Listen here, you little shit…
Saturn was NOT a single lady.
"I’ll tell him not to go to a play. Ever."
you should not hit dogs
In every incarnation, every timeline, every vision, it is destiny for finn to lose his right arm, i knew it would be connected to the grass sword but i had no idea it would be this soon
April 22 - In yaakumech
Such polite barks
he gets up all excited the last time like YEAH I’M GONNA SPEAK YEAH WATCH THIS
Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks
Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.
No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.
Gettin sick of that false equality mindset that’s flying around.
animaniacs was ahead of its time
I have to remind myself and the angry fandom side of tumblr about this periodically or this damn website might implode
FUN STORY TIME
Warner Bros. Animation studios was one of the first, if not the first, major media producers to be introduced to, and subsequently effected by, internet “nerd” culture.
Tiny Toon Adventures was on television around the time the internet started to gain popularity, and Warner Bros. found themselves the unwilling targets of various letters and emails from several people in the furry fandom (which, before this point, had been mostly unheard of), requesting naked pictures of Babs Bunny and other characters. One dude in particular sent scores of letters to Tress MacNielle, Babs’ voice actress, describing sexual acts that he wanted to do to the characters she voiced. It became such a problem that Tress began cancelling appearances and soon lost interest in working on Tiny Toons altogether. The show was canceled not long after that.
The man who continually harassed Tress became the inspiration and base model for the “obsessed internet nerd” trope character that would appear at the end of the final episode of Tiny Toons (as “the most frightening thing in the world”), as well as in future shows, such as Animaniacs.
Good ole’ Dennis Falk,
American school system
I saw your tags and I would really like to comment with personal story if you don’t mind.
The gifted area really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The children all look like they’re smiling, sure, but let’s be real— they go home and stress and cry.
I was a “gifted and talented” kid, and it was far from this. My whole life, things were harder because I was expected to be better. I was expected to be reading higher-level books, but the school didn’t allow me to read higher-level books because it was “unfair” to the other students. Teachers subconsciously graded me harder than other students, even on things I was not “gifted” in, like math (a subject in which I have always struggled). We had extra homework and extra tests. In my program, we were removed from regular classes once a week to learn bonus material. Not only were we expected to learn the bonus material, but we were expected to make up the missed material and pass the tests on it; only no one was there to teach us the material we missed, because we were expected to already know it. It was pounded into my brain every day of my life from the moment I started school that I had to be perfect, and if I wasn’t perfect it was the result of some character flaw. If an average student got a B, it was cause for celebration, but if I got an A I was simply meeting expectations. If an average student got a D, it was sad and they needed extra help and it was the teachers fault for not helping them; if I got a B or a C, it was the end of the world and clearly there was something wrong with me. I was slacking, or goofing off, or expecting the teachers to just “hand” the A to me because I was “special”.
I skipped a grade because I was “gifted.” When I tell people of this, they assume I must be a “genius.” You don’t know how many times I’ve heard people tell me, “Wow, you must be really smart or something. You’re a genius.”
Fast forward to college. I was told I should go to Yale or Harvard. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to go to college somewhere where I could learn but also enjoy myself. People make fun of me for my choice of school because someone as “gifted” as me could have “done so much better.”
This “genius” can’t pass Intro to Biology 1010, because no one ever taught her proper studying techniques—they just assumed she already knew. This “genius” cries herself to sleep over a B in an difficult science class. This genius faces crippling anxiety because she knows she’ll never measure up to people’s expectations of her. This “genius” sometimes cuts herself because the pressure to be perfect is too much for her. This “genius” feels like throwing herself off a building if she gets anything less than a B, because she’s been taught her whole life that if she doesn’t get perfect grades it is some sort of character flaw; she must be a worthless idiot.
I don’t know what it’s like to be in the “Nothing Special” area but being gifted is no walk in the park as the cartoon suggests. We both face challenges; they are different challenges, but they are both challenges.
This is so accurate.
"It was pounded into my brain every day of my life from the moment I started school that I had to be perfect, and if I wasn’t perfect it was the result of some character flaw." god thank you
This is so important thank you so much
im tryin to learn a new song but all i have is this ….catpiano to learn it on ; o ;
My heart just fucking shattered.
Harvest Moon: (More) Friends of Mineral Town
True Love Edition
It’s finally here! Everyone’s favorite farming simulator with a dash of homo finally has an update!!
For those who aren’t familiar, Harvest Moon: True Love Edition is a hack of the GBA games Friends of Mineral Town and More Friends of Mineral Town. The hack swaps the player character from one game to the other. This means all you farm-girls can finally date and marry one of the lovely ladies of Mineral Town, and all you farm-boys can woo one of the town’s handsome gentlemen.
Version 2 brings it all together with a full script edit of the game. Now the characters will all use the proper gendered terms when referring to the player. While this does alleviate some of the weird gender confusion in the first release of the game, you’ll still have to deal with the weird mpreg scenario.
To get started, click on the link below, and I hope you enjoy falling in love all over again.
hey this is really cool!!
i like this story because a cop was shot but nobody will get in trouble for shooting the cop and some children got to calmly play with a dog
saw this tip jar at my Dairy Queen today and lost it at tipiosa