and the duck face award goes to Legolas
he’s our favourite disney princess
Jersey and Michigan. I love random regional traditions.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU GUYS DON’T CALL IT MISCHIEF NIGHT IS IT REALLY A JERSEY THING I JUST FUCKING WHAT
Are you seriously frickin telling me that no other states have Mischief Night
New York state (upstate) does! Mischief night, confirmed by roomie.
We have mischievous night in Yorkshire (England)
Mum never used to let us go out because kids played pranks all night in the dark on people passing.
”Also the eve has been known in Yorkshire as “Mischievous Night”, “Miggy Night”, “Tick-Tack Night”, “Corn Night”, “Trick Night” and “Micky Night” but is celebrated on November 4. In some areas of Yorkshire, it is found extremely popular among thirteen-year-olds especially as they believe it to be a sort of ‘coming of age ceremony’. This may be due to the fact that Guy Fawkes was born in York, capital of Yorkshire and the historical significance plays into the importance for the youth. BBC North Yorkshire. “
I’m writing a modern version of Romeo and Juliet for english class and I’m making them dumb teenagers like they should be and I thought tumblr might appreciate some excerpts from my planning document
Oh yeah and romeo’s going to be sulking about rosaline friendzoning him at the start
I’m really trying to emphasise the ‘stupid kids’ thing here
I’m el dork face
Bulk orders are just plain efficient. Lucky he has so many acquaintances with the same initials, really.
The saddest thing is that most people will find this humorous instead of serious. We’re standing right beside one another, and yet we text others instead of actually speaking to each other. Have you ever sat down and thought about how uncomfortable we now are around one another that it’s so bad that we literally pretend to be texting someone when we’re not, just so it’s less awkward to stand beside people? What’s supposed to strengthen our bonds has taken away from it. It’s time to take our faces out of our phones and notice the world, give a kind gesture to someone, and go SEE your friends instead of just texting them.
I’m going to let that sink in.
Ah yes let me just up and leave school right in between my classes so I can go see the friend 40 miles away that i’m currently texting instead of making idle chit chat with the people around me that I don’t particularly care for.
Fuck your pretentious shit.
"whines evil technology is making people antisocial its not real communication if its not face to face and im a pretentious self righteous shitbaby that asks random people on the street for the time and feels good about it"
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
This girl is going places. [x]
i know we all like to hate on the tumblr radar but im just so jazzed about this cube look at it go