A 5 Headcanons request from @littlestartopaz. “Okay, let’s see…. New Star Trek world, where old Kirk came
through with old Spock.”
Oh
my God I love it, it would be a mess, we’re gonna do double headcanons for it,
I love these guys. We’re gonna need a
read-more on this sucker, and I swear to God that this is only ten headcanons, but it got so out of hand.
Through methods
unknown but probably involving the Nexus, ex-Admiral James T. Kirk got snatched
off the bridge of the Enterprise just
before the collapse that would have killed him, and between one blink and
another he’s on a sleek silver-and-white ship with an elderly Vulcan at the
controls, bursting out of…what, a black hole?
Maybe he’s dead after all, because what
the fuck.
“Who the hell
are you?” Kirk blurts before he can think it through, and the Vulcan spins
around like…well, like a human,
startled and alarmed.
“Jim?” the Vulcan demands after a long
pause, and that look of unsuccessfully repressed shock is familiar.
“Spock?” Kirk half-shouts. And then they’re being sucked into a giant tentacled
ship and it’s suddenly very hard to figure out what’s going on, what with the
swarms of Romulans and everything.
The fact that planned parenthood buildings literally have special rooms for the employees and patients to go to when a mass shooter comes into the building really does shed light on the hypocrisy of the ‘Pro life’ movement.
Let me tell everyone the story of the one and only time I went to a planned parenthood clinic. There’s really only a few things a man goes into a PP by himself to do. I was there for an STI screening, better safe than sorry right? But from the moment I walked in things seemed weird to me. I’m terrible at picking up on social clues but everyone seemed tense. The woman at the front desk, the woman waiting for her apointment, the nurse who led me into the back for blood samples. Everyone seemed on edge. At first I thought it was me being paranoid, that no, nobody was judging me for getting tested, it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
I followed the nurse into the back. She told me to wait outside a small supply nook while she got what she needed, so I stood there, feeling tense. Then she dropped her clipboard and I, being stupid and dense but ultimately inclined to try and be helpful, stepped forward into the nook to pick it up for her.
She froze, and told me in a steady voice like she was trying to fight back fear that I needed to stay outside the room. I saw her face and and I won’t ever forget the little flicker of fear in her eyes.
Look, I’m a big guy. Almost six four and not hugely muscular or anything but big enough to be intimidating. I’ve learned that people, particularly women, particularly women alone in enclosed spaces with me, get anxious. I’ve learned to make myself as non-threatening as possible, to relax my posture or lean against something away from them. To keep my hands open and visible, to smile but to leave them alone and never make a move that could be interpreted as trying to cut off, say, the exit doors of the elevator or something similar. I’m not perfect at it but I try not to scare people. (And isn’t it a sad fucking commentary on the behavior of so many men that women are afraid enough of me that I need to do this?)
Anyway, I immediately stopped, stepped back, put my hands up in front of me and apologized. It wasn’t until later, when I had already left, elbow bandaged and gauzed, that I realized her fear was more than just the oh-so-common fear women have learned. She thought, maybe for a second, maybe for longer, that I was there to hurt her, and her co-workers. Maybe that I had a gun, or a bomb, or something, I don’t know.
But for a split second, that woman thought that maybe this would be the day someone came in to her place of work and destroyed her life, and the lives of people she cares about.
That split second of fear is the reason I will never support any organization like “operation rescue” or any of the others that claim through false, lying smiles to be “pro life”. Because that’s what they’re all about. Making people: doctors, nurses, receptionists, bystanders, feel fear in the service of their twisted moral crusade.
This is so important
The other point is that even though they feared for their health and safety, they treated this man. They did ask him to leave because he might do something. They treated him and probably saved some stress and pain in his life regardless of what they feared. They allowed him to get the health care he needed even though they were afraid.
How many women have been prevented from getting health care because someone else was afraid that instead of getting her yeast infection cleared up, she was getting an abortion?
Not a peep is spoken about this shit in the gun control debate.
So because I am evil and curious, what would Vader and Amidala do if they found out Obi-Wan was still alive (and doing his best to just sink into the background of the universe). Would they leave him be or hunt him down?
