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So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

by Karen Leopold

The classes you wish you were taking this semester

being compassionate to yourself involves making it a discipline to do the things that you love, no matter how many times you attempt to convince yourself that it’s no use. being compassionate with yourself involves sitting down and writing, even when you feel insecure about the work you’re producing. being compassionate with yourself involves taking a walk outside because you haven’t had any fresh air the whole day. being compassionate with yourself involves committing yourself to learning something new even if it hasn’t gone well many times before. being compassionate with yourself is about committing to the discipline of self-betterment and healing.

everyone posting that “my generation lost hobbies” post is so stupid like no you fuckwits hobbies were stolen from you by a system that demands you work 8 hours a day to earn a tiny percentage of the profit you generate, leaving you too exhausted and brainwashed to enjoy exercising passion without financial incentive

it's never too late to start your day

insomnia got you sleeping in until 2 pm?

that's okay. get yourself some coffee and go thrift shopping, no one will know

anxiety got you staring at walls until 8 pm?

it's going to get better. start a load of laundry and take a hot shower, so you go to sleep clean

depression keep you locked in your room until 11 pm?

it'll be alright. drive to walmart and buy some nice candles for your night, you'll wake up with something new

you don't have to start your day in the morning. i start at 5 pm sometimes and let me tell you, doing something almost always feels better than doing nothing. it doesn't have to be big or important. it doesn't have to be too much to handle. it's enough to wash your face, or comb out your hair. if you feel tired, it's enough to make a list of things you want to do tomorrow. don't let the clock hold you back. it's a piece of glass and plastic. you get to decide what a day is.

Headcannon time - Homeschooled Peter Parker

Okay, but like, can you imagine? Peter’s tired after protecting his city every night and is falling asleep in classes so his grades start falling. Not really, not his actual grades, the his participation grades which are always stupidly weighted. Plus he’s been missing a ton of classes and whole days out when he gets called away on Important Avengers Work or just Normal But Still Important New York City Protection Work. And school just won’t stand for that.

To top it all off, poor lil spidey-boy’s been getting bullied. And while he’s a big boy and can handle it pretty well, he’s still human and a teen and getting called Penis Parker all day just gets annoying when combined with PILES of homework and catchup work, asshole teachers breathing down his neck, and poor grades because he’s not participating to the asshat teachers’ liking starts taking its toll. 

And Tony knows. And he knows he’s partly responsible. Give a kid a suit and he’s gonna want to go out and protect his city. He can’t ask him to stop going out. Give a kid an Honorary Avenger’s Card and he has to go where the Avenger’s go most of the time. Only a true asshole would revoke that.

And so Tony pulls out the big guns. Peter B. Parker is getting homeschooled. And, who’s more freaking qualified than a bona-fide genius and his super genius friends? Not that they really need so many teachers. Homeschooling isn’t getting privately tutored by fellow Avengers. Peter is as smart as they come, and teaches himself most of what he needs to know acoording to state standards. Science IS done with Bruce, though, if it’s something like chemistry or physics and they want to get down and nerdy with it and create some cool and dangerous stuffs. Tony helps… if he’s allowed. 

And who better to teach history than people who have gone through it themselves? Sure, Peter plugs away at his textbooks and tests, but when he has to write a report with citations who better to go to than Captain freaking America Steve Rogers for facts about WWII? And of course, Bucky’s right there giving him the “real facts.” Although… MLA citing two avengers is a bit… tricky.

And it gives Peter more time to do what he likes, and not just go out protecting. He has time for martial arts and training and sparring and battle practice. He expiramented with art a little bit. Instruments. Dabbled in a couple different languages. Of course, not everything stuck with him. The acoustic guitar has become a coathanger and the small engine repair kit wasn’t as interesting as it had looked before.

It also lets him hang out more with his mentor and learn more electric work, programming, inventing, engineering stuffs, and all that fun stuff Tony adores and Peter wants to learn. It’s the best of both worlds, of all worlds. And better still, PETER CAN NAP IF HE NEEDS TO. And do school in his pajamas, which is fucking awesome. 

But seriously, breaking the wall here and honestly asking, why isn’t Peter being homeschooled by Tony Stark???????????????

Orange County

remember when it was safe® to go outside and you could throw on a coat and grab your bag and take the bus downtown and wander around the street, maybe dipping into a few bookstores along the street, as the sky got dark and the air got that little bite of chilliness into it and you could flip through all the notebooks and paperbacks and touch things and have a conversation with the vendor and see their entire face and then go sit in a cafe and drink coffee and eat a bagel, bumping into people but not minding bc it wasn’t like they could give you a deadly virus, and then go home all happy and rosy-cheeked without a care in the world? yea, me neither.