Let’s Have Another Bullet Point Story, Courtesy of a Friend

gallusrostromegalus:

• So I have a friend that used to be in the tumblers troupe at the renfaire as a contortionist
• We were chatting online and she told me to tell you all this story.
  
  
• I love Kat dearly
• but she forgets that she’s stupid strong and hypermobile
  
  
• so one day she throws her back out
• bad enough that she needed painkillers and couldn’t stand upright
• “But also I needed Tampons and like.  A Burrito, real bad.”
• she’s flat on her back in her apartment when she decides this
• and, in an
  
  
• impeccable
  
  
• leap of reasoning, decides
  
• “I can’t roll my back forward to sit/stand up like normal.
• But I can ARCH my back just fine.
• SO 
• I’m going to do that and get on my hands and feet in a stomach-in-the-air this-shit-belongs-in-a-horror-movie-type pose,
• And amble on down to the 7-11”
  
  
• “And get me that Burrito”
  
  
• It is, 
• for context, 
• after midnight in July during a wildfire so it’s hot as satan’s own asshole and the moon is red and shit’s already generally cursed.
  
  
• Imagineyou are some poor sap working nights at the world’s deadest 7-11, and you hear the door jangle but you don’t see anyone’s head over the counters.
• Whatever.
• Except you keep hearing noises like there’s someone in the next aisle over.  
• Fucking around in the burrito section
• It’s also worth mentioning that Kat
• 1. sings whatever earworm is currently running through her head when she’s not paying attention
• 2. sounds EXACTLY like some kind of creepy child from a horror movie when doing so
• tonight’s song is something from veggietales.
  
  
  
• DUDE ACTUALLY STANDS HIS GROUND
  
  
• and/or is really fucking high and isn’t sure if he’s tripping balls or notanyway
• Kat goes up to pay for her burrito and tampons
• She realizes the counter presents something of a challenge, and then demonstrates for me on her kitchen table at 4AM during a different july wildfire, 
• exactly 
• how she used the shelves to climb up the counter 
• like one of the boston robotics beasties
  
  
  
• dude stares at her for like, five minutes and says.
  
  
  
• “Register’s broke.”
  
  
• “Oh No!” Says Kat.
  “Just Take ‘em.”
  “Really?  I can leave cash-you don’t have to give me change I don’t want you to get in trouble with your manager.”
  “…Nah.”
  “Oh!  OK!  Thank you!”
  “Yeah ok bye.”
  
  
• Shortly after she arrived back at the apartment, she got a text on her phone from the campus security about  "A Suspicious Individual” at tle 7-11. 
  
  
• It took her 
• FOUR
• FUCKING 
• YEARS
•  to realize she was the suspicious individual
  

i-admire-enjolras:

Jean Valjean, is that you?

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biggest-gaudiest-fish:

oftimelordsandwizards:

whoareyouandwhyshouldicare:

fightbee:

whoareyouandwhyshouldicare:

Representation Matters

I’m a preschool teacher and theres a black boy in my class named Miles and when I showed him the trailer he got SO excited, everytime I see him I say what’s up spiderman and he practically yells “IM SPIDERMAN!!!!” With the biggest smile on his face. Representation DOES matter and I’m happy that my kids are able to see more people who look like us in positive media :’)

Originally posted by bluewritesthings

Same thing happened with my daughter when was 7 and Annie came out. All of a sudden she wanted to go to Broadway to try out for the lead role. We had seen the original one several times but it never occurred to her that she could be any too. One more time for the cheap seats

I work at a bookstore and a few weeks ago a little black boy came in wearing a spider-man shirt. I asked him who his favorite spider man was. He replied Peter Parker. I told him mine was Miles.He didn’t know who Miles was so I took him to see the cover of a book with Miles on it. I watched a look of confusion come over his face. He looked up at me and said. “But he is black.” I said “Yeah. Spider-man is black is those comics.” His eyes got big and he grabbed the comics from my hand before running off yelling. “Mom! Mom! Spider-man looks like me! Spider-man looks like me!”

MY HEART IS MELTING

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lgbtqkidsrock:

ayamccabre:

dayzies-s:

tan-fit-healthy:

letsdeadlyfart:

bluedreamsx:

slaveoftheflesh:

xsorrowxlightx:

trumpetnista:

rarely-pure-never-simple:

thecornercoffeeshoppe:

hickshannary:

small-and-misunderstood:

Saw this somewhere else and felt the need to post it cause no one else ever really tells you this stuff

My mom never really noticed. She noticed when she was breast feeding my little brother and blood started coming out instead of milk. 

My mom said she felt and saw a little lump in the shower. She was lucky enough she found it at stage 2

My mom had a mammogram. The radiologist thought the spots were just regular calcium deposits. 

Turns out it was triple negative breast cancer that had spread to her lymph nods. Mastectomy, radiation and chemo saved her life.

This could SAVE a life.

dont be embarrassed to reblog, this post could be life saving

Signal BOOST and pass it on. I had a breast cancer scare before (luckily it was just scar tissue…) and information like this kept me calm and collected at the doc’s.

As a cancer patient myself, who found my own cancer through a supposed LARPing injury last year, i know how scary it is and how important it is to catch it early. Please spread this around!

listen to ur boobs

its all in the boobs

hoW MANY TIMES AM I GOING TO REBLOG THIS ! SORRY FOLLOWERS , #sorrynotsorry

Always reblog! 

REBLOG,THIS COULD SAVE SOMEBODY!!! DONT BE EMBARRASSED!!!

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Reminder that anyone who grew their own breast tissue can get breast cancer. That includes trans women, intersex peeps, and cis men who may not have been aware there could be some breast tissue in there. The only way to be sure you don’t have any at all is if you’ve had it all removed. If you’ve had tissue removed for reasons other than cancer, they likely didn’t remove all of it. If you find something weird, regardless of who you are or how you identify, get it checked out.

All of you should reblog this. Breast cancer affects everyone and there’s not enough information about it.

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actualbrendonurie:

sarcasm-not-capitalism:

actualbrendonurie:

i just saw someone on tumblr say they were born in 2004 and i choked you’re all babies babies i say it’s impossible anyone born in 2004 is 5 years old at most 

I was born in 2004 and I’m 14 lmao

that’s impossible 2004 was only 5 years ago you are a mere baby please return to your miniaturized racecar bed

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deboracabral:

My heart needed a smittenjolras. Also I I hadn’t drawn Combeferre in ages and that’s gotta be a crime. 

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hint-its-a-langblr:

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Home for Christmas

kjack89:

In belated honor of 3200 followers, in honor of 70k kudos on AO3 reached the other day, and in preemptive honor of almost 2 million words of fanfic on AO3 — and, of course, in honor of my favorite time of year — have a little bit of Christmas fluff.

ExR, Modern AU, established relationship. Fluff. All the fluff.

Grantaire’s cellphone vibrated in his pocket and he swore, trying to hold the hot cookie sheet he had just pulled from the oven in one hand while digging in his pocket with the other. “Fuck, shit, fuck,” he swore, almost dropping the cookie sheet as he jammed his phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“And a very Happy Holidays to you, too,” Enjolras said, sounding amused, and Grantaire grinned despite himself.

“Merry Saturnalia,” he said. “Sorry for swearing at you, but I was making cookies.”

“Say no more.”

Grantaire leaned against the kitchen counter, still smiling a bit stupidly, like he always did whenever he spoke to Enjolras. Two years together and he didn’t think he would ever get over the simple joy that the sound of Enjolras’s voice on the other end of the phone brought him.

Of course, he’d prefer if the man himself was there in person, but he’d settle for this.

Keep reading

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