Rockman: What If Mayonnaise Came In Cans?

I feel like there is this mentality that people arent allowed to miss content they used to love when it turns out that the person making it was shitty and that...isn't good imo.

Like when Bon Appetit and Harry Potter had their big(and justified) cancel this year a lot of people were saying stuff like "I always knew it was bad" or "lol I can't believe people actually liked this crap anyway" or some other variation of "I was woke enough to realise this media was problematic before it was cool and now I'm gonna make fun of those who didn't" and not only does that read as performative as HELL(social justice has very much become a clout game) it also ignores the fact that we live in a deeply shit ass society and it's okay to be upset when something that made your life worth living gets ruined for you.

Maybe you weren't on twitter or didn't get the memo about Rowling or missed the dog whistles and now you have to grapple with something that brought you joy being vilified while the narrative around the discourse is full of people calling you terrible for liking it in the first place(I see you people who make jokes about adults caring about their Hogwarts houses and I am not impressed). Maybe BA was just something you switched on for a quick laugh and you were too tired to be on guard for the signs of problems. Maybe you didn't know what copoganda was or never had all the different antisemitic dogwhistles explained to you or were too happy with representation to think too hard about it's effects. That's okay. No one is perfect. Every day there are 10,000 people just finding out about something everyone else knew, statistically you're gonna end up in that group at some point. Do not shame yourself for not being versed in every type of issue from the start.

And when you do learn It's perfectly okay to mourn the media that helped you get through another day in this hellscape of a society. Really, it's natural to be upset.

Cuz I think we've all been there(and if havent your lying) and this purity culture idea that the only way to be truly woke is to have never liked the Bad thing in the first place and then openly tear it to shreds as soon as doing so will get you clout is so flawed and unrealistic.

I mean, for example, my freshman year of highschool was rough. I had just moved across the country away from my whole family and had no friends and was living in a studio apartment with my drug addicted neglectful dad and ngl, I probably wouldnt have survived if I didn't have Hetalia. I know now that it's problematic as hell and I do occasionally wish I had seen the issues sooner but I was also an emotionally abused lonely 15 year old and to this day I can't get on the hate bandwagon because any time I do see the mocking I think of that terrified teenager just trying to get though another lonely day with only US/UK fanfiction to look forward to and I just can't hate the thing that helped her survive.

And so if Harry Potter or BA or Voltron or whatever other problematic thing was your lifeline it's okay to be upset that it was yanked away from you by bigoted creators and racist corporations and bad writing. It's okay to mourn that thing, to miss the joy it brought you, to think back on the good memories you had of it, to not want to jump on the hate bandwagon, to be upset when people mock the people like you who cared about it.

Do not be ashamed of the life-raft that got you through the storm. Be critical, do not let it's problems alter your perception of reality, and cast it aside if it comes to that, but do not be ashamed to have needed it, and do not feel bad for mourning it's absence.

And if you're on the other side, if you see someone who is sad that a thing was ruined for them, maybe consider that they don't have malicious intent, that their ignorance was not on purpose, that maybe that thing was the only thing keeping them going. Consider how you'd feel if you had your lifeline snatched away from you, and maybe direct your hate elsewhere. Attacking random people who loved Harry Potter isn't gonna change the world anyway, trust me there are better ways you could spend your time.

i… made a uquiz like the monster i am. please take it so i know which of yall to avoid.

tell me your star wars opinions and ill tell you how scared i am of you

Fake Service Dogs?

You’re sitting at a cafe with your friend when suddenly a woman walks in with a toy poodle in her purse. The manager at the counter informs her “I’m sorry, but we do not allow dogs”. She replies with a heavy sigh and a “She’s a service dog. She can come with me”. Not knowing much about service dog law, and worrying about getting sued for asking further questions, he sits this woman down at a booth. There, she promptly unzips her purse and places the dog on the booth seat next to her. When the woman’s food comes out, the little dog begs and she feeds her bits off her plate. This dog is not public access trained, and proceeds to bark at those who walk by. This dog is a nuisance and causes many in the restaurant to complain. The manager cannot do anything but inform the unhappy customers that this is a service dog, so he can’t ask her to leave. In the end, it’s the customers who end up leaving.

Now I walk in with my highly trained service dog pressed against my leg in a perfect heel position, and I’m quickly bombarded by the manager telling me “No dogs! No dogs! We ALL know what happened last time”. Confused, I tell him “This is my medical alert and medical response service dog. Her right to accompany me is protected under federal law.” With a sigh, he seats me at a table far away from others where my dog promptly tucks under my feet, out of sight. When my food arrives my dog is still tucked tightly under the table because she knows she’s not supposed to eat when she’s on duty. She stays there ignoring those who walk past for the remainder of my meal. When we leave, a woman by the door exclaims “Woah, I didn’t know there was a dog here!”

See the difference?

Scenario number two occurs at a local grocery store when a man decides to bring his certified emotional support animal into the store with him. Upon entering he flashes a fancy ID card and certification papers. This dog is not as unruly as the first, but he still forges ahead of his handler, sniffs the food on display, and may seek attention from those who walk past. You find this dog adorable, and when he and his owner walk past you ask to pet him. The owner says yes and explains how all he had to do was go online, register his dog, and a few weeks later they sent him a vest, ID card, and certification papers.