… relevant to that “she would sooner get a second HUSBAND” ask from earlier, probably. :X Vader’s instantly like “he is a traitor and a liar and I must re-murder him” and Padmé is instantly backed into a corner with no warning all like “WELL WHAT IF WE DIDN’T, THO??” and desperately grasping for LITERALLY ANY EXCUSE–
“You love him that much?” Vader asks, looking hurt. Or furious. Or both. Probably both, oh Force, this isn’t going to end well for Obi-Wan at ALL.
“He loved YOU that much,” Padmé says in a flash of terrible, reckless inspiration. SHE WILL TAKE ANY EXCUSE, AT THIS POINT. “Don’t you want to know how much more he’ll love you now, without the Council in the way?”
oooh I'd love to hear some headcanons about your avatar au!!
HOW COINCIDENTAL, BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT MY AVATAR AU. For anyone who isn’t aware, these are for my Les Mis Avatar AU, things we lost in the fire, in which Grantaire is the Avatar and the Fire Nation is…well, the Fire Nation.
Joly and Bousset’s departure from the North Pole was, um…dramatic? There was a bit of a storm, which ended with a non-bender getting part of an ice structure dropped on him, and of course Joly is Joly and he healed him without thinking twice. Having been outed as a man learning healing in secret, he was given the option to turn his (not inconsiderable) talents to a more acceptable method or leave. He took the second option after Bousset settled down to a really good tirade and spent an hour haranguing the elders.
Gavroche had a group of kids in this universe too, for a little while, street rats he took care of and taught to steal and tried to get set up with enough money to be well-fed and not street rats anymore. Eponine and her brutal efficiency helped with that, once she found him again–they robbed a passing Fire Nation noble and took every scrap of gold and jewelry on him, and there was a sudden increase in the average age of the homeless in their town. They make a habit of it, and keep it under Thenardier’s radar. For a while.
Cosette’s ship is called the Rose, and no, I’m not telling you who she is, it’s a surprise. But her ship is called the Rose, and if you know the book well enough to get the reference it’ll tell you something about what kind of ship it is.
There have been three Avatars since the start of the war, since Avatar Roku died at the hands of the old Fire Lord (not that Grantaire is aware of this detail).
Roku’s immediate successor was a young monk from the Southern Air Temple, a birdlike and intelligent boy with a tight bond to his companion, a flying bison. He was told that he was the Avatar at eleven, and when the elders of the Temple suggested that they remove him from the care of his mentor, he fled into a storm.
In another universe, the Avatar state saved him, and he woke up a hundred years in the future. In this one, he drowned. It’s a tragedy, one the Air Nomads linger over, but they survive to linger. In the other universe, they do not.
The Avatar after the child who drowned was a waterbender from the South Pole. They didn’t tell her nearly so young–they had learned from the death of the Air Nomad Avatar. But they didn’t tell her nearly young enough, either, and when the Fire Navy struck, she died, sixteen and scared and fighting for her family.
In another universe, she brought back the Air Nomads. In this one, it’s not necessary. That’s almost like a victory, isn’t it?
Grantaire hasn’t spoken to any of his past lives in almost a decade, except for the occasional desperate draw on their power and skill. It’s bad enough to be a disappointment to an entire world of living people, okay, he doesn’t need to face down Roku and Kyoshi and the line of glowing eyes.
Every once in a while he wishes he could talk to them, get some advice, maybe a reassurance that he hasn’t completely fucked up, but he can’t face the possibility that they would say he has.
The Spirit World is a tense place these days, Avatar incarnations milling about and waiting for their newest member to let them through. Roku is drowning in the knowledge that he died and left this mess behind, and there are more than a few Avatars (including the Air Nomad) who just want to give Grantaire a damn hug.
