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smallest-feeblest-boggart:

didyouknowmagic:

“I want a Disney film where the protagonist has a disability saves the day and is loved by all”  

“I want a Disney film where the protagonist isn’t conventionally attractive and that doesn’t define their worth or ever stop them from being amazing”

“I want a Disney film where the main guy and the girl end up as friends”

“I want a Disney film with representation one that focuses on issues that are relevant in today’s world”

“I want a Disney film that has animation that is jaw dropping and irrefutably gorgeous”

“I want a Disney film where the Villain is terrifying and all too realistic” 

“I want a Disney film that deals with complex issues” 

“I want a Disney film with musical numbers that give me chills”

The Hunchback of Notre Dame shall always be the most underrated animated film from Disney anyone that has ever graced the silver screen.  

this is such an incredible film

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aegipan-omnicorn:

idreamofsubtext:

So, today, a woman came into our shop. It was a woman I’ve only heard my parents refer to as ‘the Deaf Lady’. My mum had told her about me, explained that I was doing Sign Language, and come to find me on a day she knew I was working.

But today, she didn’t need her lawnmower repaired. In fact, she hadn’t touched it since it had been, and as far as she knew everything was fine.

She’d come in to sign to me.

She waved hello, and instantly explained that my mum had told her I would be in today. I asked her how she was, and the smile that she had on her face was the biggest I’ve ever seen.

And we spent about an hour in my family’s little shop, talking about everything. She told me about her life, about how she’d lived in the same house for 60 years.

She’d been born deaf, and been a Brownie, but never a Guide, because of the War… she’s now 86.

She had some amazing stories to tell, and twice she cried. One of those times was remembering her youth, and the other was when she was explaining to me that her husband had died around 20 years ago, and how he’d been the last person she’d known that could communicate with her.

She’s been alone for 20 years, living in a silent world, unable to communicate with anyone for the most part. The most interaction she has is when she writes things down for people, but she’s struggled to make any recent friends, and her family is long gone.

Now someone explain to me what’s wrong with every school teaching a certain amount of Sign Language, and for colleges to offer it more freely and frequently. People should be encouraged to learn BSL, because otherwise we’re cutting ourselves off from talking to around 8 million people or so (in the UK alone).

That’s millions of people who are no less important than you are, who have their own stories to tell, and the same need for communication as anyone else on this tiny little planet.

J. cried today because it was the first time for a long time that anyone has asked her for her name, or listened to her stories.

She’s also coming back into work tomorrow, to sign with me, and help me practice. But also - because we’re only human - for the company.

Every school should offer the native sign language of their region.

Normalize and celebrate language in all its modes, and the cultures that go with it.

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razerathane:

kineticpenguin:

propitlikeithot:

notevensneaky:

teaboot:

scotchtapeofficial:

princess-peridot:

scotchtapeofficial:

it was a fucking house phone that i was so stoked to have because it was mine that i kept in my own room and i cannot believe technology has progressed at the speed of FUCKING light to the point where this is a hilarious artifact to have had in like 6th grade and now theres kindergarteners with iphones

How did you know if you dialed the right number

each button made a different tone so the numbers you dialed a lot became a subconscious melody in your head and if you hit the wrong button by accident it would sound like a wrong note in a song you know by heart

i can’t beleive that is a legitimate question in my lifetime

Other acceptable answer: the wrong person answers on the other end.

Another acceptable answer: the robot lady comes on the phone and tells you number doesn’t exist.

I’m not even fucking 30 yet why

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deep3snplottwists:

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naamahdarling:

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botesregias:

kinkshamer69:

not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important

You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?

i have but i also have, like, real problems

I waited well over an hour for food once at IHOP, because it kept coming out inedible.

We finally asked what was going on, and it turns out that the ONLY cook had been working for 36 hours straight with only a short nap.

I ordered the easiest thing to make, tipped the waitress heavily, and sent her back to the cook with a $10 tip for them, too, AFTER watching the 24-hour restaurant close the doors so that they could send the cook home for some rest.

Yeah, I’ve waited 40 minutes for my dinner, and I didn’t ask for a discount, we tipped VERY well, and sent the cook our best wishes.

If something goes wrong with your restaurant experience, consider that there are real people back there, working under god knows what conditions.

“Millennials” are more human than their previous generations imo

“You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?”

“i have but i also have, like, real problems”

This has such a baby boomer vs. millennial energy and i think about this exchange everyday

THIS. I’m a server and people get so fucking butthurt about small shit. I had one table tip me like 10% because the one lady didn’t get mushrooms on her steak and when I brought them out she was done. We took off the meal and gave the FIVE PERSON TABLE free dessert and this lady was still like “waaa my mushrooms” are you fucking kidding me?! If that’s the worst thing that happened to you today, I want your life! Shit!

fuzipenguin:

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penfairy:

Smash that mf reblog button if you stoically ignore all labelled washing instructions and everything your mama ever told you about laundry and just send those bastards hurgling around in an overfilled tub to meet either death or glory

Something I learned from a costume designer: if an item can be washed multiple ways the designer is only legally obligated to put one of the ways on the tag, but if there’s only one way to wash that item they have to put Only on the instructions

If the tag says “Dry Clean” it’s safe to machine wash but the designer thinks it looks better if you get it dry cleaned 

But if it says “Dry Clean Only” you will destroy it if you wash it any other way

Reblogging for that last bit which this 37 yr old adult did not lnowy

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