i agree that jameela makes great points at times, but she’s also the same woman who thinks the likes of laverne cox are women just because they identify that way. you can’t be a woman who calls out the deep-seated misogyny of society while also saying that any male who “feels” like a woman is one, and his opinions on womanhood automatically become relevant.
I hope you and all TERFs shit your pants in public too.
buddy her thinking trans women are women is a bonus not a flaw
Ha wow I was really nervous in the beginning there thinking my queen might have done something horrible but nah she’s actually better than anyone else and terfs stay pressed
So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.
math boy: square glasses, chubby, pink hoodies, introverted, messy handwriting, organized, excited easily, dimples, doesnt care for pda, cute giggles, little romantic gifts, awkward
history boy: kind of a dick in a good way, sends the best memes, turtlenecks, messy hair, denies loving someone for a long time, always knows what to say, never sleeps, loves dogs, always screaming about the news
language arts/english boy: button up shirts with sweaters, dark curly hair, soft giggles, fuzzy socks, meaningful quotes, acne, deep, reblogs edgy shit, always tired but never sleeps, great with makeup, dad friend
science boy: always looking for something new to learn about, introverted and quiet, but never stops rambling, plain sweatshirts, black n grey jeans, green eyes, loves hand holding, gets bored easily, steals other peoples clothes
art boy: cuffed jeans, beat up converse, loves kisses, never sleeps, charcoal stained hands, watches anime, painted nails, amazed by everything, lifts others up, those cool art socks, aesthetic cardigans
music boy: kinda edgy, never wears colors, stays up all night and then complains about being tired, doc martens, black sweaters, vainy hands, eye bags, listens to a ton of musicals but would never admit it, has an adorable smile but rarely shares it
Just about every joke in Avatar: The Last Airbender is peak comedy but conceptually my favorite moment is that scene in The Waterbending Scroll where Zuko’s crew was fighting some pirates and Aang was lost in the middle of a smoke cloud.
Now, Aang being an Airbender, the logical thing to do would be to blow the smoke away, which he does.
This would be funny enough in and of itself, but what really gets me is that Aang just nopes his way out of the situation by… Calling the smoke back?
Like on top of this being the literal only instance of an aerokinetic character blowing smoke away in reverse (not the same thing as kicking up a cloud of dust) just… everyone who was fighting just goes back to fighting each other like that didn’t just happen? Like they didn’t just see the Avatar- who they’re fighting over- is no longer tied up?
This five seconds of animation is just the most beautifully hilarious mess.
The original “upgrade” “oh shit go back”
What about
“You’re just a kid!”
“Well you’re just a teenager???”
Everything in Avatar was a masterpiece
My personal favorite: Anytime Aang sneezed he’s either fly 20 feet in the air and slowly float back down or completely ruin whatever was in front of him for the force of the blast XD
whatever your opinion about aang not killing ozai, I think we can all agree that ozai would have literally rather died than live the rest of his life as That Guy Who Got The Shit Kicked Outta Him By A 12-Year-Old Pacifist Monk.
me: aang is a very powerful avatar and the fact that he was able to mostly-master all the elements at such a young age means he would be a terrifying opponent!
also me: avatar roku’s spirit spends at least 30% of his time haunting ozai, slapping trash can lids together & yelling “you got beat up by caillou”
This made me nearly bite a pencil in half in enraged memory.
@ THE REST OF MY ANCIENT HISTORY CLASS; Y’ALL ARE WELCOME FOR THAT FUCKIN A THE REST OF YOU DID NO GODDAMN WORK FOR
Oh man, so I know everyone hates group projects with ample good reason, but lemme just tell you something that happened to me in my final year of uni. My dad got real sick and was in and out of hospital numerous times, one time with a suspected heart attack. Which meant my mum ended up caring for my dad, and I wound up caring for my disabled brother, on top of working a part time job and going to university full time.
My grades slid dramatically. I was having to appeal nearly all my results with my professors, and was mercifully granted extensions by all but one of them. (Which, if you’re out there Ronald: stub your toe and step on lego for the rest of eternity.) And then our Revolutionary Cultures prof. assigned a group project, and paired us at random with our classmates. And I knew, I knew I was just going to be a dead weight so I went to my new buddy and told them we should go to the profs office and ask for her to be switched to someone else who wasn’t just going to drag them down. And my new best buddy for the rest of the semester looked at me, looked at our assigned project, and very gently started to cry as she told me “I was just about to say the same thing to you,” and then tearfully told me her mum was dying, and the only reason she hadn’t dropped out to take care of her was because her mum wanted to see her graduate. She’d been given six months and we graduated in five. Provided we finished this class. And we were both out of appeals and leniency time.
It’s probably one of my most vivid memories from the whole college experience, just sitting on the floor of the Renaissance Lit corridor hugging someone who until a moment ago had been a relative stranger known only in passing, and trying to tell them it would be okay, we’d get the paper done. And we did. We scraped a C- together between the two of us and we managed to coast over the passing mark for the class and were allowed to graduate with abysmal but passing marks.
And I still think about her all the time. Especially when I wind up in group projects for work, and it feels like no one else is shouldering any of the burden, I make a note to reach out and say “hey, you don’t seem to be engaging with this much, are you okay?”
And a lot of the time it shocks people. They’re not expecting earnest concern for their lack of interest, and you find out things like their kid is sick, their dog just died, they’ve got health issues going on, or sometimes they just don’t know where to begin with the project and didn’t want to tell you that because they were frightened of being judged or perceived as lazy when they’re just overwhelmed.
And I honestly wish things like this were taught in team building exercises, cause that’s what group projects in school are. They’re supposed to be teaching you how to work well with others and achieve a common goal, while at the same time totally skipping over the fundamentals of human interaction and how to engage socially with others, and it’s fucking bullshit.
I hate this because the whole time I was reading this I was thinking about reblogging this with the story of how I got fucked over by a group project this semester and then it ended up being sympathetic and now I have to be sympathetic ugggh
Honestly I have only had one good experience with group work. And that was when I texted my partner and told them, “hey. I’m feeling overwhelmed right now. I can’t do this part of the project. Can you help me?” And they responded, “yeah, I’m also having a bad time. Let’s redistribute.” So we redistributed the worrk so we were both doing things we could handle, and despite both being overwhelmed and semisuicidal we got an A. Teamwork requires communication, and communication requires a little bit of trust. Which is a very hard thing for people like me, with no faith in humanity. But I’ve found that at least if you demonstrate to your group partners that YOU are a compassionate and reasonable individual, things won’t too terribly. Mostly.
The Chaos Bitches 