Bonus sixth headcanon: Bahorel is a very bad Air Nomad and a very good airbender. It’s the pacifism thing that he can’t get past, he believes in fighting for what he believes. You may draw your conclusions accordingly.
one thing I find hilarious is when Shakespeare quotes are used out of context
like, people are always saying “some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them” as if it’s all deep and meaningful when actually it comes from a prank letter in Twelfth Night
and “This above all: to thine own self be true” comes from Polonius in Hamlet wherein the joke is that he’s an old pompous dude giving a long and rambling speech full of contradictory pointless advice to his son
“Brevity is the soul of wit” is another joke, because again, it’s made by Polonius who will just not shut up
it’s “we are such stuff as dreams are made on” not “of “, as in, “such stuff as dreams are built on”
“wherefore art thou, Romeo” doesn’t mean “where are you, Romeo” it means “why the fuck are you called Romeo, shit, I wanted to bang you but I can’t because you’re a goddamn Montague”
all these lines have acquired a kind of dignity in text that they never had in performance or are constantly misinterpreted
It’s not necessarily bad but it is kind of funny, sometimes.
I recently learned that if you sell your ebook through Barnes & Noble and sell over 1,000 copies over a 1 year period, they’ll automatically consider your book to be sold in stores and if you sell over 500 copies they’ll automatically consider you for a signing/in store book talk. I don’t know how realistic these numbers are for all of you, but it’s definitely something worth keeping in mind.
@words-writ-in-starlight I KNOW RIGHT, god, that was the best thing I ever saw this year, right up there with Ghostbusters and an entire page full of cats. ngl Trek was my gateway into science fiction in general, I think, and I loved that this one was so clearly borne out of LOVE, love for humanity’s hope to reach for the stars and push beyond the frontier and then push some more.
I’m going to cry I have so many feelings.
I am just so glad I’m not the only person who’s like EMBARRASSINGLY weepy over how amazing that movie was. Guys, guys, trust me, you want to see this movie. Whether you’re a casual space adventure fan or a devoted Star Trek lover, you want to see this movie. It’s just so much fun and so gloriously in love with itself and its universe and its characters, it’s up there as my favorite movie ever.
also guys i think it’s time to start spelling ‘small’ right again,, it’s been long enough
see the thing is, at this point, smol isn’t even a “mispelling” of small anymore; it has its own connotations. while small is a regular adjective, smol acts more like a diminutive marker, which English has been lacking
in essence, a smol dog will always be a small dog, but not all small dogs are smol.
It can go all the way down to the county level, which is kinda crazy.
31,493 people have my surname.
And I will fight them all*
so im not at all surprised that Yi is the 118th most common last name and there are more than 4 million people that share it…. tbh its really nice and i feel very connected right now
166,859, there are a lot of us.
1,236 of us worldwide. Small family.
153 people. Which is probably why no one can pronounce it.
Nearly 7,000 people in the world have my last name, the largest portion of them in Germany, which is not any kind of surprise whatsoever.
50 people with my married surname, and I bet they’re close enough relations that we could fairly easily get in touch with them all.
lmao I beat you all: 305, 217 share my surname
But there shall only be one victor. ME!
99 people and I’m probably related to most of them.
2,762 people share mine 😀
77,921 lol. Just a few of us then…
9,851. There’s actually a website out there dedicated to the family that shares my surname which is hilarious.
2310…not the most common in the world lol
152766, not surprising it occures the most in the US, there is a town in Pensylvania named after my (distant) family. And a boyscout camp in New Hampsire I think.
2,358,308
…now riddle me this, how is it that people still misspell a five-letter last name that’s THAT common?
“According to Pegg, director Justin Lin re-edited the final scene (spoiler alert) to add in a subtle tribute. “Justin went back and edited the final moment so that when Kirk says, ‘To absent friends,’ it cuts to Anton, which is really moving,” Pegg said in an interview with The Daily Beast.”—bustle.com (via maxwrite)
Fun experiment: you’ve stumbled across two billion dollars. Whatever you do with that money is up to you, but imagine you spend fifty thousand dollars per day, and you live to be a hundred years old.
You’re left with 175 million dollars.
