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Wigs styling and parental lying

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Where that New England Gothic post
my personal favorite
That’s going to be expensive!
Me: oh damn that's a lot of roof, you're right that'll be really expensive
Me at the end of the video: *jaw drops* OHHHHHH NOOOOO NOW I GET IT
My coworker Alyson told me that when beginning to suspect she had autism she sat down to make a spreadsheet she called “Is This a Symptom?“
By line 84 she conceded she probably had autism. Highlights include: “I can’t wear nail polish or my nails can’t breathe”, “I follow eight baseball leagues in five countries, is this a special interest?”, “T-rex arms: I thought that was normal.” The spreadsheet was listed as a symptom.
My other coworker Astrid was handed a list of about 54 rows and two columns one of the behavior one of explanations of things she had done that her also extremely autistic coworker had made after working with her for three hours.
What I’ve learned is that the autistic girlies love a fucking list.
*lovingly glances at certain people I know*
Employer: “Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?”
Me:
I love this because you could mean anyone in th picture, including the bear.
You made this 1000x better
Who wouldn’t aspire to be a stylishly dressed Were-bear with a beautiful nude woman on their back providing musical accompaniment as you drive unwanted trespassers from the steps of your stately residence?
Seems like a pretty sweet deal to me.
Belle: Beast, I have to go back to my father, your magic mirror showed he was sick.
Beast: Really? Let me see…. Huh, actually it look like some guy called Gaston is going to have him committed.
Belle: What now? *Grabs mirror*
Beast: you know that guy? he seems like a douche.
Belle: Beast…. Honey…. you wanna get out of the house for a few hours?
Beast: Against my better judgement, I’m gonna say yes.
*Later*
Belle: FLEE MORTALS, I AM ARTEMIS, GODDESS OF THE WILD HUNT, AND I HAVE COME FOR YOU.
Beast: HEY NOT THAT I’M NOT HAVING FUN BUT WHY ARE YOU NAKED?
Belle: ARTEMIS, GODDESS OF THE WILD HUNT DOES NOT REQUIRE CLOTHES.
Beast: I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS SIDE OF YOU BEFORE AND I’M NOT GONNA LIE I KIND OF DIG IT.
Belle: YEAH I’M HAVING FUN TOO. HEY ITS LEFOU, GASTON’S LITTLE CHEERLEADER. GET HIM!
Beast: YES MA’AM!
Fairy: *Watching in the distance*: You know I was gonna turn him back, but it looks like they’re having fun so I’ll come back tomorrow.
For those who are unaware, this is an illustration from an actual scene in the first Witcher book in the retelling of the BatB story :D The Beast and one of his many lady friends did this for the lulz every time people came to rescue the “poor maiden” and slay the monster.
and this

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His Serenity Edrehasivar VII
Finished rereading The Goblin Emperor and wanted to try drawing Maia in his imperial robes.
Things That Happened On My First Day At Target
-Sold lingerie to an eighty year old woman
-Got a free salted caramel frappacino from the suspectedly gay barista, Parker
-Sold a bra to the mom of a sixteen year old girl who was cringing the entire time
-Had a very engaging conversation with a three year old boy about colors. We both like blue.
-Served an old woman who I thought had an impressive mustache, but it was just nose hair
-Watched her and two other women with her get trapped between two sets of automatic doors because they did not understand how to open them. How they got through the first set, I still do not know.
-Sold fifteen gallons of kitty litter to a soccer mom who refused to break eye contact
-Got a second free starbucks drink. This one was a pumpkin pie one that wasn’t even on the menu. I like this barista man.
-Gave dozens of children stickers. Several of them squealed when they got them. This is the best part of my job.
-Sold an old man $200 of furniture and got him to sign up for a Target credit card. Before he finished the last step, he turned and walked away with his cart without a word.
-He still hadn’t paid. I called him back and he apologized, saying “sorry, sometimes my diabetes makes me do that.” He didn’t finish getting the card.
-A woman came up with $220 of items. After a wad of coupons and a stack of free gift cards from other promotions, her total went down to $55. I want her to teach me.
-Saw a girl skipping down the aisle in what can only be described as a pink princess fairy wedding dress. She was filled with happiness and if I hadn’t been on the clock I would have taken her. At the very least, I want that outfit for my own.
-Got approached by a large man named Jason. He told me not to steal. I will take this advice to heart.
-Met a woman referred to only as The Cat Lady. She asked if I wanted her to buy me a keychain from Ross. I told her I had no keys. She nodded solemnly and walked away, whispering their exact location inside Ross, just in case.
-Got called into the HR Head’s office at the end of my shift. I was expecting to be yelled at for some reason. She and another lead showered me in compliments for ten minutes straight, saying a lot of managers had been saying great things about me all day. Not what I expected, but I’ll take it.
Day Two:
-Intimidating farmer man in overalls and pigtails came through my checkout. He bought a bucket. He spoke no words. He made no eye contact. He left me with questions.
-Three college boys came through, each buying spandex and makeup wipes. They spoke no words. They made too much eye contact. They left me with more questions. I question when this job will provide answers.
-A three year old came through, pushed by his personal chauffeur. He bought one small Spider-Man onesie. He carried out the entire transaction on his own. He was the most polite customer I have had so far.
-Three people walked away without their change. Only two returned.
-A man bought thirty light bulbs with a coupon. He told me he did not need thirty light bulbs. He just likes coupons.
-He then walked to customer service, claiming to have returned several things he did not mean to. He then walked a lap around the store and left. He did not leave the store with his light bulbs. They were nowhere to be found.
-A customer came through looking nervous. She leaned over the counter. She whispered to me. Someone had pooped in the baby supplies aisle. All evidence pointed to it not being a baby.
Day Three:
-Two children came through the line. They were chanting to their mom through heavy streams of tears. “WE WANT STICKERS MOMMY.” There were no stickers at any of the registers. They continued crying. I failed my people.
-An old woman bought five bottles of wine and a large bottle of vodka. Her license told me she had lived through World War II. Her smile told me she was still living.
-I sorted through the candy in the checkout lanes. I was meant to set aside candy that had expired in the last month. A box of Kit Kats was found that had expired in February of 2015. One was missing. I hope the poor sap is okay.
-Clearance school supplies have arrived. A man bought 71 spiral notebooks for $6. A woman bought 110 folders for $4. I hope they meet each other. I would like to see the child of two math problem characters.
-A bearded man named Rusty came through. I sold him a bottle of Crystal Light powder and a gallon of water. The powder was empty. The water jug had an inch of pink water left in it. How long has he been inside the store already. His beard intimidated me too much to ask.
-An elderly man in a fedora pushed two full carts into my lane. They were both filled to the brim. He bought 52 12-packs of Mountain Dew. 12 were diet. He repeatedly told me he was 80 years old. As I handed him his receipt, he leaned in and whispered, “I’m going to get DRUNK.” He pointed at his carts, smiled at me, and scurried away with his definitively alcoholic purchase. I wonder if he knows. I wonder if he cares.
Day Four:
-The store is having a 10% off your entire purchase sale. I have a coupon to scan if anyone asks for it. I scan it if people don’t ask for it if they’re nice to me. I don’t scan it if they’re rude. Power is a new sensation. Power is a good sensation.
- Because of the sale, we have been flooded with guests itching for a bargain. When I need to go on my break, the manager has to stand in front of the line and tell people to go somewhere else. As the line died down, I prepared to leave. A new wave of people approached. She whispered to me “run as soon as you can.” I did not see her after my break.
-An old man comes through the line and loudly announces that “this is a cash thing. No cards!” His clarity is appreciated, but also questioned.
-A young man follows him. He jokes, “this is a card thing. No cash!” His smile shows he was a kind man. His joke shows he was a dad.
-A confused teenager follows after. He whispers, “……….cash”. He thinks he has to announce his payment type. I do not correct him.
-Children continue to handle their own transactions. This makes my day good. One girl had her own wallet and told me “thank you for your help, sir”. This makes my day great.
- Five hours into my shift, I discover small figurines of Bambi and Pluto behind my register screen. Knowing that I am experiencing the happiest place on earth for a bargain price is nice.
-A customer purchased hard salami. The store sells a product called hard salami. How anyone can work or shop here with a straight face remains beyond me.
-A small girl waits in the cart as her mother pays for her transaction. She decides she had enough. She shouts, “Let me out of here!” She attempts to leave the cart. She realizes the walls are too tall. She sits down and accepts her fate with a shocking level of grace.
-A grown man sees a coloring book on a shelf. He calls after his wife, who has already walked away. “There’s a coloring book here. This is just pitiful.” No one has any response for this.
-I met a man who looked like Harry Potter if, instead of getting out of the cupboard at age eleven, he stayed in there for fifteen more years with nothing but Red Bull and My Chemical Romance albums.
-A woman gets 69 cents back in change. I know that I will likely get reprimanded if I make a 69 joke to a customer. I do not speak to the customer any further. I am trying to decide if it is worth losing my job or not.
-A little girl in basketball shorts kicks the candy rack multiple times. I expect her to turn around and show that she is throwing a fit. Instead, she seems calm and please. She is having the time of her life. I look forward to seeing where life takes her.
-A child in my lane gets a toy. A child in the next lane yells at him for having a toy when he does not. Toy-having child prepares to throw the toy at toy-lacking child. Parents pick up their respective children. Thus ends the Baby Feud of 2016.
Day Five:
-I open my register. An octogenarian woman approaches. She purchases bras and lingerie. I cry on the inside. It is too early for these images.
-A small girl helped me put her parents bags into their cart. Every time I hand her a bag, she digs through it, announcing which things are hers and which are her parents, and putting her parents’ items in the cart without the bag. They did not earn the bag and she treats them accordingly.
-A group of old people came on a field trip to Target and spent ten minutes discussing the new Jungle Book movie before buying a copy. Their reviews were overwhelmingly positive and gleeful.
-The DVD ran $18.94. The group banded together, pulling out every coin they could find to ensure they gave me exact change. They must have had ten dollars in coins between them. The strength of their teamwork inspired me. The depth of their pockets confounded me.
