Your gender identity is yours. You get to decide how to describe and understand yourself. Your gender expression is yours. You get to decide how to present yourself.
honestly if you dont think like, the tumblr feminist scene, with all the occasionalyl cheesy kawaii-aesthetic misandry art, hasn’t had an impact on anyone at all like
you dont remember what the average teen girl in a fandom was like before this. you don’t remember how we used to make hate-sites about female characters who “got in the way”, games where you could beat them up, how much we hate our gender and bragged about not being like other girls, used to completely reject everything girly. a lot of us just wanted to be one of the guys. there was a lot of internalised misogyny there
now you get these 15 year old girls loving other girls and loving themselves fiercely, even at the total cost of male approval and just. god. if like 14-year-old me could see this shit now.
and like if you dont think teen girls learning to love themselves and their body and each other isnt important than i do not know what to say to you
Salvete, Gaius Iuli'us Caesar sum et pilorum album quam nivem habeo et aureos, sed interdum virides lauros et imperium Romanum construxi et eius eram quasi primus Caesar (sic merui nomen meum) et multi indicant mihi me Marcus Crassus similem esse (si non scitis Marcus Crassus, vobis opus est pecunia). Brutus non est filius meus quod est bonum nam ET TU, MI FILI???!?. Iamia sum sed dentes albos et rectos habeo. Pallidam cutem habeo. Etiam, maga sum magicum ludum, nomine Pigverruca, visitans quod desinam (ego sum MMCXIV), veni, vidi, vici. Classicus sum (si vos id non suspexistis) et multas togas emptas in Basilica Iulia habeo. Ratio amo et bellum Gallicum gero. Veluti, hodie omnia Gallia occupata. Omnia Gallia? Certe! Non est vicus parvus inter Aquarium, Babaorum, Laudanum et Brevisbonum. Ambulabam foris Pigverruca. Ninxit et pluvit et Gallia divisa erat in partes tres, quod me fecit felix. Marcus Porcius Cato me observavit. Digitum medium illo monstravi.
Okay but consider this- Elizabeth Swann. She’s a pirate nerd from the beginning. She’s fascinated. And by the time the Black Pearl blasts Port Royal she knows enough to defend herself- first with the iron, then with the Code. That nerd studied pirate law enough to quote it.
And not just pirates. Presumably she’s been on a ship once- when she comes over from England. But nope no piracy wasn’t enough for this kid no she did some intense studying of sailing too because why not. So when they’re being chased down who’s coming up with all these nautical maneuvers? Elizabeth fucking Swann, sea nerd extraordinaire.
Fast forward and she’s not just a nerd anymore. And she isn’t a pirate, either. She’s the Pirate King, doing battle with Davy Jones and the entire British navy, with every Pirate Lord and their crews behind her. No more improvised weapons, no more parlay- she commands every black heart that ever set sail. And then her bae becomes ferryman for every soul lost at sea.
So then what? Everyone just goes back to what they were doing? And Elizabeth just goes home to make a quiet life for herself as a single mum? From studious sea nerd to Pirate King and now suddenly she’s happier at home, waiting for Will?
Give me an epilogue where Elizabeth has her father’s estate and enough gold to keep her comfortable for a lifetime, but instead travels the world, her son at her side. Adventuring and exploring, in and out of the law. Tell me she calls up Calypso for tea from time to time and they talk about uncharted lands and the price of sugar. Tell me in some ports she’s recognized as the daughter of Governor Swann and wined and dined. Tell me in some ports she’s recognized as the Pirate King and gets barrels rum on the house.
Tell me even honest sailors whisper stories of the mysterious and elusive Pirate King, who rarely strikes at all but then vanishes for years at a time.
Tell me Elizabeth spends time aboard the Flying Dutchman, so she can be with her husband, and her son can be with his father and grandfather. Imagine young William learns to sail on his father’s journeys to and from the land of the dead. And when he finally captains his own ship, he’s learned to be both a respectable gentleman and a good pirate.
Imagine Elizabeth spending her life on the sea, sometimes with Will and sometimes not, with a wind from Calypso always in her sails, adventuring enough for lifetimes as a part-time well bred lady, part-time Pirate King.
“I never thought about my future until now. I guess I never had very good timing.”
Okay Raleigh fucking Beckett. First off FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU for saying the most ROMANTIC thing I’ve EVER heard to the person you respect and admire SO MUCH I just sgslshksjsk. And in an ACTION MOVIE of all things. You hold this character on a pedestal for reasons that are 100% valid: she is your equal in combat and emotional connection. She is able to handle not only your mind, but the mind of your brother. She know your every thought. She knows your heart. And then you have the GALL to say (approximately) THOSE WORDS TO HER BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO CANCELLING THE APOCOLYPSE I JUST.
You are too much. Too damn much.
You know how in Agent Carter we saw the Red Room girls learning about American culture by watching and reciting along with Snow White?
Please consider: the Red Room, fifty or sixty years later, Natasha one of many girls obediently imitating It’s Patsy!
Idealized American Dream (and, let’s note, pointedly ginger-haired) Patsy on the screen, while tiny murderprincess Natasha Romanoff silently mouths the words, thinking I have to be able to become this while fervently desiring not to, while on the other side of the camera Trish Walker is doing almost the exact same thing.
aww man i’m having super cute domestic life hades/persephone and cerberus feels now tho
like hades, lord of the underworld, gets this three-headed terror dog and names him “spot”
hades spends forever personally training cerberus, which mostly involves (unsuccessfully) teaching cerberus not to chase shades around and eat the innocent deads’ bones
half of hades’ stuff is just constantly covered in dog spit because 3 times the heads means 3 times the slobber, and at this point he’s stopped caring (or really noticing) and has on more than one occasion handed somebody something completely soaked in cerberus drool
hades is super nervous about introducing persephone to cerberus for the first time because, as mentioned above, he’s a three-headed terror dog, but at this point persephone isn’t phased by anything and she just immediately goes to rub cerberus’s belly and hades wants to cry a little
cerberus goes absolutely bonkers when persephone comes back down to the underworld for the winter, because dogs are dogs and he really did think that she was never going to come back ever again and he missed her so, so much
on a related note, hades especially hates the first few days after persephone leaves, because cerberus barks and whines nonstop for her
cerberus, like the good dog he is, always fetches the mail for hades. by which i mean that, if hermes ever comes to give hades a message, cerberus tears through the underworld after him and eventually spits him out right at hades’s feet
if you ever feel left out just remember that you weren’t the fifth gryffindor guy in the marauders’ dormitory
I don’t know if the timeline works even a little bit but my headcanon was always that that fifth dude was Kingsley Shacklebolt and that he immediately made a conscious decision to stay the hell away from whatever those four idiots were up to and everyone was like “Yeah, good kid, studies hard, probably gonna be Minister one day if he manages to last his entire school career without committing four murders”.
you know this feeling when you watch any harry potter movie and hedwig’s theme begins to play or you read any of the books and you read the first sentence and you just get this harry potter feeling like you’re finally coming home and everything around you just melts away and you get lost in the most comforting way
Luke telling Han what happened when he was blinded by carbonite
luke:
and then jabba put leia in a bikini with a chain around her neck, but later she killed him, so...
han (excited):
really?
luke:
yeah.
han:
what did it look like?
luke:
erm, the bikini was red and gold and-
han:
no. when she killed jabba. what was it like?
luke:
she strangled him with the chain.
han:
how did her biceps look? i bet she was really flexed.
han:
*sighs* *stares off into the distance* i bet she got that really gorgeous look of murderous rage when she's about to do something heroic for democracy and freedom...
Some time ago, some neanderthal in a reblog informed me that hate speech was protected by the First Amendment so I couldn’t be upset about it, and I rolled my eyes and continued with my day. Watching Trump caterwaul about people protesting his rallies taking away his freedom of speech reminded me of it, so for fun, let’s talk about it.
The First Amendment to the United States Constitution reads: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”
Things this means:
- the government can’t arrest you for having and voicing an opinion that it doesn’t like.
- the government can’t arrest or exile you for having religious beliefs that it doesn’t like. (For example, I don’t know, someone wanting to deport all of the Muslims because they don’t know anything about Islam and are terrified of things they don’t understand)
- the government can’t make laws that promote any religion over any other religion. (For example, I don’t know, prioritizing Christianity in a country that was founded in part to escape religious persecution)
- the government can’t arrest you for being an asshole if that’s the only thing you’re doing wrong.
- the government can’t arrest you because individual police officers don’t like your tone of voice or the color of your skin.
- the government can’t arrest you for participating in a peaceful protest. So people showing up at a Trump rally with signs and chanting isn’t restricting his freedom of speech, it is their exercising their freedom to peaceably assemble. His supporters violently removing protesters from rallies or starting fights after his appearance is canceled, however, is assault and punishable by law.
Things this doesn’t mean:
- regular citizens have to tolerate you being an asshole. They can call you out, they can refuse to listen to you, they can disagree with you loudly. You still have the right to the freedom of speech because you’re not in jail. Other people have the same right to tell you you’re wrong.
- people in other countries have to respect it. The First Amendment only applies to the Constitution, which only applies to the United States. When you’re posting on the internet, you’re interacting with people all over the world. Different countries are bound by different laws.
- that the things you’re saying are right. You can’t be arrested for having opinions, but that doesn’t mean every opinion a person voices is a correct or even worthwhile opinion.
