xenoqueer:

sandersstudies:

holy-jeez-its-matt:

whyyoustabbedme:

Not to mention the fact that Mrs. White isn’t qualified to teach.
She should be required to take a remedial English course.
“I have went”? please. It’s “I have gone”, Mrs. White. 

first, my kid would not sign anything without me seeing it first. 2nd, upon seeing it i would be at the superintendant’s office the next morning.
then we would speak to the teacher.
black folk gotta nip it in the bud.

Dont let your children be controlled like this. I remember back when I was in school my mom always told me “if you really need to use the bathroom or attend to an emergency and the teacher won’t let you, then just leave the classroom and I’ll deal with teacher and principle”

Mom had my back

If I was this kid I would use up those passes and then just fuckin’ throw up or get a severe nosebleed in the classroom and then refuse to leave because “sorry, I can’t go to the nurse, I already used up my two passes for the fucking MONTH”

There was a student at my high school, who we will call John Doe, who actually did that. When teachers gave him a limited number of bathroom allowances (usually 3 per semester, which was the standard at my school), he would use them in the first week, and then induce vomitting my eating rotten food he found around the school garbage cans. If teachers refused to let him go, he would just throw up on something they had to touch. Light switches, keyboards, whatever was available.

Instead of making admin do anything about this toxic policy, they just doubled down harder, to the extent that one girl politely informed a teacher that she felt like she might be about to have a seizure and could she go to the nurse, please. She was denied, sat back down at her desk, and promptly passed out and concussed herself on the concrete floor when she fell. 

Another girl had severe vertigo-induced fainting, could not get a teacher to excuse her from a phys ed class, and fell off a monkey bars and split her head open, and nearly lost an eye because her glasses broke when she landed.

A student with, I believe, diabetes had a severe blood sugar drop and tried to eat a candy bar in a class with a “no food or drinks” rule. The candy bar was taken away, and she had to be taken out by EMTs. 

This kind of human rights abuse in public schools is not new. I graduated a full decade ago. 

I’m glad it’s being publically discussed again, (briefly around 2003-2005 this was also a popular subject of discussion). I hope that this time, concrete changes in policy are actually affected.

what-hath-science-wrought:

pomp-adourable:

tlaxxcalteca:

amuseoffirebane:

Reblogging this again because I found info!

This is 2/3 of a band called Too Many Zooz (they’re lacking their trumpeter here), the song is called ‘Flightning,’ and the genre is “brass house” (which i think they made up but hey i dig it). They have a handful of songs on Spotify and just successfully Kickstarted their first full-length album.

this song as the opening to a new anime by Shinichiro Watanabe honestly

These guys are CHARACTERS for a Watanabe anime.

I seriously love these guys, because they’re so interesting from a music-theory perspective. Their use of intense beats, syncopation, deep bass, and blaring harmonics borrows a lot from modern club music

they’re basically playing dubstep on traditional instruments. Seriously, listen to some tracks with all three of them together, and tell me that’s not what they’re doing

randomslasher:

queerical:

teaboot:

demimonde-quasigoddess:

Yet another installment in humans being fuckin weird compared to aliens: humans give blood, organs, and tissue to each other, because our race is built around being able to function under as much stress as possible.

So of course, what do we do when another human will die without something we could live without?
We go to our local hospital and undergo trauma to provide them with it, for no compensation.

Sure you might need to eat and drink more, take antibiotics or anti rejection drugs, but hey!

B’ril over there had to wait until HIS race figured out stem cells and lab grown organs, because ALL their organs are vital, and losing a pint of fluid flat out kills them or sends them into shock.

“You… you lost… your toxin filters?”

“Well, we’ve got a few things that do that, but yeah, like… four of them?”

“….Four?”

“Well, counting tonsils.”

“You are… How are you alive, again?”

“You make it sound so weird. I still have two kidneys- One’s synthetic, the other was donated.”

“…….donated?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend was compatible.”

“Donated.”

“….Yeah? Like, we had the same blood type and everything, and she volunteered. What, you guys don’t do that? What do you do when someone needs a liver, or something?”

“We… clone one.”

“Okay, sure, but what did you do before cloning? You didn’t just like, give someone a piece?”

“….. we died? Wait, what do you mean, ‘give someone a piece’?”

“Well, our livers can grow back. You can give someone a piece of yours, and they can grow their own. You guys don’t do that?”

“,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,………..no.”

#organ donation is almost real-life necromancy#reduce reuse recycle except with corpses (via @iron-sulfur-world)

I absolutely adore these ‘humans are the hardiest aliens’ stories. 

hojabby:

Butch Hartman is a homophobic transphobic dick but like he’s made so many gay Icons in the cartoon world like where would we be without twink cosmo and iconic trans boy Danny Phantom and the infomous power bottom vlad masters

noknightinarmor:

goys2men:

awhiffofcavendish:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

fightthemane:

hostagesandsnacks:

childrentalking:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

fabledquill:

killerchickadee:

intheheatherbright:

intheheatherbright:

Costume. Chitons.

Marjorie & C. H. B.Quennell, Everyday Things in Archaic Greece (London: B. T. Batsford, 1931).

Wait, wait…. Is that seriously it? How their clothes go?

that genuinely is it

yeah hey whats up bout to put some fucking giant sheets on my body

lets bring back sheetwares

also chlamys:

and exomis:

trust the ancients to make a fashion statement out of straight cloth and nothing but pins

Wrap Yourself In Blankets, Call It a Day

Wear blanket. Conquer world.

That last one looks dope

the chlamys is more of a dick-almost-out look

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