-A fly flew directly into my nostril before bouncing around and making a swift exit. I was more impressed by its aim than bothered by its decisions.
-A woman seemingly stepped out of the 19th century prairie to purchase a frappucino. I think her dress was handmade. Her head scarf still had a price tag.
-An old couple came through my lane to purchase gardening tools. Anytime one of them turned their back to the other, they would be tickled without warning or mercy. I believe I have just had a glimpse into my future.
-A very angry old man pulled two full carts through. He purchased a Twix bar, a bottle of Diet Pepsi, 36 pairs of underwear, and 262 adult diapers. I believe I have just had another glimpse into my future.
I know I peaked with this in 2016 and have been riding the high ever since but the fact that a decade later people are still seeing my stories and I’m still able to make people smile makes me feel a sense of pride and happiness that almost nothing in life besides my kids has brought me like this means so much to see
We need to standardize clothing sizes. This is fucking stupid. Pass a federal law or something. I’m sick of this shit.
Rather than standardizing some arbitrary scale (dress size), they should just give the actual measurement.
Like, men's trousers give the waist and inside leg. Women's clothing should do likewise.
traditional chinese firework huohu火壶 by 江寻千
This is beautiful. Is this the same lady that learned the iron fireworks technique too?
I'm posting this here because yes it's visually beautiful, but more importantly it shows the process of learning. It's not easy. It's scary. There's not a lot of people doing it.
It's beautiful because of the effort, not in spite of it. I feel like we don't value the effort of learning in social media posts, and this was incredibly done.
Really want the SloMo Guys to film this...
This comic is genuinely how I remember which is which.

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Look, it's simple. If a person has to actively work to make money, they're not "the rich" and they're not the problem. A surgeon making $200k a year still stops making money if they stop showing up to do surgery, because they're still selling their labor. The radical discrepancies in how we value different skills are certainly a problem, but the guy who makes money when he doesn't even get out of bed is the one making money on the value of other people's labor.
Time for my favorite chart!
Notice billions ain't even on there. Outliers something something.
Hey scroll back up. The second column is LIQUID ASSETS. That's essentially money that you can spend today. This isn't even talking about salary or net worth.
I thought I was Level 3. I have a savings account that does get a little interest. Not much but it's a start.
No. It turns out I'm not Level 3. I'm level 0.
@jorality
We know who has all the brain cells
It makes the dream work
Being smart enough to know when to consult and listen to someone more knowledgeable is in fact quite smart! Many humans cannot manage this!
The largest mass shooting in American history was a hate crime against gay people. Don’t ever forget that.
June 12, 2016. Putting a date on this for when it gets reblogged months from now by people who think the post is about something from 30, 40 years ago.
I am a survivor of the Pulse nightclub shooting, having grown up in Orlando and just turned 20 a month prior. If you didn’t know, there were several families who refused to claim the bodies of their relatives due to their sexuality. One family even had their relative’s name removed from the memorial. Murdered by the same hate with which their families reject them in both life and death.
Many, many people celebrated Pulse. We were told we deserved it. That it was God’s punishment for our sin of loving the same sex. We are sent messages like these I received in 2018:
We in the community often call the victim count 49+ to include the survivors who couldn’t live with the pain.
The event was never officially declared a hate crime or targeted homophobic attack and is rarely listed as one in databases.
At our vigils for those slaughtered, Extremist Christian groups showed up to protest, holding signs like this:
ID: Me kissing a woman I was casually seeing in front of an angry looking man with a “Sodomy is Sin” sign.
Please understand how much more than just a mass shooting this was. We are still to this day harassed and told we deserved it by some.
This year was the sixth anniversary. The first couple years I received dozens of messages checking in on me on 6/12. Year 5 got enough news coverage for people to think to reach out to me. This year it was my therapist, the woman I kissed in that photo, and a couple of other gun violence survivor friends. People are forgetting already.
With the 7 year anniversary <2 weeks away, I figured I’d reblog this
Do Not Let HR do this to you. It is not illegal to talk about wages in the work place. I did and got a 12% raise!
by Christian Spencer

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Joanna with the greatest post-win photo of all time
My sisters and I were talking about our future kids doing sports and damn why do so many sports either put you at risk for life-altering injuries (like football) or put you at risk for lifelong body image issues (like dance). A lot of sports that have lower risk of these two things, like swimming and martial arts, are not offered at schools in our area and mean a large amount of money paid for lessons outside of school.
Track and field sports were our favored choice in the end. It has the bonus of being relatively easy to continue into adulthood. Golf and tennis also met the same standards but those sports are considered kind of upper class and pretentious in many spheres, and equipment can get expensive.
What other sports jump to mind for you? My sisters or myself did martial arts, cheer, gymnastics, tennis, and hockey, so those were sports that began out discussion, but I’m sure there are sports we aren’t even thinking of as well.
I’m glad people are mentioning marching band, color guard, and show choir, which are also activities my sisters and I did. Many people leave them out of “sports” classifications but I agree that they count,
tennis, basketball, and cricket all come to mind. You probably don’t have the latter and while it has a lowish injury rate, the fatality rate is non-insignificant.
Wait, cricket has a significant fatality rate???