Now I pull into the same grocery store. I’m in a rush to get an ingredient for a dish I’m making so I hurry into the store with my service dog next to me. I’m quickly stopped by a manager who demands to see my service dog’s certification card. Remember, this is NOT required by law, and most real service dog teams don’t have them. After 15 minutes of trying to educate, pulling up the ADA website on my phone, back and forth bickering, and drawing more of a crowd than I want to describe… I’m finally allowed in. I grab my ingredient, stand in line (where my service dog obediently moves between my legs to make space for those around me), and I get bombarded by people asking to pet my dog. I explain that she’s working, she has a very important job to do, and she’s not allowed to be pet while on duty. People walk away grumbling and complaining about how rude I was when other handlers like the man they met earlier allow their dog to be pet.

Moral of the story? Fake service dogs create real problems. The ones who are impacted the most are the true service dog handlers who rely on their dogs every day to help mitigate their disability. How would you feel if everywhere you went, you couldn’t make it 10 feet in the door because people were asking you questions? Imagine how much time that would take out of your already hectic day. Businesses lose customers because word gets out that there are unruly dogs in their store, customers become misinformed and start thinking some of these behaviors are okay, some people even start to believe the lies that anyone can just register their dog online and make him a service dog. The result? MORE fake service dogs. MORE real problems.

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

As an artist ( who does collages) this is what I love to do. Would love to do more.

take this mando fandom discourse quiz

So how is it that second-hand embarrassment is the single most powerful and weakening emotion one can feel from media?

Tragedy? Delicious.

A hard-earned happy ending? Wonderful.

A convoluted narrative? Keeps you glued.

Simple slice of life? It’s entertaining.

Second-hand embarrassment? Hang on, g, I gotta pause this for fifteen minutes, no, I cannot continue watching this right now, I am just not strong enough.

glamorizing being so busy and caught up in your work, school work, your hobbies, or anything else that takes a large portion of your attention that you forgo eating, showering, sleeping, buying groceries, cooking, cleaning your space, etc. is not cute. it’s not healthy. please don’t confuse busyness with your worth. your productivity does not define your worth. you are worthy of taking care of your basic needs.

Ooh, I see fever prompts! Sickfics are my jam because I always think of the times I got sick and I know how it feels to have high fevers (seriously, they suck) and sore throats among other things, so the sympathy runs high, I love seeing the hurt/comfort that can come out of them, and I’m just rambling now!

Prompt: “ let me feel your forehead. ” with, once again, anyone you feel like writing for because I love them all? Thanks in advance! ❤️

of course!! thank you for the prompt!! // from these prompts 

Obi-Wan had a feeling something was wrong with Anakin, but it was difficult to actually catch him when he seemed so intent on being anywhere Obi-Wan wasn’t.

But now Obi-Wan heard the clatter of too many things falling, followed by a series of mumbled apologies, and Obi-Wan knew that this was the time to finally corner his former apprentice. Anakin could argue with him later.

Obi-Wan walked forward, finding Anakin clumsily shoving tools back into drawers. They weren’t even going in the right places, and while Obi-Wan knew that Anakin was never one to be completely organized, he knew that Anakin at least attempted to keep at least similar tools in the same place—now, Anakin just dumped everything into a single drawer.

“You’re going to regret that later,” Obi-Wan commented.

Anakin turned around—well, almost turned around. More of the tools went scattering back to the ground.

“Great,” Anakin muttered. He got down on his knees, started picking them off the ground.

Obi-Wan knelt down next to Anakin, ignoring how Anakin scooted backwards.

That didn’t matter too much—Obi-Wan still caught the slight flush in Anakin’s cheeks, the thin sheen of sweat on his face. The slightest tremble in his hands.

Together, they put the tools back in the drawers. When Anakin wasn’t looking, Obi-Wan shifted some of them into places he knew Anakin would have usually put them.

They were almost finished when Anakin suddenly staggered, one hand on top of the drawers to steady himself. He was breathing hard, but when Obi-Wan turned to him, Anakin was already pushing himself away.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “You should get some rest.”

“I’m fine,” Anakin said. He was already sitting back down by the starfighter. “Don’t you have a meeting to go to?”

“Haven’t you said that before?” Obi-Wan asked. He sat down next to Anakin and gestured. “Let me feel your forehead.”

“I’m not—” Anakin started to squirm away, but Obi-Wan had already pushed his hand up to Anakin’s forehead. As he’d suspected, Anakin’s face was too warm, and even though Obi-Wan knew Anakin hadn’t meant to, his former apprentice still relaxed under the sudden touch.

Obi-Wan smiled briefly. “I thought so.”

“Know-it-all,” Anakin muttered, but he didn’t move away.

“Only when it’s in your best interest,” Obi-Wan replied. He stood up, offering Anakin a hand. “Come now.”

Anakin hesitated.

He took Obi-Wan’s hand, and the two of them walked out of the hanger.