If I have one pet peeve, it’s inconsideration.

broadwaydork23:

coldgamekelv:

My first time holding a sloth today 😭

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT’S HOLY

TURN ON THE SOUND

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dragon-in-a-fez:

it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.

example: it’s been well-documented for a long time that urban spaces are more dangerous for kids than they are for adults. but common wisdom has generally held that that’s just the way things are because kids are inherently vulnerable. and because policymakers keep operating under the assumption that there’s nothing that can be done about kids being less safe in cities because that’s just how kids are, the danger they face in public spaces like streets and parks has been used as an excuse for marginalizing and regulating them out of those spaces.

(by the same people who then complain about kids being inside playing video games, I’d imagine.)

thing is, there’s no real evidence to suggest that kids are inescapably less safe in urban spaces. the causality goes the other way: urban spaces are safer for adults because they are designed for adults, by adults, with an adult perspective and experience in mind.

the city of Oslo, Norway recently started a campaign to take a new perspective on urban planning. quite literally a new perspective: they started looking at the city from 95 centimeters off the ground - the height of the average three-year-old. one of the first things they found was that, from that height, there were a lot of hedges blocking the view of roads from sidewalks. in other words, adults could see traffic, but kids couldn’t.

pop quiz: what does not being able to see a car coming do to the safety of pedestrians? the city of Oslo was literally designed to make it more dangerous for kids to cross the street. and no one realized it until they took the laughably small but simultaneously really significant step of…lowering their eye level by a couple of feet.

so Oslo started trimming all its decorative roadside vegetation down. and what was the first result they saw? kids in Oslo are walking to school more, because it’s safer to do it now. and that, as it turns out, reduces traffic around schools, making it even safer to walk to school.

so yeah. this is the kind of important real-life impact all that silly social justice nonsense of recognizing adultism as a massive structural problem can have. stop ignoring 1/3 of the population when you’re deciding what the world should look like and the world gets better a little bit at a time.

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juilan:

juilan:

A white person learning another language in the United States is a person looking to build a résumé.

A person of color learning English in the United States is a person looking to be treated like a human being.

It is not the same thing.

Keep reblogging this white people are getting mad because they don’t know the difference between learning a language because it’s fun or to put it on applications and learning a language so you won’t get treated like garbage by everyone

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grimeclown:

that funny little banana: its peanut butter jelly time!!!

8 year old me:

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lehuckbadu:

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jemariel:

Cas is the night shift barista at a 24-hour Starbucks and Dean always comes to the drive through after the lobby is closed. Cas knows the Impala by sound and is kind of in love with Dean’s voice through the intercom and the brief smiles he gets when he hands him is late-night cup of joe. He never orders anything fancy so Cas doesn’t know why he keeps coming to this particular coffee shop. Probably just convenient.

After several weeks of this, Dean strikes up a conversation at the window. They start chatting about nothing for a few minutes every evening, swapping jokes and funny little stories about their daily lives. Cas starts writing things on Dean’s coffee cup, things he think will make him smile. Dean brings Cas a snack because Cas is sick of muffins.

Cas mentions this guy casually to the coworkers who work when he’s off, but they draw blanks. They might vaguely remember a guy in a cool car, but nothing else comes to mind. Cas can’t believe that he might be special or anything. 

Schedule and staffing changes require Cas to move to the morning shift. As happy as he is to get a little more regular sleeping hours, he misses the night shift when it was quiet and he had the place to himself and didn’t have to deal with the hurry-hurry-hurry of the morning crowd. But most of all he misses Dean. He liked their little private moments in the middle of the night. He doesn’t kid himself that he’ll ever see Dean again. It was a passing thing, nothing important. Nothing that could have gone anywhere anyway.

He tells himself that right up to the moment Dean is walking into the Starbucks, a little after the morning rush has died down, bleary-eyed and looking nervous. Dean grins at him, shy and pleased. Is he blushing? Cas thinks he might be blushing. Which, well, would only be fair, because Cas feels like his face is going to catch fire.

Dean orders his usual coffee. Cas wishes, not for the first time, that his usual was something more elaborate so that he could spend more time making it for him. Cas can’t control the way his heart races when their fingers brush around the heated paper cup.

He’s about to take his coffee and go when Cas opens his big fat mouth and asks, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping? I thought you worked nights too.”

Dean is definitely blushing when he laughs at himself before answering. “It’s stupid,” he says. “But, um. I asked what happened to the guy who used to work nights, and they told me you got switched to mornings. So. I, uh.”

Cas can feel his fingers trembling with his heartbeat. “So you came to see me?” he asks.

“Well when you put it like that,” Dean laughs, sipping at his hot beverage. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

Cas can’t think of a single thing to say. His mind is a complete blank. But he can’t stand to watch Dean fidget, watch doubt and self-deprecation creep over his beautiful face, so he blurts out “I’m on break in ten minutes,” which isn’t technically supposed to be true but he can beg for coverage. “Will you still be here?”

Dean’s grin is brighter than the morning sun through the window. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be here.”

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