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I'm starting to go the opposite direction of all the "you're a literal baby infant until 25 bc your bwain is a baby bwain :(" shit

We should be treating teens as more adult than we do. I don't mean some lowering the age of consent creep shit, I mean presuming competence. Get a job, learn life skills, learn to cook, be fully responsible for a pet, walk places alone (in daylight) or with a friend, have intergenerational friendships, teach skills to littler kids, be someone people can trust with more than wiping their own ass. Be someone they themselves can trust to do stuff and go places. We're stealing children's confidence by treating them like they can't do anything. Treat them like they can and should do many adult things and more will find the confidence to practice at them.

Yes, the brain isn't finished growing when you're like 15. No, you shouldn't get treated like a preschooler till it is. The general experience of adulthood is like 90% practice 10% maturity I think. The maturity is needed but it doesn't account for much if you just do nothing.

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~ Ivory soap, 1925

"...Ivory is the bond that will draw you and your son together across the vast crevasse of feminine interference."

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Favorite vegetable and least favorite fruit?

Ooh, this is a tough one! Mostly because I have a lot of vegetables I like, and I couldn't immediately think of any fruits that I dislike (unless we're counting botanical fruits, in which case eggplant is the easy answer).

My favorite veggie is probably the humble potato, because no matter how you make it, it's always delicious. If we don't count that as a veggie, sweet potato is a close second. (Or broccoli. Or kale. Or tomatoes...)

Least favorite fruit is probably honeydew melon, just because I don't much care for either the taste of the texture. I'll still eat it, though.

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by Armen Zakharov

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Moon Lights,  -   Phil Greenwood 

Welsh, b 1943 -

Etching with aquatint , 47 x 55.5 cm.

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Do you like sparkling water or soda pop?

Nope, it's too spicy! ;) My beverage of choice for breakfast, lunch and dinner is a nice glass of room-temperature water. (I feel like this would be a characterization detail for me if I was in a story.) The one exception is that after a particularly hot and sweaty hike, I'll get a sudden craving for soda, which is satisfied by stealing like two sips from my spouse's drink.

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Have you ever taken up martial arts

Sadly, no! My theater teacher in high school actually suggested that I take up something like that to help with my movement, but I never did. I'd be open to learning something like Tai Chi someday, if I ever got the chance.

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Vintage moon and stars banjo heads

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What would your ideal sandwich be like

There are so many different wonderful sandwich combinations, but since I am not allowed to eat dairy for the next several months, all I can daydream about right now is a really gooey grilled cheese sandwich, practically deep-fried in butter, and dipped in tomato soup. Yum.......

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What is your favourite type of lentil 🤔

I love that you assume I have a favorite type of lentil, and you are CORRECT. 😂 I like the plain brown ones, because they hold their shape well and you can make all sorts of things out of them, although red lentils are a close second, especially made into a curry soup!

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Reblog if you'll PUBLICLY answer anything in your ask right now.

Im game

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After Quincey's death, Jack and Arthur take comfort in the knowledge that they each, at different times, knew him as a lover. Jack wonders if they can help each other re-live the past.

Jack is bad at communication, Arthur is desperate, and they decide to have sex about it. Rated Explicit.

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satire about capitalism isn’t funny anymore when actual ads start looking like this

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Guess what I did AGAIN

I am going to have a permanent bruise on that thigh, aren't I

You'd think that after all these years of running into furniture, I would stop moving through my house like I'm a leopard launching myself at a gazelle. But, alas.

I am going to have one heck of a bruise on my thigh tomorrow.

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After Quincey's death, Jack and Arthur take comfort in the knowledge that they each, at different times, knew him as a lover. Jack wonders if they can help each other re-live the past.

Jack is bad at communication, Arthur is desperate, and they decide to have sex about it. Rated Explicit.