Some Valentineâs Day cards for the special cockroach in your life. đ
Bonus (from this amazing fanfic by @blithers):
ok but I need one with Derek where all the words are replaced with âDerekâ.
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Happy Valentineâs Derek.
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Some Valentineâs Day cards for the special cockroach in your life. đ
Bonus (from this amazing fanfic by @blithers):
ok but I need one with Derek where all the words are replaced with âDerekâ.
@taraljc
Happy Valentineâs Derek.

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things Natalie Portman did: THAT
#im the uncompromising and unapologetic anger in her eyes in the last gif
The Will To Change by Bell Hooks fucked me up good
Actually most of words we use for sex are violent, not just fuck. My Marriage and Family professor pointed this out during my freshmen year of college and itâs stayed with me. Think about itâŚ. bang, screw, hit it, pound, smash, rail, plow, pound, like our entire culture has tried to remove the concept of intimacy and vulnerability and emotion from sex by associating violent words with the action. The power of language on culture, perspective, and overall mindset is so incredible. We gotta be more careful and respectful of that.
Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So youâre just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, âGuys, this lake is going to be so cool when itâs done,â but it will never be done. There is so much lake.
I didnât really expect this to be relatable, but if you wanna reblog, go wild.

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I canât do justice to one of the weirdest camp stories I know. My friend tells it so well, and I can offer only a pale shadow of his story.
Last summer, he was working with one of the younger units comprised of ten year old boys. They had spent the night camping on another beach and were just readying themselves to depart. âMake sure you have all your things!â called my friend. âDonât leave anything behind!â
One small boy came up, dragging a massive tangle of decomposing seaweed behind him. âBut⌠what about me boy?â he asked, lip trembling.
ââŚwhat is âme boyâ?â
The child held up the stinking wad of bull kelp. âThis is him. This is Me Boy.â
âMe Boy is not coming back with us,â said his counselor. âYouâre going to leave Me Boy behind on the beach where he belongs.â
The campers loudly mourned the loss of Me Boy. They insisted on giving him a Viking burial at sea, which just consisted of pushing him solemnly off the back of the rowboat into the water and watching him drift away in the surf.
That was only the beginning. Me Boy would be back.
The campers, in true camp fashion, possessed some kind of cultic hive-mind and a predisposition for bizarre memes. Me Boy would not be forgotten. They started telling each other stories about Me Boy and how he would one day rise again. There were warring factions with contradicting dogmas about Me Boy. Only when the gardener allowed them to take home a zucchini she had harvested did they find their god, born anew.
Me Boy, The Zucchini That Was A God, became the whole unitâs mascot. The kids would bicker over who got to carry him. They built nests and carriers for Me Boy and brought him to different activities, fiercely defending him from those that would do him harm. One child appointed himself the Voice of Me Boy and would translate the zucchiniâs divine wishes into human speech.
It got out of hand. Me Boy had become a distraction, a fixation, a violent controversy. Something had to be done.
My friend, their counselor, took it upon himself to kill Me Boy. The children wailed in despair as he chopped their God into refreshing slices. With this sudden turn of fortune, followers of Me Boy turned to theophagy. âWe must eat him to preserve his power!â they cried. Boys who would otherwise never have touched a vegetable ate greedily of this sacrament, eager to let Me Boy live on within them.
For a time, it seemed that peace and order had been restored, and the religion had already faded into its silver age. But only for a time.
In the last few days of camp, the religion of Me Boy splintered into several denominations. Every meal yielded new vegetable matter said to be a reincarnation of Me Boy, only for opposing groups to dismiss these as false prophets. Some believed that Me Boy was gone. Others believed his spirit lived on, intangible, omnipresent. Some believed he had found a new vessel inside a carrot, a pear, a slice of cantaloupe⌠even inside a child. There was chaos, and strife, and heartbreak without the guidance of Me Boy.
The tags on this post are very polarized. Half of them are â#Iâm glad I never went to campâ and â#reasons why I never want kidsâ, the other half are â#BOY I LOVE CHILDREN CAMP IS SO GOOD AMIRIGHT?â
Religion is so weird. This reminds me of the YA book Godless, about two boys that create a religion to worship their local water tower.