PSA to billionaires and even millionaires: you can fucking afford to be generous. Do it for PR; do it because why not. But you can afford to be generous and help people in need and still live lavish goddam lifestyles. You’re racking up the score at this point and it needs to stop.
i don’t understand people who complain about “sj bullshit”/“political correctness gone wild” in comics?
you’re literally reading a bunch of stories about heroes who fight for the greater good of all humankind? you are reading about literal Warriors for Justice. like, complaining when wonder woman gives a speech about treating women with respect? that’s the point of her character. that’s who she is. the punching is second to the respecting women bit.
how in the hell can you go around saying “yeah, i want my violent bloody fights for justice, with a little less, you know, justice?” you want to see superman punch a nazi in the face, but you don’t want superman to be doing it to protect a jewish character because that would be ‘too preachy’?
how do you not feel like a batman villain when you complain about too much justice motivating the violence. how do you not realize you sound like the joker when you say “i want more graphic, bloody violence, but can you put less justice, compassion, and kindness in the reasoning for it?”
what exactly is that show with "Eliot"? I know him as Jacob Stone from Librarians, but all of a sudden I'm seeing this show on the librarians blog and other places but I have nO IDEA WHAT IT IS
Oh hon let me tell you a thing
It’s called leverage and it will change your life.
If you’ve seen the show Hustle it’s kind of like that but better. Which is saying something because Hustle is really good.
The premise:
A con artist, a hacker, a hitter, and a theif turn from a life of pure crime, to a life of crime for a good purpose, led by a former insurance investigator.
They target the rich and powerful that are picking on the little guy, and basically set them up due to their own greed and selfishness.
Then stand there and watch while the mark implodes on itself
The team:
Former insurance investigator, turned Mastermind and crime dad.
Is much smarter than he looks. Somhow manages to herd cats (aka his crime children) and get the job done, despite being a human dissaster.
Con artist, art theif, and crime mom.
Is the most incredible acress to grace this earth, when she’s not actually trying to act.
seriously don’t let her act on stage.
genius hacker, fountain of snark
giant adorable nerd.
Also pretty much the best dressed on the show which was refreshing, because as the huge computer nerd, that’s usually the stereotypical role of social outcast loner. Hardison has the best style and the best actual inter-personal skills and empathy of anyone on the show. Sophie can manipulate people, but hardison actually understands people. And cares about them. Biggest heart. Ray of sunshine.
parker my homegirl. Best thief in the world.
socially awkward and you never quite know what she’s going to do next. It could be eat cereal. It could be blowing up the building.
My dear eliot. The “muscle.” But also…the secret brain.
he’s much, much smarter than he looks. And everyone, including his team at times, underestimates him.
that’s code for “i love you”.
Bottom line:
Every.Single.Character has an incredible, organic character arc. And make progress that you could never see coming in season 1.
It will make you laugh. It will make you cry. A lot.
Watch it.
Stress that there is “only” five seasons, even though it finishes perfectly and wraps up better than almost any other series i’ve ever watched.
i am having a significant amount of trouble finding enough information on men’s wigs/hair care in the 18th century. a lot of the same information keeps getting repeated. here’s what i want to know:
did hamilton wear a wig or powder his hair? at the very least it doesn’t look like he’s wearing one in the ezra ames portrait, but that would’ve been when wigs had pretty much gone out of style. i mean, after studying a bunch of portraits i’m under the impression that it’s his natural (fairly curly) hair, but i really don’t know.
if someone powdered their hair, how often did they do so and how often did they remove the powder? i know it was messy and greasy, it seems difficult to sleep in.
if a man wore a wig, did he always shave his real hair?
did men sleep with their hair in a queue? did they use some kind of hair net to keep their pillows clean?
honestly, if you know the answer to any of these questions (or if you just have some thoughts to add) hmu. i swear there’s a reason i’m asking, though it’s not a very good reason.
Hamilton powdered his hair. His son James remembered that his father had basically a daily hairdresser who powdered, pomatumed, combed, platted, and clubbed his hair back in a queue. That kind of hair styling had the potential to take a couple of hours. It was generally believed at this time that the hair powder is what kept the hair clean.