So the next time you get into an argument and your only defense for your statement is to cry “freedom of speech!” maybe take a moment to assess if your argument is actually worth defending.
I was gonna say we learned in criminal law that the first amendment specifically does NOT cover:
Obscenities
Libel & Slander
Fighting Words (a lot of hate speech can fall into this category)
Child pornography
Crimes involving speech
Threats and even more.
Its not a free ticket to spew hate and bigotry just because you think its your “god given” right. Your religious freedoms are not more important than everyone’s human rights, which include the right to marry, the right to property, the right to vote and live and work in a peaceful environment without fear of anyone choosing to put you down and take away your ability to be a contributing member of society. We the people gave you those rights. Earn them by being a competent grown individual or lose them to fear mongering and propaganda.
I get really confused when americans, when talking about universal health care are like ‘yeh but it’s not free sweaty :) :) you have to pay it through taxes :) so gotcha!!’
and I’m like ….???? That’s the whole point??? Everyone pays their fair share so that no one has to be turned away because they don’t have insurance??? And no one has to set up a Fundraiser page just so that they DONT DIE???? So people don’t put off going to the doctor because they’re scared of going bankrupt?? Because healthcare is a RIGHT and should be free at the point of access?!?
bruce wayne maintains a presence on all conspiracy theory boards with the screen name BruceWayneIsTheBatman and all his posts have titles like “BRUCE WAINE IS BAT-MAN INDISPUTABLE PROOF” and it’s just a picture of Bruce Wayne from the back next to a picture of Batman from behind and they both have the contours of their butt drawn on in a shitty MSPaint red line (note: Bruce is in a suit and Batman has a cape, neither of their butts are clearly discernible) and the quote “THE BUTTS MATCH!!! THE FACTS DON’T LIE!!!!!” and he makes at least three of these posts a day, and “Bruce Wayne is the Batman” becomes a meme a la “Ted Cruz is the Zodiac Killer” and he gets asked about it on a talk show and he laughs uproariously at the idea and Stephen Colbert just HAPPENS to have a batman mask under the desk and they do a bit together where Bruce Wayne puts on the mask and walks around saying things like “excuse me, bank robbers, can I perhaps offer you some money to stop you robbing this bank?” and “I say, cease and desist your criminal behavior or I’ll have my butler ask you to leave” and the audience is LOSING THEIR MINDS laughing at the idea of this pampered rich guy taking on the Joker on a bi-weekly basis and then anyone who suggests “Bruce Wayne is Batman” in earnest gets met with mocking “oh man do the butts match” comments
i drew this little friend and i dont know what he is but i love him
Don’t worry, friends. Little guy is ok.
he doesnt have arms to drink that tea that is a threat in disguise
goodbye small fucker
LEAVE HIM ALONE
I’m going to help train our friend, I won’t stand to see him take this abuse any longer
We’re taking it a bit slow because he’s still recovering, but his training is coming along nicely! You can do it, little guy!
looks like all that training is starting to pay off
I will resurrect many time with more strangth.
Revenge is sweet.
goodbye small fucker
I always love these because you get to see so many different art styles but holy fuck guys someone needs to get him a spikey hat or knights armour covered in razor blades
he has evolved, and now he has a knife taped onto him! go fight lil blue friend!
You can tell a lot from a person by what ending they reblog this with
Baby bird season is incoming and I’d like to remind everyone that birds do not have a significant sense of smell. Bird parents will not reject birdlets because you have handled them.
If you see smol birbs with few or no feathers on the ground, you can safely put them back into their nest, bird parents will still care for them.
If you see smol birbs with some or most feathers on the ground, please leave them there, as bird parents are probably nearby watching and feeding.
we joke about procrastination but nothing is worse than the nauseating feeling of having every intention of doing something but physically not being capable of doing it and then feeling like you want to throw up because the deadline is just getting closer and closer.
i really love our generation’s joke trend of like, very calm but incredibly inflated hyperbole. like nobody says “oh she’s pretty” anymore we say “i would willingly let her murder me” and everyone is just like “lol same”
i think “same” is also great and “me,” i love when somebody reblogs a picture of like, a lizard, and just says “me” and we all know exactly what they mean. the current online Humor Discourse is remarkable because we trade exclusively in metaphors and implications and nobody ever, ever says anything outright and yet EVERYBODY understands each other perfectly
This reminds me of the time when I was on vacation with my family and we were hiking, and after using a rest stop, the conversation turned to the grossness of outhouses and port-a-potties, and I said that if I ever got splashback from a port-a-potty, “my soul would depart my body.” My parents found that hilarious, and my dad commented that my generation can be so clever with words bc he would only think to say something like “It would be disgusting” which doesn’t convey the sentiment nearly as well as “my soul would depart my body.”
