Now remember people, National Coming Out Day is on its way. If you “come out” on facebook as straight and/or cis, an ally, a brony, a fucking whovian, or anything other than a marginalized sexual orientation and/or gender identity, I will ram my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting Vans for weeks.
Dear brain: “OMG CON IS IN A MONTH I AM NOT READY” panic does not apply when I actually have most of my shit together, for once. Please stop.
(but hey, as much as I hate Tidus, at least Jecht wasn’t the protagonist.)
We fitted this woman with a hidden camera to catch exactly how many people stare at her breasts today!
Why did we do this? To tell men to knock it the fuck off, maybe?
Nah, we just did this to remind you that so many people enjoy staring at your breasts, so you’d better make sure you don’t ruin them with breast cancer. That would be horrible.
Well, I mean, I could do something productive, or I could sleep all day and wake up immensely disoriented and also incredibly nauseated for some reason.
I think I’m redefining today’s definition of “productive” to “getting at least one RP post done, getting the last of the dye stains off my neck, and trying not to puke” for self-esteem purposes.
REMINDER: if you have a vagina and want to use Plan B as an emergency contraceptive, it loses effectiveness if you weigh more than 165 lbs (74.84 kg) and is completely ineffective for those that weight more than 176 lbs (79.83 kg) (x)
Let me spread the shit out of this.
This is horrifying. And sadly true.
Barbarian: I will intimidate the evil tree with a face.
DM: You haven’t been able to hit the tree, what makes you think you can intimidate a semi-inanimate object?
Barbarian: Natural 20
DM: …You shout something about its mother being tissue paper. It’s so psychologically beaten, it spontaneously combusts.