Random awesward (awesome+awkward) stuff. Deal with my weirdo self. I'm a lizard. MOO!
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disneysnewgroove:

Disney movies in order of historical setting

(Excludes most of the package films. Some films, eg The Lion King, are impossible to pin down exactly and some, like Aladdin and Treasure Planet, are anachronistic, so these are estimations. A few have been split into 2 if there is more than one time period in the movie, and sequels have been put together.)

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helvetebrann:

yasnatchedit:

lookingforsydney:

feminishblog:

sugaredvenom:

mattreadsthings:


fatswaggin:

Found this in a bathroom at my college. A lot of guys had eating disorders in football and wrestling at my school and even in the rec league. I remember guys taking laxatives before weigh ins even.

Male eating disorder awareness ~

Wrestling is infamous for that kind of shit. It’s one of the reasons my brother left the sport— his coaches were ENCOURAGING him to engage in unsafe behavior.

I’ve seen a lot of it the other way round, especially in rugby, I know several men who were encouraged to go to unsafe measures to gain weight.

Yes. ^^^ The masculinization of eating disorders. I knew some wrestling guys back in high school - it became this competition as to who could lose then keep of their weight the best. The guys would have competitions to see who could go the longest without eating, and if you lost, of course, you were a “pussy”
Thankfully a suspension went on while they reviewed these practices that were of course encouraged by the coaches.

Almost every wrestler I’ve met has engaged in ridiculously dangerous behavior at the encouragement of their coaches and even their own parents. My cousin would do unsafe amounts of exercise and then barely eat or only eat baby food as he dropped weight at alarming rates. But no one ever acknowledges these behaviors as being dangerous because it’s “for a sport”. We need to put an end to this.

My 11-year old brother’s football coach had him run for half an hour in a trash bag so that he would sweat enough to lose 2-3 lb in an hour before a game, so that he’d be in the right weight class. It’s insane. And people, coaches and football parents alike, think this is normal.

My husband dealt with his fears and anxieties about weight by joining wrestling. They made him lose weight in rapid and unhealthy ways. Running with trash bags on in a heated gym was normal. There were days where his coach forbid water; ice cubes only. Most days his “dinner” was one can of tuna fish with a small squirt of mustard. That was usually his only meal for the day. His mom, whom I adore, but who also had great struggles with weight, supported him through these crazy “diets” and unhealthy exercise drills (you weren’t done until you vomited and then you were expected to get up and keep going) because he was losing weight.
Disgusting.
Unhealthy body image and eating disorders affect everyone.

helvetebrann:

yasnatchedit:

lookingforsydney:

feminishblog:

sugaredvenom:

mattreadsthings:


fatswaggin
:

Found this in a bathroom at my college. A lot of guys had eating disorders in football and wrestling at my school and even in the rec league. I remember guys taking laxatives before weigh ins even.

Male eating disorder awareness ~

Wrestling is infamous for that kind of shit. It’s one of the reasons my brother left the sport— his coaches were ENCOURAGING him to engage in unsafe behavior.

I’ve seen a lot of it the other way round, especially in rugby, I know several men who were encouraged to go to unsafe measures to gain weight.

Yes. ^^^ The masculinization of eating disorders. I knew some wrestling guys back in high school - it became this competition as to who could lose then keep of their weight the best. The guys would have competitions to see who could go the longest without eating, and if you lost, of course, you were a “pussy”

Thankfully a suspension went on while they reviewed these practices that were of course encouraged by the coaches.

Almost every wrestler I’ve met has engaged in ridiculously dangerous behavior at the encouragement of their coaches and even their own parents. My cousin would do unsafe amounts of exercise and then barely eat or only eat baby food as he dropped weight at alarming rates. But no one ever acknowledges these behaviors as being dangerous because it’s “for a sport”. We need to put an end to this.

My 11-year old brother’s football coach had him run for half an hour in a trash bag so that he would sweat enough to lose 2-3 lb in an hour before a game, so that he’d be in the right weight class. It’s insane. And people, coaches and football parents alike, think this is normal.

My husband dealt with his fears and anxieties about weight by joining wrestling. They made him lose weight in rapid and unhealthy ways. Running with trash bags on in a heated gym was normal. There were days where his coach forbid water; ice cubes only. Most days his “dinner” was one can of tuna fish with a small squirt of mustard. That was usually his only meal for the day. His mom, whom I adore, but who also had great struggles with weight, supported him through these crazy “diets” and unhealthy exercise drills (you weren’t done until you vomited and then you were expected to get up and keep going) because he was losing weight.

Disgusting.

Unhealthy body image and eating disorders affect everyone.

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vinegod:

When you trip and your spaghetti falls out your pocket by KingBach

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joemcfly123:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

impendingeargasm:

Anyone who hasn’t heard this needs to.

do not do this to me

I am crying… It’s so beautiful…

  • Track: XP Startup Theme
  • Artist: Bas3008
  • Album: Newgrounds Audio Portal - http://www.newgrounds.com/audio
  • Plays: 747791
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aliveontuesday:

the-chubby-nerd:

Story time:
While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.
Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.
My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.
Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.
So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”
Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.
It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.
So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.
And he bursts out laughing.
Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.
I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.

Your manager is a piece of shit.

aliveontuesday:

the-chubby-nerd:

Story time:

While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.

Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.

My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.

Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.

So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”

Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.

It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.

So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.

And he bursts out laughing.

Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.

I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.

Your manager is a piece of shit.