Hi my name is Maria and I'm pansexual. I'm a really big fan of Newsies and it's kind of a problem. If you ever need help or to talk about anything I'm always here for you.
I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (“say bye bus!”) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.
I’m glad there’s a teacher version of “accidentally called teacher ‘mom’”
when I worked at Medieval Times occasionally I would slip in real life and call people “my lord”
One time during family prayer, dad began: “our father who art in heaven, American Airlines, how can I help you?”
One time my dad went to the White Castle drive-thru and the lady (who was supposed to say ‘Welcome to White Castle, what’s your crave?’) asked, “Welcome to White Castle, what’s your problem?”
She apologized profusely while my dad proceeded to lose his shit laughing.
Yesterday I went to Wendy’s and the girl said “Welcome to McDonalds” and then just sighed
Somebody in the elevator asked me what floor I lived on, and I answered “please open your books to page eight”, and we just kind of stared at each other, blinking.
i work retail full time and my script gets frequently messy - ill ask the same question twice, or say “$2.60 is your total” while handing back their change, or say “how are you doing today?” instead of “have a good day!” like name it ive bungled it
but anyway, this lady came thru my line buying a book and the review on the front said: “few books are well written, fewer still are important, and this book manages to be both”
as i handed her the bag i was trying to say “thanks, youre all set” and instead my brain mashed up the review and i said “thanks, youre important”
there was this short pause in which i tried to figure out what the fuck id just said. she blinked and then said “oh thank you! youre important too!”
the real kicker was one of my coworkers. when i was relating this story later his response was “at least you said something NICE. last week i accidentally combined ‘youre welcome’ and ‘no problem’ into ‘youre a problem’”
one time, since I used to work as a daycare teacher with preschoolers, i was on my college campus in my gym, and someone was running in the weight room and tripped over a machine and fell, and instead of offering to help, I just stared and said, “This is why we use our walking feet.”
we both sat there for a while until the guy nodded and said, “yeah, okay, i should’ve done that.”
I work at a doggie daycare where we do training and socialization. After being together for about a month, the guy I’m with asked why I always try to stick my hand in my pocket whenever he held the door open for me or did something polite.
I was reaching for my treat pouch. I was trying to train my date with dog biscuits.
As the VJ started giving bullshit racist excuses about “narrow-casting” and making things more palatable for white 17 year olds in little towns, Bowie pressed even further and said, “Surely, [black artists] mean something to black 17 year olds. They are a part of America, too.” This goes on for several minutes and Bowie never lets up. Finally, after more bullshit from the VJ, Bowie says “Interesting…” The VJ thinking he may have won Bowie over says, “Yeah, valid point, right?” And Bowie corrects him with a ridiculing laugh and says, “No, I UNDERSTAND your point of view.” In other words, I understand you and MTV are a bunch of racists assholes. I highly recommend everyone find this video and see the entire exchange…and god bless that cameraman for getting that tight shot of Bowie’s “Bitch please” eyes
Oh my god, Bowie was having NONE of it. His entire demeanour was just unimpressed to put it very lightly. Also shout out to the camera person who thought the zoom in on Bowie’s face was needed because it totally was. Also here is the link for y’all to watch it. Please do:
You know,
if I had to describe my experience as an aromantic in one word, I think I’d go
with “alienating”. Let me explain:
Imagine you’re
aro and watching TV. There some kind of SciFi show on and they are debating the
personhood of an AI.
The AI
shows curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. They have desires. They have
strengths and weaknesses. None of this convinces the doubters.
The AI
makes friends. They take up hobbies. They talk about their hopes and dreams for
the future. Surely this is enough to relate to them as a person? It’s not.
The AI is
shown to fall in love. This is framed as the ultimate proof, the one
thing that must humanize them even to the staunchest denier of their
personhood or else that person is irredeemable.
You change
the channel.
There’s a
children’s cartoon on. “What is this?!” the villain cries, pointing at a couple.
Their inability to understand the romantic love between those two is framed as
stemming from the fact that somebody so deeply evil simply cannot understand
something as pure and good as romantic love.
You change
the channel.
There’s a sitcom
on. Two characters are discussing a third character. “He’s really not that
weird,” says one character. “He hasn’t been in a relationship for [x] years!” the
other refutes. Cue the laugh track. The implication is clear: If he’s not in a
relationship, it must be because he’s too weird.
You change
the channel.
There’s a Christmas
movie on. The main character is a successful businesswoman. She’s shown talking
to her friends and family regularly. “You need a man,” her mother says as they
bake together. The daughter denies this. The rest of the movie is all about proving
the mother right, as suddenly her career, her friends and her family are framed
as not being enough for her to lead a fulfilling life.
You change
the channel.
