We all need someone to look up to
I just read a post where a person innocently asked:
"I hope this isn’t a dumb question… but is it okay for me, as a cishet female, to refer to myself as ‘femme’?"
The answer was:
"First of all, the word ‘dumb’ is a HORRIBLE,…
Holy shit Grey Delisle shut the fuck up
My dad’s mum died over 30 years ago, and sometimes we make ‘your mum is dead jokes’.
So my dad was talking about how awful it’s going to be when all the snow finally melts, and he said, ‘it’s going to be so muddy and gross’. And I said, ‘you know what else is muddy and gross? Your mum!’
And he was like ‘you know why? Because she’s dead!’ And we both laughed.
… Sometimes I wonder about our humour.
turn down for what
"you can’t be asexual humans have an instinctual need to mate"
"lol r u plant do u reproduce by budding?"
"you just haven’t found the right person"
"have you seen a doctor?"
"you’re just trapped in the closet"
"cool. wanna get pizza?"
I SCREAMED IM SO HAPPY
There is a strange emptiness to life without myths.
I am African American — by which I mean, a descendant of slaves, rather than a descendant of immigrants who came here willingly and with lives more or less intact. My ancestors were the unwilling, unintact ones: children torn from parents, parents torn from elders, people torn from roots, stories torn from language. Past a certain point, my family’s history just… stops. As if there was nothing there.
I could do what others have done, and attempt to reconstruct this lost past. I could research genealogy and genetics, search for the traces of myself in moldering old sale documents and scanned images on microfiche. I could also do what members of other cultures lacking myths have done: steal. A little BS about Atlantis here, some appropriation of other cultures’ intellectual property there, and bam! Instant historically-justified superiority. Worked great for the Nazis, new and old. Even today, white people in my neck of the woods call themselves “Caucasian”, most of them little realizing that the term and its history are as constructed as anything sold in the fantasy section of a bookstore.
These are proven strategies, but I have no interest in them. They’ll tell me where I came from, but not what I really want to know: where I’m going. To figure that out, I make shit up." —
A tiny, happy, two-day-old lamb from my friend’s farm!
Smaug the Stupendously Big Whiny Baby
wow i’m a teenager trying to figure out this horrifying dystopian world with minimal resources and constant terror while frequently fighting just to stay alive you know what i really have time for
a love triangle
What if TOS had 900% more central female characters?
(Since I don’t want to stretch your dashboards any more than I have already, I’ve written some thoughts about the characters and the process that went into making the graphics under the cut.)
you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers
I don’t know, but I like him.
this photoset looks like Jim and Spock are having a stare-off and Spock is about to win so Bones jumps in at the last second for extra firepower