me after 15 seconds of work: i just cant do this anymore

pressedpigment:

me: *buying more makeup* I live for temporary material satisfaction also when will I die

cedrwydden:

PSA for University Students

If you have a prof who genuinely scares you or makes you feel unsafe…just drop the class. Don’t just take it from me; both of my parents are teachers and they’ve stressed this to me, as has my old classical voice coach: you can’t learn properly in an abusive environment.

Toughness is one thing. My Latin class is difficult. We go through the material quickly and we have a demanding amount of homework. But the prof is tough in our favour; he encourages us to not be afraid to ask for help, and he teaches us useful strategies so we can deal with a heavy workload well. That’s a good kind of toughness, one that challenges students but makes us prepared to take the challenge.

If they’re tough and against you, that’s another matter. If they make you feel afraid to talk, refuse to accommodate disabilities, don’t respect your race, gender, sexuality, etc., give you unreasonable amounts of work without teaching you the relevant skills to handle it…that’s when you get yourself out of that situation.

Just because somebody is an authority figure like that doesn’t give them the right to bully you. An abusive teacher can screw you up big time, and taking control of your life and saying no to that will help you more in the long run than weathering it. One of the most important skills you can ever learn is to not let people just push you around, and that still applies in the classroom.

eldritchsandwich:

solarcat:

talieclandestine:

mababees:

writing-prompt-s:

Your church-going, God-worshipping sister adopted a small child and you’re excited to see them. But when you do, the child is a menace. They’re throwing things everywhere, setting furniture on fire with seemingly nothing, chanting in Latin to summon demons, but the weirdest thing is that your sister doesn’t seem to mind.

“You literally adopted the antichrist, Anne. What the fuck.”

“Yeah, I knew when I saw him at the orphanage. I figured if the kid had some decent fucking parenting that we could avoid the whole ‘Revelations’ shite. Nasty business, that.”

George, who’s name has been kindly changed from Damien, approaches his new mother with a huge spider in his hands. It promptly bursts into flames.

“Good job, love. Now go find the rest.” George’s face makes no expression, but his eyes shine when he recieves a pat on the head for his efforts.

As the months go by, George seems to settle down. He adjusts to school, friends, and the positive reinforcement Anne gives him. She encourages the good he does, even though the powers he uses aren’t “good”. When she gets calls from the school, it’s about a rambunctious boy that won’t sit still. Not a destroyer of the world and innocence.

It’s at Christmas dinner, that you let slip your amazement to your mother. How good Anne is for him and how he’s improved a lot. Still summoning hellhounds for games of fetch, though.

“Oh, he’ll forget how to do that when he falls in love the first time,” Your mother laughs, smiling wide.

“How do you know that,” you ask bewildered.

“Because, you did.”

okay so someone please write the story of the family of super-low-key holy warriors who have made it their mission to locate the antichrist in every generation (because when one gets spoiled they try AGAIN) and adopt them and love them into not being the antichrist anymore, thus perpetually delaying the apocalypse

delaying the apocalypse via good parenting I love this

feministism: