don't unplug me

Or just shut me down, please just love me

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frank-schlongbottom:

i used to think that a foot of parchment was a lot and feel bad when harry potter characters were assigned to write that much

but then i realized the paper i write on is 8.5 by 11 inches.

so a foot of parchment is the equivalent of like, not even a page and a half of paper.

they complained SO MUCH about essays that were like

a page and a half

wtf guys

get your shit together

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glintglimmergleam:

what it basically boils down to is this:

maaaybe i’m a feminist killjoy and freedom-of-speech oppressor who “can’t take a joke”

or maybe, just maybe

you’re a racist misogynist with a shitty sense of humor who “can’t take criticism”.

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plot twist:
yahoo buys tumblr and we get proper blocking features, lockable posts, a sent folder in messages/fanmail with a better interface, ability to search multiple tags, removal of the post and message limits, proper search engines for likes/archives and removing that bloody "reblog as a link" option.

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roguebelle:

scissorsappledog:

flozac:

the principal at my school made an announcement yesterday that the girls need to start covering up and then i found this in the hallway

“Sorry, eighteen-year-old Marguerite. I know it’s hot as balls in Virginia in summer, but the fact that you are in clothing that matches the cut of boys’ clothing in order to keep you cool is inappropriate. You see, you have these dangerous appendages. Boobs? Oh, no, those are practically illegal. I was talking about legs. And dare I say it, thighs. And these are very sexual, legs. Admittedly, if you cover up your legs, we’re only going to find something else to complain about. Your red nail polish or red lipstick, maybe. Your large earrings. Your hair. It’s safest just to cover everything and be plain as a plucked goose. Admittedly, we’ll then shame you for not taking pride in your appearance, but at least you won’t get into any trouble with the administration. It’s a lot easier to program an entire culture to blame victims and systematically shame the bodies of an entire gender than it is to teach people manners. Not even complicated manners like ‘How to serve a six-course meal,’ but simple manners, like ‘Don’t stare at a girl wearing literally the same style of clothing you are’ or even - ha! - ‘Don’t stare at girls who don’t want to be stared at.’ I’ll let you off with a warning this time. Count yourself lucky. If anything had happened, you’d only have yourself to blame. We’re really doing this for your own good.”

One of the proudest moments of my life remains the day when I took my bra off in the commons and shoved it in my backpack after Tharp told me it was inappropriate that its strap was showing from underneath my tank top. I maintain that the only reason I didn’t get written up for it was because I managed to just totally astonish him.

roguebelle:

scissorsappledog:

flozac:

the principal at my school made an announcement yesterday that the girls need to start covering up and then i found this in the hallway

“Sorry, eighteen-year-old Marguerite. I know it’s hot as balls in Virginia in summer, but the fact that you are in clothing that matches the cut of boys’ clothing in order to keep you cool is inappropriate. You see, you have these dangerous appendages. Boobs? Oh, no, those are practically illegal. I was talking about legs. And dare I say it, thighs. And these are very sexual, legs. Admittedly, if you cover up your legs, we’re only going to find something else to complain about. Your red nail polish or red lipstick, maybe. Your large earrings. Your hair. It’s safest just to cover everything and be plain as a plucked goose. Admittedly, we’ll then shame you for not taking pride in your appearance, but at least you won’t get into any trouble with the administration. It’s a lot easier to program an entire culture to blame victims and systematically shame the bodies of an entire gender than it is to teach people manners. Not even complicated manners like ‘How to serve a six-course meal,’ but simple manners, like ‘Don’t stare at a girl wearing literally the same style of clothing you are’ or even - ha! - ‘Don’t stare at girls who don’t want to be stared at.’ I’ll let you off with a warning this time. Count yourself lucky. If anything had happened, you’d only have yourself to blame. We’re really doing this for your own good.”

One of the proudest moments of my life remains the day when I took my bra off in the commons and shoved it in my backpack after Tharp told me it was inappropriate that its strap was showing from underneath my tank top. I maintain that the only reason I didn’t get written up for it was because I managed to just totally astonish him.

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