I can’t find info on how often they removed the powder, but to keep their pillows clean when their hair was powdered, they wore night caps,
*cracks knuckles* Finally, my time has come! *uses interest in 18th Century fashion and grooming for good and not for evil*
A typical hair care and styling regimen for women, and fashionable men who did not wear wigs, in the 18th century was:
1. Take down your hairdo at the end of the day, massage a small amount of pomatum, a mixture of mutton fat, lard, and aromatic oils such as clove and lemon, into the hair and scalp, add powder, and brush vigorously for quite some time. The effect is similar to contemporary dry shampoos. Although very rarely, if ever, washed with water and soap, this routine effectively cleans the hair and scalp without stripping natural oils and leaving it full of texture and body and enough oils to make styling easier– squeaky clean, freshly shampooed hair is notoriously hard to style, especially in elaborate updos and curls. Men and women alike wore nightcaps to protect their bedding from any powder or pomatum that might be left and probably also to help prevent long hair from getting too messed up. Unlike women, men might not undo their hair every night, and would wear hairnets to help preserve their style overnight.
2. In the morning, more powder was added before brushing. Powder was made of finely ground starch, bones, and clay, along with aromatic powders such as orris root. Women who wished to achieve towering ‘dos rolled sections of their hair over fluffy pads and added curls with curling irons. Men usually did not have the towering hairdos, but definitely would have added curls with a curling iron, if they had the luxury of a hairdresser (I read that Hamilton had a hairdresser come to his house every day, so he may have added curls sometimes). If a lighter white color was desired, the hairdresser would apply more powder to the finished style with a large puff while their client covered their face with a cone-shaped piece of paper so it didn’t also get powdered.
3. Wigs. Contrary to popular belief, women achieved many of their towering hairstyles without wigs. Most women wore their own, natural hair with, perhaps, extensions to bulk it out a bit if necessary. However, most of the popular, everyday styles could be achieved simply with waist-length hair, pads, and curls. Men, on the other hand, routinely wore wigs. Covering baldness was a big part of wigs’ popularity among men, but also, the time involved in styling hair may have interfered with men who had business, politics, and other important matters to attend to. Wigs could be sent off to a professional for regular maintenance and simply plopped on the head in the morning, like a hat. Men who wore wigs usually kept their natural hair cut very short, or even shaved, as in this picture from Hogarth’s “A Rake’s Progress”, where the main character has let his wig fall to the floor:
And this handsome gentleman, lounging at home in informal leisure wear– a banyan and nightcap:
Because wigs were expensive, they marked social class, with the most elaborate styles that required the most upkeep for the wealthy and the fops, and simpler styles that varied according to occupation and income.
By the late 1700s, however, wigs were already on their way out. Men of all social classes preferred styles that were fairly simple, and by the 1780s, natural, lightly powdered hair was preferred. In most of the portraits of the Founding Fathers and others who fought in the American Revolution, for example, you see that they are wearing their natural hair, not wigs.
Hamilton, ca. 1780– this is his own hair (I’m assuming, because the hairline is consistent with other portraits and he was probably too poor to even own a wig at this point), but it has been styled to look very much like the popular wig styles of the 1770s-early 80s: brushed back from the forehead, rolled over a pad or simply bulked up with enough pomatum and powder to make a nice roll near the ears, and tied in either a queue or bag in the back:
Which is, incidentally, how George Washington wore his hair, and since Hamilton was his Aide de Camp at the time this portrait was painted, it’s not surprising he wears the same style as his commander.
By 1800, he was wearing his hair like this:
It looks to me like the sides have been curled or rolled vertically to frame his face, while the back is combed flat and tied in a low queue.
This is another view of the same general style. You see the lightly powdered hair brushed up and fluffed a bit with the help of pomatum and powder for volume and hold over his head and around his face. You can see that by the late 1700s-early 1800s, men’s hair was fairly natural-looking, and required a minimal amount of styling and maintenance.
In England, in the 1790s only older men and women being presented at court wore wigs, and in 1795, the British government levied a tax on hair powder that basically ended powdered hair and fashions that relied upon it. However, powdered hair was already mostly over in the US, France and with political progressives in England because of the revolutions: elaborate, powdered hairstyles were associated with aristocracy.
things that still freak me out: those sinks americans have in their kitchens that you can destroy stuff with
Honestly this post has been on my mind all day. Those weird destructosinks for people with too much money are apparently common in America. And Americans get defensive over them.
