Anonymous asked: why are you stoners even allowed online?
In honor of this grand holiday.
Your blogger: 20-something part-time giraffe/pterodactyl hybrid currently studying things in college. Skittles are my fuel and my blood so give me Skittles and I will be your friend. You might think I'm cool (well, no, you probably don't), but you'll soon find out I just have a very strong love for basketball, cats, and geekery and am in fact not cool at all. I post/reblog a lot about social issues, basketball, philosophy, and also cats.
More seriously: I am white, a woman, identify as asexual and am non-neurotypical (ADHD-er, here!); if I fuck up on anything, PLEASE call me out so I can do better in the future.
AWOOOO!! TIMBERWOLVES RULE!!
ALSO: GO KNICKS!
Yeah, basically I am a fan of both the New York Knicks and the Minnesota Timberwolves and sometimes I liveblog games (whyyy won't the season get here sooner...).
Although I'll often just post fandom-related stuff here, I also have a dedicated I fandom blog that I use to bookmark my favorite posts (mostly from the KnB fandom, right now).
Thirty-two hours of higher quality work is better than 40 hours of lower quality work
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
Things I will not judge you for:
Things I will judge you for:
•Not signalling while driving
•How you treat wait staff
•Which way you think the toilet roll goes
"women didn’t get the right to vote till 1920"
"what do you mea—?"
You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.
We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”
I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”
He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.