Other witches: Contact your deities only on the full moon!!! Make sure to ask them meaningful questions!!! Talk to them respectfully!!!
Me summoning my deities in the middle of Walmart: what up my bois I got nervous standing in the middle of the store alone so I decided to summon the gang
when will YA authors realize that the mr. darcy fantasy isn’t “hot rich guy is a huge dick to you” but “hot rich guy fucking respects and listens to you”
“hot rich guy only seems like a huge dick because he has the social skills of an agarophobic lobster.”
“hot rich guy falls in love with you, respects your wishes when you tell him to fuck off, mends his ways with no ulterior motive and opens his dumb awkward heart to you”
My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.
When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).
I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.
My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.
My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.
When we made s’mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.
Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.
Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.
“I’m Dale Hanson, it’s getting harder to enjoy the day” lord jebus have marsy!!!!
I love dale hansen so much
I FUCKING SCREAMED AT WORK I LOVE THIS MAN PREACH SIR PREACH
Remember, Dale Hansen is also the one who spoke up about African-Americans taking a knee during the national anthem/White privilege (hint: He’s pro-knee)
And also about rape on college campuses (how it’s not the woman’s fault – warning, very personal):
AND about Michael Sam coming out (hint: he’s calling homophobes out)
Dale knows what’s up. Take note: This is how to be an ally. Especially in Texas.
This man is amazing!!
Here’s one more for yall on trans athletes. I love this guy, especially for his clear willingness to work on his own areas of bias and ignorance
one of the ways i know this culture has a massive issue with consent
is the sheer amount of people I’ve known that just lie & tell people they’re deathly allergic to foods they dislike
because otherwise people will hound them, mock them, coax them, harass them, try to force them to eat it, or even trick them into eating it, and they will never hear the end of it
your coworkers will bake it into a fucking pie, call it something else, and wait til your birthday, gather everyone and their first cousins to sit around in a circle waiting for you to put a forkful into your mouth and then point rhythmically at you in a chanting, glaring, sweating, unholy circle like SWISS CHARD SWISS CHARD YOU JUST ATE SWISS CHARD HA HA HA SWISS CHARD NOW YOU LIKE SWISS CHARD
Because forcing someone into a situation where they don’t feel safe declining putting something into their body they’d rather not be there is totes 100% wholesome American fun
And this is something so known that it’s infinitely easier to just lie and tell people that you’ll die if you eat that food…which actually doesn’t always stop it from happening
Throwing an addition on to this with that last sentence. It has 1000% gotten to the point that even if you do say you’re allergic to something people won’t believe you and try to get you to eat it.
I have a moderate allergy to capsaicin, the chemical that makes peppers spicy, it’s a pretty unusual allergy and more often than not I get brushed off. People think I’m lying, that I just don’t like spicy food, that I like to dick the people around in kitchens (which would be really fucking weird considering I WORK IN ONE)
ANNYYYWAY, on several occasions I’ve had people tell me that something doesn’t have hot peppers in or hot sauce etc, for me to nearly collapse, choking on the food, and struggling to breathe because my throat and tongue has started to swell. I’ve hand strangers do this to me, (ex)friends, and even my own stepdad who at one point I viewed as my dad has done this to me. “To see if I really was allergic” I have no doubt in my mind that doing exactly that has actually lead to someones death.
Someone says they don’t want/cant have something YOU DON’T FUCKING GIVE IT TO THEM FULL STOP.
The amount of times people have given me meat is ridiculous. I’m not allergic and I dont pretend to be but I’ve thought about using that as an excuse. I’ve been vegetarian for 15 years and cant digest meat. I have sat at the diner table sobbing while my mom served me and my sister pork and wouldnt let us leave the table until we’d eaten it all just to see if we were serious about it.
Hell, I used to be scared of heights. People would pick me up just to hear me scream after I told them. It was made worse by rock climbing, when it was a minor thing and then my dad made me continue, had the instructor yank on the harness until I – crying – reached the top.
It’s always been a big joke among my old friends, the ones I don’t talk to anymore, to immediately do the things, from pinching to lifting, to using slurs, to just making godawful screeching sounds, as soon as I’ve said I don’t like something. I can’t say I don’t like Harry Potter or Star Wars without people trying to force me to watch it, to act like I’m blaspheming, to treat me like I am crazy for it (in truth it’s because I couldnt get away from it and I was so overexposed that I didnt like it, then being treated like that made my nonchalance turn to hate). I’ve had people trick me into showing them my license because I didn’t want to tell them my dead name and then use it constantly in public spaces.
This isnt just about food. When people tell you they don’t want to do something, regardless of what that thing is, you need to respect that. You need to treat them kindly and trust them to know themselves. If you find pleasure in the pain and humiliation in others, there is something very wrong with you.
The Archery Range 