recently learned about Lita Ford, the guitarist for Joan Jett’s band The Runaways, who found herself in perhaps one of the cockamamie predicaments of all time
this shit literally sounds like the plot of a yuri manga. girliepop walked right into the setup for a 60,000 word slowburn f/f fanfic and couldn’t even appreciate it
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The reason she got back with them is almost as funny. She literally got Straight Larried cause they couldn’t find anyone else who could shred as good.
Gamers this has been on my mind for a while, and I’ve been Going Through It so I can’t thoughtfully articulate it yet but: the little things can, and absolutely will, save you.
It’s noticing the bunny in the yard eating dandelions one by one. It’s buying lemonade from eager kids at a stand using change scrounged from the center console of your car. It’s enjoying the smell of hot pavement steaming after a brief summer rain. It’s taking a breath that feels fuller and more satisfying than usual.
It’s painstakingly training your brain to notice the small but rampant string of good things woven through every single day. It’s that same kind of training that you have to do in order to undo the years of anxious patterns that have been ruthlessly hammered into the soft pathways of your mind.
I don’t know how to connect the two dots, but the connection is there. I know it’s there because something as silly as the satisfying crunch of a knife cutting a crisp grilled cheese sandwich in half has meant the difference between hanging on and panicking during a stressful day.
I can’t explain how the many small things I did and asked for and noticed over YEARS finally coalesced into something solid and real and steadying but they did. I’m not saying that petting the one patch of fur between your pets ears that’s a little softer than any other spot is going to cure your depression tomorrow.
But I’m suggesting that when you stitch it together with a thousand other things from a thousand other days, it might just rescue you from the one day in your future that would have destroyed you otherwise.
My brother’s girlfriend had HPV, so he went to get himself the HPV vaccine. There is a fee to pay (nothing much, something like €87) but it’s completely free if you’re in one of the “at risk” groups.
“What does that mean,” he asks. “It’s free if you’re gay,” he’s told. “Ah. Would I have to like, prove it, or…?” “Just put in a check mark here.”
My brother is in no way, shape or form attracted to men, but also he’s stingy as it gets. So now he’s officially gay. Congrats bro.
“Doctor, give it to me straight” “You sure, there’s a fee” “… Give it to me gay”
AGAB (Assigned Gay At Billing)
Fascinated by the fact that his first question was about if he’d have to prove it. I wanna know how far that man would go to save less than a dollar
Sorry, do you think 87 euros is less than a dollar
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THEYRE CHARGING YOU $126.83 FOR A FUCKING HPV VACCINE?
I think at one point or another everyone should become slightly obsessed with a show (preferably 10+ years old) that 99% of their mutuals don’t care about. it builds character. keeps you humble
listen to me. listen. sometimes your show is a video game from two years ago. sometimes it’s an 19th century opera. sometimes it’s a math-themed crime drama you watched in middle school but did not retain because you were blinded by lust for that one elf from the santa clause movies. the only thing that matters is that none of your posts get more than like 15 notes and all your mutuals reply to them with
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