Folks, Friends, Yall. Esk*mo Is A Slur. I Understand A Lot Of People Dont Know That, I Dont Want To Be

Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

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Me at twelve.

The Curse of The Mismatched Socks

This is a short silly story based on a joke made by my best friend many years ago...

Once upon a time, in a small town, in the middle of Nowhere, there lived a large family in their adequately sized house. Despite having a surplus of children, they managed to live in harmony.

One day, in the basement, the two oldest children, myself and my younger sister, Mary Lou, were folding the laundry. A perfectly normal task for the average child. Unfortunately, today there were... complications. Let me explain.

We had just finished the first basket when my third sister, Gemma, came down the stairs wearing a pair of mismatched socks. Mary Lou was focused on a shirt she was folding at the moment, so I was the only one to see.

"Uhhh, you might wanna take those off." I commented. Gemma shot me a look.

"Why?" She asked.

Mary Lou, hearing us converse, took one look at Gemma's feet and screamed.

"WHY ARE YOU WEARING THOSE?! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S BAD LUCK TO WEAR MISMATCHED SOCKS?!"

Gemma and I winced in pain at her volume. Gemma was the first to reply.

"Calm down, sis! They're just socks." She rolled her eyes.

"No good will come of this." Mary Lou declared. "We are cursed."

Gemma and I shot each other a look before we all continued folding the laundry.

About half an hour later, we were finished (large families have a lot of laundry). I stood up, cracking my neck with a sigh.

"Finally," I smirked. "Hey, I'm going to my room to relax. If anybody needs me, I'm not available." Just as I was about to leave, our mother's voice boomed down the stairs.

"KIDS, WHY HAVEN'T YOU DONE THE LAUNDRY?"

"But we have! We just finished!" I called back.

"HA! TELL THAT TO THE MT. EVEREST PILE OF TOWELS IN THE BASKET!" She replied.

Gemma and I exchanged quizzical looks while Mary Lou just smiled. "I told you we were cursed." She said.

"Nah, you probably just missed some!" Gemma laughed nervously.

"Whatever, let's just finish this so I can get back to reading." I snapped my fingers to urge them to move faster.

"You'll see, just you wait..." Mary Lou muttered ominously.

An hour later, the towels were washed, dried, and folded. We thought we were done, but then I tried to open the door and was immediately swept away by an avalanche of laundry.

"What?! Where did this come from?!" Gemma asked.

"I told you. We're cursed." Mary Lou sighed.

We were stuck down there all day, sorting, washing, drying, folding, and putting away laundry. All because of a terrible fashion choice.

The End

(There's an extended ending, but it's not necessary to the story.)

Hi i was wondering can u give some good recommendations for classical literature. I want to start reading classics

Here's a few that introduced me to the classics:

Emma, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, North and South, and Little Women

If you want to start with smaller and/or comparatively easier ones, then:

Little Women, Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, Animal Farm, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Hope that helps! Happy reading 💗

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