It’s some
show aimed at young teens and tweens. “Ew,” one character comments as the idea
of them having a significant other one day is brought up. This is treated as a
sign of their immaturity.
You turn
off the TV.
Your
experiences aren’t enough to humanize a non-human character. You’re the
villain. You’re a weirdo. Your life is incomplete. You’re immature.
You’re tired.
There’s a
reason it was an aro who coined the term voidpunk.
Somebody
asks you why you don’t have a partner.
“I don’t feel
that way about anyone” is met with “Oh, you just haven’t found the right
person!”
“I don’t
want one” is met with “You’ll change your mind once you find the right person!”
“I don’t want
to find ‘the right person’!” is straight up ignored. Of course you do. Everybody
does. You must be mistaken.
You just don’t know what you really
want. Aren’t you lucky to have people in your life who do?
“I’m
focussing on my education,” you finally say. This is acceptable. This carries
the implication that once you’ve graduated, you will start looking for someone.
If the
words ring hollow to you, well, nobody else seems to hear it.
Just gonna say real quick:
People tagging this post as “asexual” bc they’re aroace but use ace as an umbrella term for themselves, bc they relate to this as an asexual with the way sexual attraction is framed as a universal experience in the media or similar reasons? Valid, good, completely fine, keep going.
People tagging this post as “asexual” seemingly just bc they can’t fathom the idea of somebody being aro but not ace? Please don’t, I’m allosexual.
69 cities in the united kingdom and forty seven thousand pubs
england is smaller than my state and has like almost as many bars as the entire US combined. like it’s just 10,000 short of catching up to the US, a country with almost 5 times its population
going to one pub every single day it would take you 130 years to go to every pub in britain
I’ve plugged our route into Google, who’s with me
Ultimate Pub Crawl
I was impressed when the town I studied abroad in in Ireland had only 2 streets but 4 pubs. But from what I experienced they aren’t exactly like bars here in the US. You could go in to warm up and dry off from the rain, have some tea or soup, some company, take your time. One pub owner made one of my classmates a birthday cake. You could have a tab. People would come in and play instruments. Truly a public house.
Maybe that depends on where you are, town or busy city. Pretty much all of my favorite “bars” here in the US are modeled after those style pubs and usually have pub in the name. Bars to me are loud, rushed places with the primary goal is to get drunk, and if you aren’t drinking you feel pressured to either hide the fact with faux cocktails or constantly explain yourself.
The beautiful chaos of watching 12 frantic astrophysics students try to save a theoretical astronaut from falling into a black hole. I’ve never seen a group of people work so quickly and efficiently before.
bilbo baggins gets away with talking an absurd amount of shit for a guy who comes up to most people’s knees & looks like he was born sitting in an armchair smoking a pipe in a dressing gown and slippers
my personal theory is that everyone who encounters him is so surprised that this well-mannered country gentleman looking little guy has the nerve to stand up to them and as a result it throws them off so completely that it prevents them from even considering a punitive response
bilbo, clearly lying his ass off: i did not come to steal from you, o smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamities
smaug:
thranduil: so, this is the halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards
bilbo: …yes
thranduil:
gandalf: biLBO BAGGINS it’s time for u to get off ur ass and see the world come on
gandalf one (1) year later, watching bilbo attempt to sternly lecture a gold sickness-crazed thorin from the top of the erebor barricade in front of two opposing armies: oh valar what have i done
Bilbo Baggins just won’t hesitate to bust someone’s kneecaps and everyone knows this
Bilbo, knowing he looks far too polite to cuss someone out:
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
DIRECTIONS:
Place a chicken breast on a cutting board. With your hand flat on top of it, carefully slice the chicken in half horizontally. Trim excess fat as needed.
In a large shallow baking dish, combine chicken, pickle juice and ½ cup milk; marinate for at least 30 minutes. Drain well.
Heat peanut oil in a large skillet over medium high heat.
In another large shallow baking dish, whisk together remaining 1 cup milk and egg. Stir in chicken to coat and drain excess milk mixture.
In a gallon size Ziploc bag or large bowl, combine chicken, flour and confectioners’ sugar; season with salt and pepper, to taste.
Working in batches, add chicken to the skillet and cook until evenly golden and crispy, about 4-5 minutes. Transfer to a paper towel-lined plate.
Serve chicken immediately on burger buns with green leaf lettuce, tomato and pickles.
Also if y’all are interested, I have the copycat recipes for the Frosted Lemonade and the Chicken Nuggets
just crying over how romantic Freddie & Jim were nbd
So I read the book, and almost everytime Jim gave/made Freddie a gift, Freddie would always show it off and say “My husband got me those!” or “My husband made that for me!” It’s so sweet, especially for this one part when they first started dating:
