#they Were Made For Each Other

i just finished a wenclair fic where ajax would call wednesday a little guy and I can’t stop thinking about how real and true it isahshdnjf?,!,&;hjdjfnn

JUST LOOK AT THIS LITTLE GUY !!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Wednesday: I fell for Enid. When I first saw her.

Enid, blushing: Willa….

Yoko and Divina: Awwwe!

Wednesday: But she fell harder.

Yoko and Divina: AWWWWWE!

Wednesday: On the ground.

Yoko: Oh what?

Wednesday: She fell hard on the pavement. When she told me she loved me. I had to kiss all of her bruises on her face and body to make her feel better.

Enid, embarrassed: I know, I’m clumsy when I’m in love.

babygirl i sit hunched in ways you’d never fuckin believe

Obsessed with this concept

(the fact that the ravens annoy the wolves sksksnsjksn)

Whenever a person walks out of the accessible bathroom stall and sees me, a wheelchair user, sitting outside waiting for the stall, they often apologize.

In the beginning, I said, "No worries!" Because I was too scared to be confrontational.

Then I started saying nothing.

But after a while, I realized that some disabled people may be a portion of the people that apologize. And I never want to make an invisibly disabled person feel bad for using accommodations that they need. There are many different reasons a disabled person would need the stall!

(It is tiring waiting for ages while someone uses the stall to change, or do their makeup. It is not annoying for anyone who needs the stall to use it.)

So, I've decided to start saying, "That's okay! I believe every disabled person should be able to use the accessible stall!"

Because then, if they are invisibly disabled, hopefully that will put them at ease.

And if the person isn't disabled, it will remind them that the accessible stall is not just "the big stall."

the mistletoe

continuation below ⬇️

perfect weather for a stroll 😳💗🖤

What are they playing?

Commission for boojangs on twitter

Story time:

In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.

So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.