing his teeth—shirtless, of course, acting like he doesn't notice the way you've been staring all day, how you're practically vibrating out of your skin.

“Toji...” you whisper, and it's sweet and high and desperate.

He catches your eyes in the mirror, and he already knows. He spits, rinses then wipes his mouth with a towel, and sighs like a man being tested.

“What’d I tell you?” he mutters as he comes back into the room, bare chest glistening slightly from the steam. “Told you to behave, didn't I?”

“But I did,” you protest softly, bouncing a little on the bed. “Didn't even touch you once today—not even once”. Toji raises a brow, hands on his hips. “You were staring at me like you wanted to eat me alive, baby”.

Your bottom lip juts out, heat rising to your cheeks. “You just looked so good...”

He exhales heavily, dragging a hand down his face. “We're in my parents’s house,” he mutters. “You're acting like a lil’ nymph”.

You scoot to the edge of the bed, slipping your hands up his stomach, looking up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “I'll be quiet” you whisper. “Just wanna sit on it for a little...”

Toji's jaw clenches.

“You're something else,” he murmurs. But his hands are already cupping your waist, fingers digging in and guiding you up against him like he's been thinking about this all day too. “All you think about is getting stuffed, huh?”

You nod.

“Wanna feel full,” you mumble. ��Please, daddy. Just a lil bit, promise”.

He grits his teeth, backing you into the mattress before you can even blink. “You better stay quiet,” he warns, pulling his sweats down just enough. “If I hear one fucking sound, you're not getting this cock for a week, you understand me?”

You nod, eyes wide, thighs already clenching and trembling.

And when he slowly sinks into you, burying himself in your needy little cunt right under his parent’s roof, you bite into his shoulders just to muffle the pathetic moan that escapes your throat as your cunt happily swallows him in deeper—because you’ve missed him all day, and he’s so big and you already feel like crying from how good it feels.

Toji groans low against your ear, arms shaking with restraint.

“Goddamn brat,” he groaned, his voice already wrecked and deep. “Can't leave you empty for one fucking day”.