also fun fact abt me: when i was 12 i used to call this host on this music segment and the only song i ordered was lady marmalade and i used to call every time the show was on and eventually after a month they apparently saved my number or something idk so when i called he was like ”hey daniel! we’re already on it” and i was such a happy small gay child
another fun fact: those calls costed my mum so much that she grounded me for 2 weeks without access to any technology
Also I don’t see enough white feminists giving credit to Nicki Minaj beyond the interview of her doing her eyeliner. Did you guys forget that she recognized and IDed as cisgender, and recognized that vagina does not equal womanhood, when she called herself a “woman with vagina.” And that asshole talk show host laughed and said “as opposed to a women without one?” and she gave him a the meanest look and said “yes.” We need to gif that.
Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defence. For every other crime, we call that a confession.
I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.
I literally put my coffee down, stared at the screen and said “Holy shit…”
i don’t care if it’s a only a joke, please don’t make comments about how someone’s choice of field of study isn’t going to take them anywhere because it can be a great source of stress and your joke won’t help.
The thing about reading fanfic (and original slash fic) is that you get used to that particular writing/reading culture after a while. You get used to the frank discussions of sexuality and kink, the close attention to diversity and social justice issues in the text, the unrestrained creativity when it comes to plot. The most amazing, creative, engaging stories I’ve ever read have almost all been fanfiction, and I think part of that is because there’s no limitations placed on the authors. They’re writing purely out of joy and love for the world and its characters, with no concerns about selling the finished product. The only limit is their imagination.
Next to that, most mainstream fiction starts tasting like Wonder Bread, you know?
I suddenly have an image in my head where Skye has just run away from the team and hides inside an old building and she can’t control her powers so there’s an earthquake again and everything starts falling and suddenly she sees Ward running towards her and she’s so terrified that she screams “WARD!” but the ground starts collapsing under his feet and right before he’s about to fall, she grabs his hand and saves his life
actually, it’s been psychologically proven that bronze winners are happier than silver winners! silver winners see themselves as being “so close” to gold, while bronze winners are just happy they won a medal. so any silver medalist isn’t as happy as a bronze medalist!
i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability. think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.
as a casino employee I can confirm this would be terrifying as fuck
Yo, you know this is a huge part of the Scarlet Witch’s powers, yeah? It’s called probability manipulation (duh) and it’s fucking kickass.
WHEN THE WRITERS OF “DOCTOR WHO” FOUND OUT THAT DAVID TENNANT HAD TROUBLE SAYING WORDS ENDING WITH -OON WITHOUT REVERTING BACK TO HIS NATURAL SCOTTISH ACCENT, THEY WROTE AN ENTIRE EPISODE AND INVENTED A NEW TYPE OF ALIEN JUST SO THEY COULD MAKE HIM SAY “A JUDOON PLATOON UPON THE MOON.”
my feminist rage literally fuels me I was struggling to open a new pickle jar and my dad said “give it to me I’m a man” and I looked him dead in the eye and suddenly opened the jar without a problem I’m like the feminist hulk
The brain is an organ. Mental illnesses are illnesses of that organ. Brain scans show that there is a physical difference between a healthy brain and a sick brain. Telling someone “You’re not really sick. It’s all in your head.” is like telling someone with asthma “It’s not real, it’s all in your lungs.” The brain is an organ that can malfunction as much as any other organ.
No one here seems interested in the grimy parts of mental health. Everyone wants to talk about mental illness as quiet introverts drinking tea and nervously stuttering over words. No one ever talks about symptoms like paranoia or hallucinations or hypersexuality…
my cat civilization has been going for 27 years now. we have developed writing and have friendly trade relations with a caravan of lizards. i’m told you can achieve space travel at some point. it’s amazing.
the best part about pacific rim is that for the rest of human history there’s just gonna be that section of time known as “those few years we had to use giant robots to beat giant interdimensional lizards”
“what’s worse? getting kicked in the balls or childbirth? i guess no one will ever know haha”
as a cis male i feel like i should say getting a kick in my baloney pony would not hurt as much as having my VAGINA STRETCHED OPEN AND FORCING A TINY HUMAN THROUGH IT WHY IS THIS EVEN AN ARGUMENT HAVE YOU SEEN A PERSON IN CHILDBIRTH YOU CHICKEN FRIED FUCK