Participatory democracy begins at home. If you are planning to implement your politics, there are certain things to remember. 1. He is feeling it more than you. Heâs losing some leisure and youâre gaining it. The measure of your oppression is his resistance. 2. A great many American men are not accustomed to doing monotonous, repetitive work which never issues in any lasting, let alone important, achievement. This is why they would rather repair a cabinet than wash dishes. If human endeavors are like a pyramid with manâs highest achievements at the top, then keeping oneself alive is at the bottom. Men have always had servants (us) to take care of this bottom stratum of life while they have confined their efforts to the rarefied upper regions. It is thus ironic when they ask of women-Where are your great painters, statesmen, etc.? Mme. Matisse ran a military shop so he could paint. Mrs. Martin Luther King kept his house and raised his babies. 3. It is a traumatizing experience for someone who has always thought of himself as being against any oppression or exploitation of one human being by another to realize that in his daily life he has been accepting and implementing (and benefiting from) this exploitation; that his rationalization is little different from that of the racist who says, âBlack people donâ t feel painâ (women donât mind doing the shitwork); and that the oldest form of oppression in history has been the oppression of 50 percent of the population by the other 50 percent. 4. Arm yourself with some knowledge of the psychology of oppressed peoples everywhere, and a few facts about the animal kingdom. I admit playing top wolf or who runs the gorillas is silly but as a last resort men bring it up all the time. Talk about bees. If you feel really hostile bring up the sex life of spiders. They have sex. She bites off his head. The psychology of oppressed peoples is not silly. Jews, immigrants, black men and all women have employed the same psychological mechanisms to surviveâ admiring the oppressor, glorifying the oppressor, wanting to be like the oppressor, wanting the oppressor to like them, mostly because the oppressor held all the power. 5. In a sense, all men everywhere are slightly schizoid-divorced from the reality of maintaining life. This makes it easier for them to play games with it. It is almost a clichĂŠ that women feel greater grief at sending a son off to a war or losing him to that war because they bore him, suckled him, and raised him. The men who foment those wars did none of those things and have a more superficial estimate of the worth of human life. One hour a day is a low estimate of the amount of time one has to spend âkeepingâ oneself. By foisting this off on others, man has seven hours a week-one working day more to play with his mind and not his human needs. Over the course of generations it is easy to see whence evolved the horrifying abstractions of modern life. 6. With the death of each form of oppression, life changes and new forms evolve. English aristocrats at the turn of the century were horrified at the idea of enfranchising working men-were sure that it signaled the death of civilization and a return to barbarism. Some working men were even deceived by this line. Similarly with the minimum wage, abolition of slavery, and female suffrage. Life changes but it goes on. Donât fall for any line about the death of everything if men take a turn at the dishes. They will imply that you are holding back the revolution (their revolution). But you are advancing it (your revolution). 7. Keep checking up. Periodically consider whoâs actually doing the jobs. These things have a way of backsliding so that a year later once again the woman is doing everything. After a year make a list of jobs the man has rarely if ever done. You will find cleaning pots, toilets, refrigerators and ovens high on the list. Use time sheets if necessary. He will accuse you of being petty. He is above that sort of thing (housework). Bear in mind what the worst jobs are, namely the ones that have to be done every day or several times a day. Also the ones that are dirty-itâs more pleasant to pick up books, newspapers, etc., than to wash dishes. Alternate the bad jobs. Itâs the daily grind that gets you down. Also make sure that you donâ t have the responsibility for the housework with occasional help from him. âIâll cook dinner for you tonightâ implies itâs really your job and isnât he a nice guy to do some of it for you. 8. Most men had a rich and rewarding bachelor life during which they did not starve or become encrusted with crud or buried under the liner. There is a taboo that says women mustnâ t strain themselves in the presence of men-we haul around 50 pounds of groceries if we have to but arenât allowed to open a jar if there is someone around to do it for us. The reverse side of the coin is that men arenât supposed to be able to take care of themselves without a woman. Both are excuses for making women do the housework. 9. Beware of the double whammy. He wonât do the little things he always did because youâre now a âLiberated Woman,â right? Of course he wonât do anything else eitherâŚ. I was just finishing this when my husband came in and asked what I was doing. Writing a paper on housework. Housework? he said. Housework? Oh my god how trivial can you get? A paper on housework.
