100 Calorie Egg Drop Soup!

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

“Pretty girls don’t eat”

No, pretty girls don’t give out tips to vulnerable young teens on how to starve their own bodies to the point of near death

They usually played together in groups of two or three, I was covered in glitter, I smelled like birthday cake.

Just because. 👏 You don’t. 👏 Like somebody. 👏 Doesn’t mean. 👏 You can. 👏 Disrespect. 👏 Their pronouns. 👏

Respecting somebody’s gender and pronouns isn’t optional under any circumstances. Not respecting calling somebody by their preferred pronouns is discrimination.

Respect everyone’s gender and pronouns don’t. You don’t get to pick and choose.

The words of a generation

Remember this feeling.

The feeling of not giving up, of not giving in.

Going to bed, knowing that you kept the promise to yourself, and did not binge, or overeat.

You did it.

You battled the anxiety, the panic, the overwhelming need to bury your fears, and you came out swinging. Blocking jab after jab, keeping just out of range of the underhanded blows. You’re a fighter. Never forget that.

Now, sleep easily.

Tomorrow, get up, lace up your shoes, smile, and do it all over again.

You got this.

You got this.

You got this!

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why closed captioning should always be provided on every video:

Deaf People Exist

auditory processing disorder is a Bitch

people with ADHD can find it hard to concentrate on what is being said without the words in front of them

^autistic people for the same reason

autistic people may also find it hard to interpret verbal messages within the context of the video, so it's useful to have written alternatives to fall back on

do you know how painful it is to be excluded from every joke, every video, every conversation because others just Can't Be Bothered?

some people live in a conservative household or with family who don't share the same ideals, and they may not have privacy to view things on their own, so they may need to watch things with the volume extremely low or muted

We Want To Watch Videos In Public, Dammit

feel free to add on!

as always, ableism will get you blocked (:

Nothing fancy here, it’s just some sketches. Funfact, the Ennard sketch is based off of a personal headcannon of mine. It’s from the fake Sister Location ending (the one with Ennard coming toward you as you watch The Immortal and the Restless). My headcannon is that during the fake ending, Michael took pity on Ennard and he took him, the Minireena’s and even the Bidybabs home. He fixed Ennard up as best as he could and Michael helped him and the Bidy’s/Mini’s find a place to live at a burger joint that was looking for a way to entertain it’s costumers like Freddy’s but couldn’t afford to pay or rent out animatronics. 

The crying child picture is based on this one be Doloresman: https://uhoh-howunfortunate.tumblr.com/post/187653539253/doloresman-sketching-because-im-stressing