g0ddess-0f-destructi0n:

chainerstorment:

markhamillz:

youngandjoyful:

a-radioactive-platypus:

potterheadravenclaw:

haveievermentioned:

fandomlife-universe:

Who’s rescuing you?

I’m watching baseball, does that count?

Kara Zor- El and Winn Schott got my back.

And J’ONN and Alex.

Jen, Roy, and Moss from The IT Crowd. Either I’m screwed or things go bizarrely well

Doc McStuffins………………………………………………………………………………..

Batman!

If frank Underwood Is rescuing me…

FUCKING LUCIFER. THE DEVIL HIMSELF.
I’M DEAD.

Allen Walker (Im rewatching DGM lol)
Im probably good tbh

alwayssometimesakira:

ruzuki:

glumshoe:

haml3t:

glumshoe:

bogleech:

Yes, I know some people have phobias they can’t help, but a phobia doesn’t force you to hate spiders or snakes or deep sea fish. I am completely baffled by people who just insist certain animals are horrible and wish they would all die rather than just wishing they weren’t scared of them.

And then there’s people with no “phobia” at all who still scream “KILL IT WITH FIRE” and the clickbait articles or even previously reputable science blogs feeding into that with “THIS NEWLY DISCOVERED TURTLE IS A NIGHTMARE FROM HELL!!!”

This is one thing I try very hard to nip in the bud with my students and one thing I’ll really be focusing on this season. I had a big wakeup call last fall during our pond class – I’d let the kids run around catching bugs in nets and putting them in buckets to examine and identity.

I thought it was all going really well… the kids had found tons of neat shit and were asking all kinds of questions about it. We even found a giant water beetle the size of my palm, which I couldn’t resist whipping out my phone to take a video of. As we were about to end class and return our finds to the water, this kid just… upturned the bucket onto the grass and stomped on the beetle, killing it.

I was stunned. I had no idea what to do or say. I barely managed to contain my fury and a number of expletives. Why the fuck had he done that? “It was gross,” was all he had to say.

So what? “Gross” is subjective. “Gross” isn’t a threat to you. “Gross” is not hurting you. If you are afraid of it, I understand. But your fear of it does not mean it has lost the right to exist, especially in a place where it is meant to be, where you are fully capable of avoiding it.

Working with and around phobias, I can do. Most people I know with insect or spider phobias, even children, recognize that they have a right to exist and that their fear is disproportionate. But the fact that “kill it with fire” is a normalized reaction to the strange or ugly upsets me greatly.

HENNYWAYS I’m arachnophobic and I hate spiders and they should all die

#GOD people have no clue what a phobia is like #what the fuck is with people who protect bugs like me killing some spiders isn’t going to change the ecosystem #and if you’re gonna say we need spiders to kill flies and shit why do they have to be so SCARY#bugs would be chill if they left everyone alone and didn’t look like that

Hi @haml3t! As someone who used to have a severe phobia of dogs after being attacked twice as a child, I don’t appreciate your implication that I “have no clue” what it’s like. I very much do. However, we live in a world where hurting or killing dogs on sight is not encouraged or remotely socially acceptable, even if you hate and fear them intensely. If I were to say “HENNYWAYS I’m cynophobic and I hate dogs and they should all die”, nine out of ten people on the goddamn planet would be absolutely horrified, if not asking for my head on a platter. 

No one is saying that you should feel ashamed for your phobia or just need to “get over it”. It’s rarely that easy – I spent years working through my panic reaction to dogs and am fortunate enough to have conquered it. I now really like dogs and am comfortable in my ability to discern between an active threat and a sweet pupper. 

“I think it’s gross and scary because of the way that it is” is not an acceptable excuse to kill something that you can easily avoid and which is not posing a threat to you. If you think it is, then beating a dog I pass on the street would not be much different. After all, they’ve harmed me in the past, and might do harm to me again – and unlike spiders, they tend to run towards you seeking physical contact. 

This dog recently showed up on my Facebook newsfeed. It looks very much like one that attacked me when I was a kid. It would be tasteless and offensive of me to comment something like “OMG KILL IT WITH FIRE!”  and tell the owner how much I wish I could kill it, even if that’s how I felt. When I feared dogs, I avoided them, and did not feel the need to tell everyone who owned one how I thought the world would be better if they were all dead. 

It sucks to have a phobia. It really does. I know this, and I know that it can impede your ability to enjoy and function in your everyday world. But while killing a spider in your bedroom or in your car is understandable, going out of your way to destroy them when they could easily be avoided, and telling everyone who likes them that they should all die is not an excusable expression of a phobia. It’s just being an asshole.

Ill second this. I have a bit of a phobia with dogs because Ive been attacked several times, but you dont see me going around saying I’m going to kill dogs. I just try to stay away from them and leave them alone. (Its annoying how many people are like, personally insulted, when you swerve around their dog on the street. Like, no, Sharon, I dont have a problem with your dog personally. I am afraid of all dogs unless I know and trust the dog well enough to know they aren’t aggressive. Why is it ok for people to say they hate cats, but not ok for people to be afraid of dogs?)

I also have arachnophobia (or maybe a kind of general ‘bug creature’ phobia?), but actually killing a spider(or bug) is my last resort. If I have a friend nearby, I try to get them to remove it first. I used to have a neighbor who would do so… but he moved unfortunately lol. But if its not in my space, (my house, my office, my car, etc) I ignore it. I dont go out of my way to kill any bug or spider I come across on the street… If the spider/bug is in my space, and I cant get it out of my space easily without a chance of it touching me, Ill probably kill it. But not really out of hate or anything, I just dont want it to creep up on me later and touch me… TBH its the touching I’m most afraid of. I cant even touch dead ones. I have to use tissues or something to pick up dead spiders/bugs. Ive actually had panic attacks from spiders dropping down on me before, or bugs landing on me lol (I also have a weird immune system thing and my body can have extreme reactions to bug bites, especially spider bites, so that doesn’t help.)

 A third on this. I was attacked by chihuahuas several times and now that entire breed as well as other very small dogs makes me uneasy. Some mid sized dogs too, but to be honest I don’t really like dogs too much in general. It’s not the fact it’s ‘they’re dogs and I’m afraid of all dogs’ it’s more of a sensory thing about dogs that’s hard to tolerate with all dogs, and it’s only certain dogs that scare me.

I’ve never really had entomophobia or aracnaphobia. Sure if a bug lands on me I’ll panic and swipe it off but that’s because I’m a giant ball of nerves and the little thing would have surprised me. I would never go out of my way to kill a bug I wouldn’t even try and kill anything in my house unless it were an fly or mosquito. Ants I’m on the fence about, since I would try and exterminate a colony in my house but if it’s just one or two then I wouldn’t care. The only bug that legitimately gives me panic is roaches. Cause if there’s one…there’s more.

Roaches are a colony bug and don’t stray as far from the nest as one would think. Now they aren’t like ants and bees where there’s a queen, but they have a community of different families. But I will never try and kill them without poison. This is mostly because of audio trauma from back when I was in high school. Have you ever heard a roach being stepped on!? It’s terrifying.

Tiny dogs are the worst for my phobia. Especially the bald/short haired breed ones like chihuahuas (I dont know breed names well lol)… Why are they always so angry? Are they trying to make up for size with aggression? I dont think I have ever met a calm tiny dog. Like, the tiny curly haired breeds seem more hyper than aggressive but still, they are too loud and move around too much for me to feel safe around.

There are very few dogs Ive ever gotten to know well enough to feel safe around, and they were all larger breeds, and relatively quiet and calm.
Service dogs I tend to feel ok around though, since those are usually well trained and are working and dont act out. And they stay near their owner so I dont have to go by them lol. (I hate people who bring non trained dogs into stores and stuff and claim they’re ‘service dogs’ though. Like no, an emotional support animal is not the same as a service animal, get that thing out of here.)

I agree on your point of killing bug infestations too… Those pose a health hazard. But that’s still not really a killing out of hatred, more out of necessity.
I lived in a house infested with roaches when I was a child, and they got into like, everything. And the house I live in currently gets an ant infestation almost every spring that I end up having to deal with (because no one else there bothers to, even though it affects them too?)

I think the main problem the OP has is people who are killing unnecessarily, out of hatred of the creature.

mia7437:

thisiswhymomworries:

bitcherovas:

starism:

starism:

i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual thing that teenagers Do

this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yall do it??? i have Arguments and Questions

1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?? do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot of stairs
2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up
3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE FUCK!!
4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass id be dead the next day
5. i dont believe in this concept At All

i mean i guess it’s possible the way american houses are built but it’s still a bit far fetched imo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an urbanizacion it was like lmao you can’t sneak out in a house like that. first of all our windows are miami style of whatever, second of all there’s only 1 functioning door (technically our house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on both sides so it was never used but in any case both were on the same side of the house), and the house is so small like you would hear someone opening and closing it. plus you just know at least 1 person on your street would be up and would spill that piping hot tea to your parents the next day.

so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that’s always creaking and “settling” which, good news: is perfect for sneaking out because there’s always weird noises anyway; bad news: we’re in the middle of the woods and there’s always creepy fucking noises

but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends?

what could go wrong??

and I do literally mean through the woods. our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn’t smart enough to grab a flashlight. but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend’s car at the very end so it wasn’t so bad going down to be picked up

except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time

and she was high as fuuuuuuuuuuck

so she’s creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she’ll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever. really fucking high

then she steps on a frog

because we also have a 3 acre “pond” like our property isn’t fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesn’t know what the fuck just happened AT ALL

I wake up to a series of frantic text messages

hlp he lp HEL

dont’ tell momd and dad

i jsut murdered somtheing

also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick’n’poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom’s sewing needle because she “got restless” and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON

(it doesn’t matter if you’re smol if you get ‘em on the ground and get on top)

anyway

so waking up to an “I just murdered something” text from her was … actually kind of inevitable. siblings are either ride or die or no officer I’ve never seen that person before, and that night, I decided I was ride or die

so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at least I’m smart enough to take a flashlight. sister had already texted me she was “onthe driveways” but again, that’s a quarter mile journey

finally I arrive at the scene of the crime

sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a Mess

frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaller Jabba the Hut

she points at the frog and sobs that it’s a heart. obviously a frog. a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I’m relieved, but also super pissed, because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn’t even a fucking body

just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not dead! still very much alive and full of pee!!

so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my hand, escaping into the night

also, I totally held my sister’s hand with my Piss Hand as I led her back home because she deserved it

this was a goddamned journey

Wow my most exciting story is that when we lived on the second story in an apartment building I learned how to climb up and down the porches to get in and out of my house, because my bedroom window happened to be on the porch so it was easy. I could have just used the front door tho tbh because my mom gave 0 fucks if I left in the middle of the night, as long as nothing happened that would make the police come ask her questions lol. But I was a teen and I liked being sneaky so I climbed the porch. And I jumped out of a window once because I didn’t feel like climbing. That was a bad idea, I didnt do that again lol.

glumshoe:

A broken bone is a fractured bone. They’re the same thing. I guess this isn’t common knowledge because I just had a dozen people roll their eyes at me and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about because “a fracture isn’t a big deal, it’s just a small crack”. No… if your bone is sticking out of your arm, it’s an angulated fracture. No one believes me and it’s immensely frustrating.

I had a ‘fractured rib’ once and people kept telling me I was being a baby over it cause ‘its not like its broken’.

(I also couldn’t afford actual medical care because the state I got the fracture in only would provide the x-ray to show it was fractured, not any actual help. And then I left the state a week later on a 3 day greyhound trip to Cali and let me tell you, a 3 day trip in a Greyhound is hell with a broken rib. You cant get comfortable to sleep, it hurts to breath…)