Tag: fml

phantoms-lair:

idiotsonfb:

if only we had some sort of system in place.

(struggles with self for a moment)

You know what, I’m gonna say it. I’ve been wanting to say some of this for over ten years.

You are a bad parent.

There were NUMEROUS warning about that movie. A brief search on Google would have showed why it got that rating but you didn’t even bother.

R isn’t an arbitrary letter. It stands for ‘Restricted’ meaning ‘Children under 17 aren’t allowed in without an adult’s presence and permission’. You think maybe there’s a reason for that?

So you know what? Man/Woman up. Be a fucking parent. Don’t give excuses of ‘Well my five year old has seen worse.’ It’s YOUR job to make sure they don’t. If they have, you have FAILED. They want to get something in the adult age bracket? Research it.

IMDB.com gives parental guides to each movie. Here’s the one for Deadpool.

Think it only does rated R movies? Here’s Inside Out. If you don’t want to go through the whole page to find it, just search the words  parental guide.

Video game concerns. Here’s the ESRB, which does the same thing.

Be a fucking adult and don’t let media raise your children. If your that fucking lazy/incompetent, you shouldn’t be having them in the first place.

bogleech:

alwayshometomarvel:

roane72:

esterbrook:

roane72:

The thing about Tumblr that probably makes me saddest is the underlying assumption that women past a certain age (which seems to be about 25?) stop having any sort of outside interests beyond family/career/kids. Like, y’all are always so shocked that grown women have lives and can fangirl as hard as we did as teenagers.

It makes me sad not because it makes me feel old (although it does), but because these younger women are constricting their own lives–they fully expect that this will happen to them someday. Y’all deserve better. Y’all deserve to EXPECT better.

And worse than that, the idea that there’s something WRONG with a grown woman who has other interests.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

One of the biggest things I realized growing up? 

It doesn’t happen.

You expect somehow you will change when you are finally An Adult ™. You’ll stop enjoying the things you enjoy now for something more “adult” or “mature”. You’ll FEEL like an adult and not like a child anymore. You’ll feel comfortable and secure and not scared and unsure and confused. You expect you will feel like you have your shit together.

But I can tell you that it doesn’t happen. You’ll still feel like the “you” you were at 15 or 17 or 19. 

You just have these…things to deal with. Like rent. And insurance. 

You have a job either because a) you like it or b) it keeps the lights and internet on. 

You’ll look up from fangirling one day and realize ‘shit. I am twenty eight years old. That’s almost 30!’. Or maybe it will be that you look down at the small child clasped around your legs and realize ‘that is my child. I have a child. A human being child.’ Or maybe it will be that you have to negotiate your budget around con tickets AND a mortgage payment. 

Growing up isn’t a thing that happens. 

It’s a realization that it doesn’t happen. 

Yep