Well don’t come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink.
hOLY SHIT WHAT IF U TRY AND CLEAN THE PLUG AND TURN IT ON IM SO SCARED
Okay it took me for-fucking-ever to figure out wtf you guys are talking about are you talking about garbage disposals? Like down the drain??
with the spinny knives
No knives, just a dull piece of spinny metal.
you realise it takes the same amount of force to cut thru a carrot as a finger
i dont know what you do over there but we usually don’t stick our hands in our sink drains
who’s going around fisting sinks anyway
“don’t come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink”
is that person saying they fuck kitchen sinks? is that what I just read? they put their dick in the sink’s drain and they fuck it?
dont sinkshame
Child. Wean means child.
Okay, so you put your CHILD in a sink and stuff them down the drain? That’s… that’s definitely worse.
This post is an experiance.
Wait, other developed countries don’t have garbage disposals??? The only time I didn’t have a garbage disposal was in a crappy cheap apartment in college. Scraping food off plates into the trash, then the trash smells… ughhh.
I will reblog every garbage disposal post to cross my dash because the culture clash is hilarious
Putting your hand in there to get something out that can’t go down the sink is a Final Destination moment every time and it’s fucking horrifying.
Can Planned Parenthood provide hormones to transgender people? And if so, what are the costs?
Why yes, yes we do. There are an increasing number of Planned Parenthood health centers that offer hormone replacement therapy (HRT) for trans clients. (Cost will vary depending on your insurance and Planned Parenthood health center policies.) Currently, the Planned Parenthood health centers that offer hormone treatment for trans folks are:
IMPORTANT NOTE: OBTAINING HRT THROUGH PLANNED PARENTHOOD DOES NOT REQUIRE ANY SORT OF PSYCH DIAGNOSIS OR SEEING A SEPERATE ENDOCRINOLOGIST. IF YOU LIVE IN THESE PLACES AND WANT HRT, PLEASE SAVE YOURSELF A FEW THOUSAND DOLLARS
Look at me. Look me in the eye. On November the 8th, 2016, one of two things will happen: Hillary Clinton will become president, or Donald Trump will become president. These are the only two possibilities. The superdelegates aren’t going to switch. An indictment isn’t coming. There is no third possibility. There is no space between the spaces where you can hide. Every vote for Donald Trump requires two Hilary Clinton votes to overcome. A Hillary Clinton vote can only be overcome by two Donald Trump votes. If you stay home, a Donald Trump vote doubles its power. This is the real, actual reality of the situation. There is not one other option.
And there’s no ctrl-alt-del for the election. Read up on 2000 if you doubt this.
And to those of us who supported Bernie, he WANTS you to vote for Hillary. If you believe in him and his mission you will follow his advice. He knows that writing his name in, or voting for anyone else besides Clinton, is effectively voting for Trump.
Refusing to vote for Hillary is a vote for Trump, no matter how much you scream and say how it’s not. And if you’re standing by to do nothing in regards to taking down Trump, then you ARE grouped along with the rest of the people in this country that ruin things for everybody else.
No, seriously, go read about the presidential election in 2000.
If you weren’t old enough to remember and/or understand the ramifications of the 2000 election, I WILL TELL YOU.
Do not let Trump win. Please. I beg you. I went to grad school with people who voted for Nader in 2000 and my FB feed is full of them begging others not to make the same mistake they did. Bernie has his priorities straight, and the priority is stopping Trump.
And if that doesn’t do it for you, this is the Republican platform 2016. It calls for:
Conversion therapy for queer kids.Let me repeat that. CONVERSION THERAPY FOR QUEER KIDS. Some members of the RNC even wanted to endorse it more explicitly than they did.
If you vote for Trump, these are some of the planks of the platform you’re voting for.
I don’t like adding politics to my blog - tumblr is my happy place and I come here to get away from crap like that - but the political climate this year has honestly scared the hell out of me. I cannot stress the point of this post enough - we cannot let that power-hungry orange fungus in a suit win.
