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I have a folder of these on my phone... I'm not sure what that says about me!

My girlfriend’s whole body stiffens and they go, “What the FUCK!”

you are not out of paper

you have so much paper

it’s okay to function as intended

you are not out of ink

i just refilled that cartridge last month

you can connect to that computer you’re supposed to connect to

you are playing with an imaginary toy in an imaginary sandbox. fandom is all about having fun and letting your imagination run wild. canon is only a suggestion, not a rule. how much of canon you will follow, if any, is entirely up to you.

please stop trying to apply rules on hobbies and something that’s supposed to be your comfort place and a form of self-care.

“is it okay if I think this” “is it okay if I imagine that” it’s YOUR little world that you create for yourself and your own enjoyment. you literally do not need strangers’ opinions or permission when it comes to a hobby that doesn’t harm or affect anybody in real life. again, it’s YOUR imagination, YOUR world, YOUR creation. you have all the power and the freedom to:

headcanon whatever you want, however you want

ship whatever you want, however you want

write whatever you want, however you want

draw whatever you want, however you want

create whatever you want, however you want

reject whatever you want, however you want

as long as you’re not harming anybody in real life, how you have fun with fictional characters and your imagination is no one’s business but your own’s.

“It’s tempting to assume”: someone’s assumption is about to be criticized

In all cases, these statements serve as the prologue to some correction for a mistaken assumption, as explained above.

In the first case, the word "easy" is used to emphasize that the mistake is common, natural, and understandable, and that there is no shame for being mistaken on the given matter of topic. This is a very common turn of phrase.

In the second case, the word "tempting" is used to emphasize that the mistake is born out of some desirable motive. The biases that caused one to form the mistaken assumption as potentially sympathetic to the corrector. This is an less common, but known, turn of phrase, implying a harsher critique.

SIMPLE SYRUP SIMPLE SYRUP SIMPLE SYRUP

I got some REALLY AWESOME local strawberries from my feed mill, but I absolutely could not eat the quantity of strawberries I got before they would have gone bad and the birds are not huge fans of strawberries. So instead of wasting the last 8 or so, I jam-packed this little container with strawberries, added an equal weight of white sugar, and stuck it in the fridge for about a day and a half.

The sugar leaches the juice/water content from the strawberries and creates a saturated, thin syrup (lower sugar = thinner, more watery, higher sugar = thicker, more like maple syrup). As you can see, the container is not jam-packed with strawberries, they have considerably shrunk in size, as all their delicious, delicious juices are now trapped in a fucking fantastic fresh simple syrup.

What we do is slice the strawberries to increase their surface area, and put in layers of strawberries and sugar. We stir once or twice over the next day to make sure the sugar that sinks to the bottom is given a chance to contact the liquid, and it's done when no more sugar will dissolve in, and the strawberries are all floating near the top.

We then scoop the strawberries off the top, drain the jar into containers (freeze some), and run the sugar sediment at the bottom through a dehydrator to make strawberry sugar.

Their mother picked up after them. They were not required to take plates the kitchen or do the dishes or anything like that.

My mother, who would tell you she is for equality, came home one day, sighed at the mess of dirty dishes scattered about, and said, "Gayle, help me pick up."

"Those aren't my dishes," I said. "I picked up my dishes."

My mother sighed again. "Just help me pick up."

"No," I said again. "I didn't make that fucking mess."

She never approached my brothers and said, "Boys, in this house, you take your dishes to the kitchen." She did not tell our dad, "Hey, tell the boys they need to pick up after themselves."

It was, "Gayle, pick up the dishes."

And when I refused because it was not my fucking mess, I got lectured about being difficult.

See also: My brothers--in a classic dick-move of all siblings--figured out they could pop the lock on the bathroom door and throw it open, and I would freak out because I was in the shower and trying to get five fucking minutes of peace.

Jonathan:

Jonathan: I think I’d rather you just call him a slur