I freaking love Avatar the Last Airbender because there is a character for everyone. Have issues trying to live up to your parents expectations? Meet Prince Zuko. Feel like the world is expecting too much from you and you rely on your friendships to help? There’s a guy named Aang for that. Feel like you aren’t important or special enough but want to still contribute? Sokka is your man. Compassionate to a fault and tired of the world seeing femininity as bad? Go Katara! Beautiful and strong as heck and ready for a hot dude to make out with? Welcome to the life of Suki. Hate everyone because you know you’re the baddest person up in this club? You’re Toph and I’m scared of you.
And don’t even get me started on the sequel series.
“Indeed, despite programs designed to interest girls in STEM, GoldieBlox, and supermodels celebrating the virtues of coding, the fields are still overwhelmingly male and seem virtually resistant to change. Jahren, a geochemist and geobiologist, argues that the problem is hardly one of enthusiasm, but rather widespread sexual harassment in the fields that, unsurprisingly, goes unpunished.
The kind of sexual harassment Jahren describes is hardly that of a Mad Men episode: groping and outright dickishness are easier to label and condemn as sexual harassment (and it’s worth noting that STEM has a problem with that too).
Rather, it’s the kind that prioritizes men’s feelings, and their expression of them, over the simple act of treating a woman as a professional colleague. Jahren persuasively argues that the persistence of this kind of behavior—the constant demand from both male colleagues and academic advisors that their feelings be acknowledged and legitimized—is one of the reasons women leave STEM fields.
An email forwarded to Jahren by a former student asking her advice typifies the problem:
[The student] forwarded an email she had received from a senior colleague that opened, “Can I share something deeply personal with you?” Within the email, he detonates what he described as a “truth bomb”: “All I know is that from the first day I talked to you, there hadn’t been a single day or hour when you weren’t on my mind.” He tells her she is “incredibly attractive” and “adorably dorky.” He reminds her, in detail, of how he has helped her professionally: “I couldn’t believe the things I was compelled to do for you.” He describes being near her as “exhilarating and frustrating at the same time” and himself as “utterly unable to get a grip” as a result. He closes by assuring her, “That’s just the way things are and you’re gonna have to deal with me until one of us leaves.”
It’s hard to imagine that the sender of the email thought that it would earn him the romantic admiration of his female colleague, coupled as it is with a vague threat likely meant to convey the authentic intensity of his attraction. And yet, as Jahren writes, this behavior has “been encountered by every single woman I know.”
I have no concept of the pain scale, like…I just realized that last week I said I was in especially awful hip pain and when my pt asked to rate it I said “3”. And then this week I said I felt a lot better than last week and when she asked me to rate it I said “3”. I really don’t know what the numbers are supposed to be. I know it’s supposed to be out of ten but like. I think I rate the pain by what time of the day it is. Like “i will rate the pain I’m in at a 5 at the end of the day, so compared to what my pain level will be later, what I’m feeling right now is a 3.” I also think i rate in overall pain rather than specific pain? Like, systemically I’m at a five. Some parts will be worse or better but i just rate it all at five because that’s the average
That and the Mankoski pain scale are what I go by! Two important things to note though: make sure your doctors know what scale you’re going by because we, especially women, have to play these mind games to get taken seriously- don’t just say “7″ because they might assume you’re being dramatic, say “7- as in my pain is impossible to ignore and severely restricting activities.” And secondly I don’t know about all hospitals, but at the hospital where I had my surgery my nurse told me to never underrate my pain because their protocol doesn’t have “use your own judgement’ if a patient is requesting more meds, but if you tell them your pain is an 8 or above they’re allowed to put in request for more meds with that as the reason.
Wingardium Leviosa Potter, you were named so that every time a teacher yells at you they’re going to make stuff fly around the room. Your mother wanted to call you Fred, but I thought this would be more true to his memory.
I wanted to take a minute to give a shout out to @words-writ-in-starlight, one of the most amazing people that i know. Today is her 19th birthday and I hope it was everything she could have hoped it would be.
To those who don’t know her: Go check out her blog. Not only does she have excellent taste in books and movies, she also has the best sense of humor and goes on the most informative, accurate and useful tangents and rants. If that isn’t a great sales pitch, I don’t know what is.
To those who already know her: You know what I’m talking about here. If you think she is as awesome as I think she is, maybe go let her know or wish her a happy birthday.
In an effort to take up less space on people’s dashes, I’m going to put my sappiness below the read more.
Oooooh nooooo, my platonic wife is too good to me, everyone look at how good my platonic wife is to me, she’s the best ever. She listens to me yell about people and rant about my writing and about medicine and about religion and when we have bad days we lie on the floor together in our bras and stare at the ceiling and talk about deep stuff until terrible hours of the night. That post I made about good things, she’s a good thing. She’s the BEST thing.