My dad, who is Mr. I don't want any pet, is currently searching breeders to get a second cockatiel because according to him, ours is too depressed because he is alone
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I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:
If you dropped out of school because of diagnosed (or undiagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.
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The reason why Go Piss Girl isn't an option, is because I had genuinely never heard of it until all of y'all let me know.
Reblog for more people to give their answers!
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feels like bashing my head against a brick wall trying to talk to the like... carceral feminist but trans ally kinda people who get shocked ur not super on board with harsh prison sentences for hate crimes and don't think "better diversity policies for prisons" any "have the cops magically stop being transmisogynistic" is a good solution.
like sorry but I'm a million times more likely to end up in prison than anyone who attacks or abuses me. and I'm probably a million times more likely to end up in a mens prison than a man is too.
"more minority cops and more cops who are niceys to minorities" is not the revolutionary idea some ppl seem to think it is. u gotta think about the contradictions under capital!
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Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.
"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.
"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.
At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.
Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"
"But daddy is laughing..."
That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.
"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.
"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.
"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.
Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.
You are so gonna kick his ass.
But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.
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