a moment of silence for the guy in my lit class who responded to my professor saying “trigger warning” by shouting “TRIGGERED! I’M TRIGGERED!” and then said it 2 more times after nobody acknowledged him, each time a little quieter. he walked out of the class okay but there’s no telling what a self-own like that does to a man’s spirit
I saw some people in the notes asking why a professor would say trigger warning and all I can think about is how people think “Tumblr” just makes up words and phrases for fun.
I’ve been back to my university for only one week and all my professors have already used to phrases “trigger/ed/ing/warning” “discourse”, etc in serious academic settings. These are the phrases that people LOVE to call Tumblr terms, but they are actually academic terms (which btw are being used correctly on this website) that have existed for MANY MANY years.
No means No.
My friends take turns renting a vacation house for a month. I rented a large farm house with pool and housekeeper up the hill from a lovely beach town. Six months out all the rooms are filled for the entire stay. My husband gets an email from his sister (my sister-in-law/ SIL) saying that she and her mother (MIL) will be coming for a visit. I tell my husband all the rooms are taken and send email to SIL saying the same and give her the contact for a hotel in Beach Town. I come home to the farm house late one afternoon to find my SIL and MIL sitting in the living room. Great I think, two more for dinner and no advance warning. I say that I am going up to my room to change. Two steps up the stairs my husband says there is a change in rooms. Yeap. I get to my room to find their luggage and things all over my room. I sleep on the floor? Nah. A side note on MIL. No one ever tells her no. Our house heated to 80F day/night when she visits in winter and 60F in summer. All lights turned on all the time. Her food in frig, yours on counter, etc. Whatever. But after 15 years, I had enough. My vacation house (I paid for everything), my rules. I packed up their things, took luggage downstairs and put in their car. Saying nothing. Went in kitchen. The stove top is filled with pots madly bubbling. MIL cooking is the worst.
Housekeeper has been unable to cook meal we had planned. I got the largest pot, poured all the ‘food’ in and had the housekeeper help me take pot out, through living room, to edge of forest. Dumped it. Went back in kitchen, packed up their food, took it to their car. Went and stood in front of SIL and told her there was no room in the house and they would have to get a room in Beach Town. Turned to my husband and asked him to please escort his mother to their car. I went to the pool where all my friends were and waited. They took the next plane home. No means No.
Updates:
fuck myer briggs fuck astrology
if you ask someone who their top 3 favorite homestuck characters were you literally know everything about them
if they dont know what homestuck is then you know theyre a normal human being
everyone put ur top 3 homestuck characters in the tags
my dad always calls bruce springsteen “bruce stringcheese” and it never makes anyone laugh but him
can you tell him that im laughing?