The Politics of Housework, Pat Mainardi, Redstockings, 1970 (via leftclausewitz)
Wow
âLanguage is hard!â âNo, LIFE is hard!! Language is just how we talk about itâÂ
Some days Dinosaur Comics just gets me.Â
lilith was created before eve from the same soil as adam to be his wifeÂ
she refused to lay beneath him, wishing to be his equal, only willing to have sex with him if she was on his side or on topÂ
adam tried to force her to have sex with him the way he wanted, so she left him and became a demonâŚ
âŚgo offÂ
i mean we could talk about how lilith was a badass whoâd rather be a demon than be subservient to a man or we could talk about the allegory here where a woman who demands agency is LITERALLY demonized⌠or the reality that this story means that the first man in the bible (or the first man ever, if you subscribe to that) was a rapist! great start, boys
this is so important.Â
I wonder how different shit would be if Adam attempting to rape Lilith was the âoriginal sinâ instead of Eve eating the apple.Â
That last comment hit me hardâŚ
âImagine a world without hateâ. #Love it!
Did this post just provide us with a glimpse of an alternate timeline because damn
Oh look itâs the Good Timeline

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This was the crossword puzzle in the New York Times yesterday.Â
Tausigâs crossword is a so-called SchrĂśdinger puzzle, named for the physicistâs hypothetical cat that is at once both alive and dead. In a SchrĂśdinger puzzle, select squares have more than one correct letter answer: They exist in two states at once. âBlack Halloween animal,â for example, could be both BAT or CAT, yielding two different but perfectly correct puzzles. Only 10 such puzzles have now been published in Times history.
Itâs the theme of Tausigâs puzzle, though, that makes it special. Four entries in Thursdayâs crossword can include either an âFâ or an âM.â Both are correct; neither is wrong. For example, âPart of a houseâ can be either ROOF or ROOM. The long ârevealerâ answer, tying those select entries together and spanning 11 squares smack-dab in the middle of the puzzle, is GENDER FLUID.
This puzzle, with âMâs and âFâs that arenât fixed, is a masterful blend of subject and structure. âIt potentially really evokes what gender fluidity is, which is not moving back and forth between two poles, but actually not being committed to either pole, and potentially existing in many states at different times,â Tausig said.
This is ⌠really cool.
Ohhhhh God of grace, we donât know what the hell weâre doing.
how one of my professors opened a prayer. I love seminary.
(via
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Christian references to âour troops,â in prayer or any other forms of discourse, are theologically inappropriate because âweâ (the church, Christians) do not have troops. Such talk confuses our being Christian with being American (or British, or whatever) and manifests a profound forgetfulness about two important aspects of the church stressed in Revelation: its international character as a worldwide assembly of people from every tribe and nation (Revelation 7) and its peaceful, nonviolent character as a community of the Lamb.
Michael J. Gorman, Reading Revelation Responsibly (pg. 52)
Good morning, everyone! What a week weâve got coming up. A tremendous week. The fall season is here, weâre working on huge tax cuts, and thereâs a lot of optimism having to do with business in our economy. Also, weâre ending Obamacare. And Iâm going to get the wall. But beyond all that, what Iâm looking forward to the most is another seven days of infecting every little aspect of your daily lives.
Oh, you thought you might be able to block me out for even a moment? Good luck with that one. There will be no rest from having to think about me, or my administration, or the latest controversy Iâve thrown myself into. I am inescapable. My name, my face, my voice, my words, and those of my legions of surrogatesâno matter how much you try to go about your normal life, I will find a way force myself in. MAGA!
Iâm like a disease without a cure. Thereâs not a single thing I havenât contaminated. News, entertainment, medicine, sports; if thereâs a part of culture I havenât ruined for you yet, just wait. This could be the week. Iâll either claw my way into your waking consciousness or just linger in the back of your mind, ready to pop out at any moment and remind you that Iâm the president of the United States and will be for at least the next three years. You know that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomachâthe one thatâs been there since last November? Well, itâs not going away this week, Iâll tell you that.
I will poison every second of quiet reflection that you previously enjoyed. No more sitting calmly with a coffee on a park bench. No more carefree drives with the windows down and the radio up. No more tranquil moments reveling in the splendor of a sunset. Just me festering in your brain, befouling all you hold dear.
Keep reading.
This is not even funny. Just bare honest facts.
going through my microsoft word archives is great fun because i always find the wildest shit in there and by âthe wildest shitâ i mean the time i tried to rewrite the entire bible from scratch at the age of eleven and a half
âAnd so Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden, and Eve turned to Adam and said, 'Nice going, loser.ââÂ
iconic
whilst you were listening to avril lavigne, i learned the way of the Lord
This is amazing

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he came for his entire life holy shit
Hilarious
indie band name generator:
your favourite fruit + the last reason you took painkillers
âWatermelon chemical burnâ LMAO
Grape Self-Inflicted Lacerations
Pomegranate PMS