One thing I hate is how therapists explain coping skills as if you’ve never heard of them before. Believe you me, every mentally ill person on planet earth has been told to take deep breaths and tense and relax their muscles
“now i want you to try something new……. it’s called *breathing* when you are feeling stressed”
I just left my husband alone with our two children for sixteen days. I was not worried about anything regarding the house, their food, or their wellbeing. I put all the appointments in the family calendar and my husband checked it and kept them. I literally did not worry about them. I missed them, and I was sad that they missed me, but I didn’t worry about them AT ALL. I need to impress upon you all that I missed their company, but was not worried for their welfare.
I also did no meal prep. I don’t even think I went shopping right before I left.
This is not about apples and oranges. This isn’t even about my husband. This is about the fact that this is apparently WEIRD.
Another mum at my daughter’s school is leaving for ten days. She’s taking her youngest (who is a very small baby) and leaving her husband with their two girls. She has been cooking for days preparing freezer meals. She’s panicking and deputizing her six year old to remind him how to make school lunches. AND I AM APPALLED.
A) He is definitely not helpless. (He’s a doctor or something.) What gendered bullshit. B) THAT LITTLE GIRL IS NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HER AND HER SISTER’S WELLBEING. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. C) Why is she married to this person and creating children with him if he’s this big of an idiot?
While she was laughingly recounting this, the other mums were nodding and smiling sympathetically, like oh yes, I too have my caveman at home!! Such managing required! I was the only one who was like “Dude, he’ll be fine. Literally. He will be fine.” I said it a lot. She was not convinced. She kept bringing up her older daughter. She’ll be like a little mum!
NO.
NO NO NO NO.
NO.
Straight women, don’t do this shit. It’s gross. Don’t infantilize your husbands and then expect your daughters to pick up the slack. So fucking gross. So. So. GROSS.
The fact that so many adults think a six year old girl is more capable of learning and performing basic domestic tasks than a grown-ass man says it all, really.
This stuff is so toxic and awful. I told a car full of women one time that I refused to be in another relationship until I met a man who was capable of making his own doctors’ appointments and washing the dishes. They told me I was going to die alone.
Fuck this shit. Don’t enable men’s incompetence and label it cute.
IT WAS A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE. THIS IS MY FAVORITE STAR TREK MOVIE OF ALL, EVER, EVER, EVER.
THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE THING I DID NOT LOVE TO BITS AND PIECES.
I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS WHOLE MOVIE.
I’m fine. I’m totally fine. I have never been more fine. I am not at all teetering on the edge of an endorphin-drunk, sleep-deprived teary tirade about stars and the universe and humanity and how we’re so tiny and small but we just want to touch every star in the sky and hold hands with every being out there and KNOW what it’s like to fly and see the universe laid out beneath our feet, not ready for the conquering, but just THERE to be seen and reveled in and explored.
Reblog if you ARE a woman in STEM, SUPPORT women in STEM, or ARE STILL BITTER about Rosalind Franklin not getting credit for discovering the structure of DNA and the Nobel prize going to Watson and Crick instead.
okay so in psychology years ago we learnt that it’s common for companies to put women in charge when there’s a predicted downfall so that they could be all ha see women suck at being in charge. and I just find it interesting how the UK is gonna have a female PM right after Brexit so like years from now people are gonna be like “the country saw some of its worst years under a woman” when it was men that fucked it up and then ran
FAM I was at target the other day and saw the DVD for miraculous ladybug and I flipped and bought it cuz I thought it would have all the eps but it only has the first 7 and yeah
That’s so fucking upsetting, and since I am sorry for your disappointment HERE, this the possibly-dubiously-legal website I’ve been watching them on because I don’t have money and I do have wifi. You’ve probably gotten around to finding that, but still. A present. It streams pretty well when you’re not working with shitty college-campus-grade wifi.
One of the greatest things I’ve come to realize today: everyone is a MCR fan, whether intensely or just casually, but we were all waiting silently for this day to come
If anyone ever tries to tell you that sexism isn’t a problem in nerd culture, remind Them that no one batted any eye when Tony Stark became an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics in one night but threw a hissy fit when Rey was able to use a Lightsaber without having wielded one before.