My teenager has more hours of homework per night than I got in my entire university career, and it doesn’t teach them a goddamn thing besides how to hate themself for not being able to do it all.
If my wife isn’t expected to labor outside her designated work hours at her literal job, why is my teenager expected to labor outside theirs?
If my kid has three hours of homework a night, that extends their work day to ELEVEN FULL HOURS. That’s inhumane. If an adult told me they were working eleven-hour days, I’d give them my wife’s number and tell them how to start unionizing. Like????
fuck i never thought of it in terms of hours
This post is going around again, so I would like to tell every single adult making comments about the length of their own workday that you are also being exploited. You should also not be required to work so many hours. That’s just as inhumane as forcing the kids to do it.
“Oh but I work 12-hour shifts all the time–” You shouldn’t have to. I’m sorry your job is exploiting you so harshly. If you’re interested in unionizing, visit IWW.org or talk to your local/industry union rep.
Moses Supposes
Running into this on my dash was like running into an old friend
Thats just what theater kids are like
What I’ve always loved about this bit is
a. this musical number comes completely out of nowhere, with no greater context than what this video captures; and
b. the language instructor clearly can’t hear the music. He’s not from Musical Theatre Land. From his perspective, a couple of twinkle-toed weirdos just randomly decided to physically abuse him for three solid minutes. This isn’t reading anything that’s not intended into the scene – it’s literally the central gag.
@thebibliosphere in case you need some ridiculous Singin’ in the Rain on your dash.
(P.S. I imagined you making the faces at the instructor and it was hilarious)
I can but aspire to the level of expressiveness Cosmo Brown has with his face.

Nice.
they died doing what they loved
haven’t seen this on tumblr yet, and tis the season
I have no idea what’s going on
Congrats, we have reached a period of time where there is a generation that does not remember the first memes.
Look, i’ve been on tumblr for nine fucking years and I don’t get this meme. I remember seeing it at some point, but have no clue what it means.
because this meme is pre tumblr and pre-youtube and is about 17 years old, almost twice as long as you’ve been on tumblr
the ancient depths of albinoblacksheep will never die
Sometimes i think about the idea of Common as a language in fantasy settings.
On the one hand, it’s a nice convenient narrative device that doesn’t necessarily need to be explored, but if you do take a moment to think about where it came from or what it might look like, you find that there’s really only 2 possible origins.
In settings where humans speak common and only Common, while every other race has its own language and also speaks Common, the implication is rather clear: at some point in the setting’s history, humans did the imperialism thing, and while their empire has crumbled, the only reason everyone speaks Human is that way back when, they had to, and since everyone speaks it, the humans rebranded their language as Common and painted themselves as the default race in a not-so-subtle parallel of real-world whiteness.
In settings where Human and Common are separate languages, though (and I haven’t seen nearly as many of these as I’d like), Common would have developed communally between at least three or four races who needed to communicate all together. With only two races trying to communicate, no one would need to learn more than one new language, but if, say, a marketplace became a trading hub for humans, dwarves, orcs, and elves, then either any given trader would need to learn three new languages to be sure that they could talk to every potential customer, OR a pidgin could spring up around that marketplace that eventually spreads as the traders travel the world.
Drop your concept of Common meaning “english, but in middle earth” for a moment and imagine a language where everyone uses human words for produce, farming, and carpentry; dwarven words for gemstones, masonry, and construction; elven words for textiles, magic, and music; and orcish words for smithing weaponry/armor, and livestock. Imagine that it’s all tied together with a mishmash of grammatical structures where some words conjugate and others don’t, some adjectives go before the noun and some go after, and plurals and tenses vary wildly based on what you’re talking about.
Now try to tell me that’s not infinitely more interesting.
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what is it about people fighting the moon that’s so funny. that one moon’s haunted post. majora’s mask. Moon Big. whatever’s going on with critical role rn. I can’t get enough
Here’s the thing. Practical self-care, such as showering, feeding yourself, talking a walk, cleaning your space, getting rest, ect. will not solve every problem you have. Especially the big, serious ones. But it will solve a ton of smaller problems that are building up, adding to your stress, and using the energy you need to cope with those big serious problems.
You can feel as awful as you want, just eat a sandwich first.
I think there’s this little instinct we have that rejects solutions to our problems if I feel better after getting my sandwich that means my problems are less valid and therefore if I want my pain to be REAL it can’t be relieved in any way which is nonsense the reason why my problems feel smaller when I take care of myself is that I have more energy to cope with them and that’s a GOOD thing The whole “oh must be nice to think that getting outside cures depression” movement is not in my opinion a victim complex so much as it’s a “I’m in pain and when you try to give me an easy solution it feels like you’re not listening to me” reaction
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Those tags are AMAZING. Someone finally identified what felt so hard about this to me. It ISN’T a victim complex. It’s an expression of profound frustration and pain.
The un-fun self care is really no more than this: giving the “soft animal” of your body (thx Mary Oliver) what it needs to survive. To take actions to give it the basics, so the body itself feels a little better. That alleviates enough some days to feel pretty okay.
Tumblr users will see a post mentioning a day if the week and just fucking black out and reblog it
happy black out and reblog posts monday
I think it’s important to bear in mind that “complex” doesn’t necessarily mean “nuanced”. A thing can be complicated and also stupid as hell.
honestly i am lowkey obsessed with how terrible we didn’t start the fire is at being a song while also being among the the catchiest songs ever
this is a song that includes a man screaming CHILDREN OF THALIDOMIDE and then the next lyric is buddy holly, ben hur / space monkey, mafia
it is just one man, listing historical events more or less in order with no context or end and then layering in a chorus so catchy you will BEG YOUR BRAIN to stop thinking about it
i just appreciate that level of aimless, technically skilled chaos for some reason
I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?
Why did 12 people reblog this today??? IT IS ONLY AUGUST!!!
Because summer is hot and terrible and thinking of Halloween is the only respite.
I hate that the stock response for "I'm lonely/I feel undervalued by my loved ones/I want a romantic partner" is "well do you value YOURSELF? You need to learn to enjoy being alone!" as if lonely people aren't very intimately familiar with being alone. Self esteem and love are important but they're not substitutes for companionship or friendship or romance and pretending that loneliness is a personal failure that can be fixed by self-improvement feels not only delusional but pretty cruel