Imagine a dragon at Antiques Roadshow, appraising its hoard
Imagine the dragon hoards monetarily worthless things like newspapers or old bones and the person appraising it getting more and more nervous about telling the dragon their stuff isnt worth anything
Imagine that the dragon knows this and just likes watching the person squirm.
The dragon actually hoards uncomfortable situations
This is fun :)
Except I’m pretty sure you can only bring 2 items to be appraised on Antiques Roadshow.
…do YOU want to be the one to tell the dragon that there’s an item limit?
my nursing lecturer was saying how her daughter almost died at birth and the doctor said ‘you’re lucky she’s a girl because girls are more resilient, even from birth’ and she just thought he was comforting her but she researched it later and there had been studies literally done into it
Not even just from birth. Female fetuses are less likely to miscarry in adverse conditions, such as famine. It makes sense from an evolutionary standpoint. If a sexual dimorphic species is to survive, it needs far more females than males. In nature, males are pretty expendable.
I just randomly thought of something that was probably inspired by another post about fans interacting with the people they admire and I thought I might as well put it out there while it’s in my head.
Now, I’m sure you are all familiar with the meaning of consent and I don’t need to go into the details of what defines consent. I mention it now because it’s going to be the entire point of this post.
Which brings me to this:
DO. NOT. TOUCH. A PERFORMER. WITHOUT. THEIR. CONSENT.
When you are at the stage door, for the love of all that is holy, do not lay a single FINGER on a performer unless they give verbal consent or they initiate physical contact. For example: hugging a performer. I’m going to draw from two personal experiences for this point. Last summer, when I saw Phantom, Sierra Boggess was playing Christine and she came to the stagedoor. One of her fans, out of nowhere, practically jumped on Sierra in order to give her a hug, which left Sierra wide-eyed and stunned for a few seconds. Don’t be that person. Instead, be like the girl I saw at the stage door in Toronto when I saw Julia Murney in concert who asked Julia if she could have a hug before the two of them hugged one another. Just take two seconds to ask if it’s okay instead of assuming that the performer you want to hug is okay with you invading their personal space. Or, if the performer knows you well enough or recognizes you from a time you’ve gone too see them perform before and initiates the hug, then you’re in the clear.
I won’t even wrap my arm around a performer when I get my picture taken with them unless they wrap their arm around me first (which is something I believe every stage door patron should put into practice). This allows the performer to be the one to, you guessed it, initiate physical contact.
I understand that you may be a touchy/feely person. I am aware that their are performers out there who are the same, who have no issues whatsoever when it comes to physical contact with fans. But this doesn’t give you the right to invade a performer’s personal space against their will.
TL;DR: DO NOT BY ANY MEANS WHATSOEVER TOUCH A PERFORMER AT THE STAGE DOOR WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT
okay so let’s break this down. first the sisters save furiosa by pulling nux off her:
that’s your pretty clear, straightforward life-saving courage. and it’s significant that the sisters are ready to fight like that even so early in the story.
but then furiosa goes for nux’s throat
in the sort of interaction she’s internalized after years of repetition: one of the war boys comes for her, she ends them. end of fucking story.
a moment of reflection, a moment of flinching back from immediately killing, would have doomed her in the past
she’s programmed herself to kill without mercy in order to survive. she doesn’t even consider if there’s an alternative. there never has been.
20 years and nobody’s ever stopped her. the only people who tried wanted to hurt her. but they didn’t succeed. otherwise, no matter what she did, who she hurt, nobody cared enough to stop her. they gleefully supported it or considered it her right or her obligation
murder, murder, murder, life means nothing. only weak people flinch from inflicting pain. and you know what happens to weak people. they end up dead or in cages. that’s the law of the Citadel
furiosa didn’t intellectually believe that fully, but you do something long enough and it gets inside you.
but for the first time in twenty years someone knows right from wrong and cares enough to stop her
i think angharad mostly cares for the principle of the thing. definitely condemnation is in there. but… you can read it as a very angry form of reaching out. you can read it as angharad’s response to furiosa’s lecture earlier about how “everything hurts” out here. whatever the case, furiosa is and always will be someone who kills. that’s key to how she survives and protects those she loves. but it’s possible to fight and kill without losing touch with the idea that killing doesn’t have to be the only answer. that killing is always wrong, even if it’s necessary. that you should be thinking about when it’s unnecessary to kill.
i think the sisters save furiosa’s life and nux’s life here but also are part of the journey of saving their souls in this scene
the lecture on Wasteland feminist theory nux received is more obvious, but angharad stopping furiosa is also this huge huge thing
for the first time in her adult life someone cares enough to stop her. to say: he’s just a kid. you don’t have to this time. and if you don’t have to, you shouldn’t.
gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining
because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe
and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them
and then
we built robots?
and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image
and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone
but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?
the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.
When Furiosa finds the Vuvalini, she announces herself with the following words: ‘I am one of the Vuvalini, of the many mothers. My initiate mother was Katie Concannon. I am the daughter of Mary Jo Bassa. My clan was Swaddle Dog.’
This tells us Furiosa came from a matriarchal culture where ‘initiate mothers’ and older female role models were considered just as important as real mothers. She was raised and taught by a whole host of mother figures, and she clings tightly to this part of her identity.
We also know that Furiosa was stolen to act as breeding stock, but when she failed to produce any children she was discarded as worthless and had to become ‘one of the boys.’ By her skill and determination, she worked her way up through the ranks of Immortan Joe’s war boys until she reached a position where she was able to escape.
And all this makes me realise how cathartic it must have been to meet the wives and form a relationship with them. Throughout the film we watch her care for them, protect them and teach them. We watch her pass on her skills and knowledge to this new generation of women. We watch her relate to these women as a woman herself. We watch as her attitude towards them becomes almost entirely protective and maternal. Her mention of having an ‘initiate mother’ is particularly striking,
since it would appear that Furiosa became just such a mother
to the wives.
The only part of motherhood Joe valued was the actual birthgiving - a sentiment gruesomely displayed by the crude caesarean forced on Angharad. But the Vuvalini had many different ways to be mothers, and Furiosa proves that the most important part of motherhood is not the production of children, but the act of teaching and protecting. This, alongside the wives’ assertion that ‘Our babies will not be warlords,’ the culture of toxic masculinity that surrounds the war boys from being separated from their mothers at birth and the fact that a new, peaceful generation is ushered in by the war pups lowering the lift and the Milking Mothers throwing off their chains to give water to Wretched, tells us that the true value of motherhood does not lie in the ability to bear children, but in a woman’s ability to teach, influence and shape future generations.
Marvel are you paying attention?
I’m sorry for the self-reblog, but thanks to this comment I can’t stop thinking about the contrast between the way Age of Ultron and Mad Max dealt with having an infertile female lead.
Natasha called herself a monster. It was her deep, dark, tragic secret. She feared no man would ever be able to love her. She thought it would keep her from being with the one she loved.
On the other hand, it was patriarchal society that told Furiosa she was worthless because she couldn’t have children. She was stolen to act as breeding stock, and when she failed to accomplish the one thing she was considered useful for, she was discarded.
And in response, Furiosa says fuck that.
“I am one of the Vuvalini,” she says. “I am one of the many mothers.” She may be infertile, but so what? Her place is still with the many mothers because motherhood is so much more than birth and pregnancy. She is the initiate mother of the wives and she protects them with all her rage and love and ferocity. She’s welcomed as the new ruler of the Citadel by children and the Milking Mothers.
Furiosa of the many mothers refused to let her worth be defined by the patriarchy’s narrow definition of motherhood. She spat in its face and tore the entire toxic institution to the ground so she could create a world where women’s roles as mothers went far beyond the mere production of children.
one time when I was about four, the 10 year old neighbour boys attacked me with water guns and when I ran away and told my mom she gave me the hose and set it to pressure wash and basically told me to finish what they started
update: when I told my mom about this post she told me that the boys actually ran to their mom to tell on me and their mom told them that they deserved it because they started the fight and let me continue to pressure wash her backyard and children
If someone assaulted me, I would want it to be on video, so I can use it as evidence to convict them of assault.
If I had to kill someone in self defense, I would want it to be on video, so I can prove that it was self defense.
If I had a video of me killing someone in self defense and everyone was accusing me of murder, I would plaster the video all over the internet to prove that it was self defense.
So why don’t police officers feel the same way? Why aren’t the police begging for politicians to require all involuntary interactions with police to be on video? Why do police officers object, sometimes violently, to people filming them? Why do they wait so long to release the video when they’re accused of using excessive force?
Additionally, if I’d shot somebody I did not mean to die? I’d be calling an ambulance FIRST THING and then try my damnest to stench their wounds and keep them alive while waiting for it.
The Boston Symphony was performing Beethoven’s Ninth. In the piece, there’s a long passage about 20 minutes during which the double basses have nothing to do. Rather than sit around the whole time looking stupid, some bassists decided to sneak offstage and go to the tavern next door for a quick one. After slamming several beers in quick succession (as double bassists are prone to do), one of them looked at his watch. “Hey! We need to get back!”
“No need to panic,” said a fellow bassist. "I thought we might need some extra time, so I tied the last few pages of the conductor’s score together with string. It’ll take him a few minutes to get it untangled.“
A few moments later they staggered back to the concert hall and took their places in the orchestra. About this time, a member of the audience noticed the conductor seemed a bit edgy and said as much to her companion.
“Well, of course,” said her companion. “Don’t you see? It’s the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded.”
Seems like barely anyone even cares about the clear and blatant ableism in the movies
My cousin is 75% deaf and losing what he has rapidly. He’s also 7 years old. I remember the day he came up to me with his flurry of hands and slurred speech because everyone was buying his brother spider man stuff and he didn’t have a super hero like him. And I remember leaning in front of him, pulling his hearing aids out and signing the best i could to him about Hawkeye being deaf, and how he was still a super hero and his deafness didn’t make him any less. Granted, it was choppier than that because my signing isn’t spectacular. But his big eyes lit up and he went off running to his dad about Hawkeye. And when he saw the movie, he was so excited, he thought Hawkeye would be signing in the movie. And when he wasnt, when He barely had any lines and when he was hearing, it broke his heart.
Dont tell me ableism isn’t a big deal, or that representation doesn’t matter. Deaf Hawkeye made that little boy feel accepted and happy and the movies stole that from every deaf little boy and girl.
I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.
They are undercover in a nightclub. In order to keep their cover from being blown, he has to kiss another man.
He knits to relieve stress and to keep his mind sharp. It is never discussed by any of the characters.
one time my old roommate made an account on some kind of website focused on finding job offers, and a random woman sent her a message that was like, “hello, i see you are a young woman who lives in maryland, i am looking for someone to legally marry my son for two years so that he can get cheaper tuition to a college in your state, would you be interested? i would pay you for doing this and you could get divorced afterwards”
it was SUPER WEIRD and she was of course like “no?? i won’t do this, what the fuck” BUT ANYWAYS IMO this should be everyone’s next strange fanfiction plot: “we got married for the college tuition because my mom secretly arranged it over the internet” au
okay but like two friends getting married for cheaper tution like hah we are geniuses this is a fool proof plan and we are completely platonic everything is fine haha i didnt just notice how beautiful your eyes are and how soft your hair feels LOVING THIS CHEAPER TUITION EVERYTHING IS FINE
My husband doesn’t believe me that shaving your legs is difficult and time consuming. So long story short he is about to shave his legs for the first time.
Update: he is part way through one leg and regretting his decision. I got him to switch from his men’s razor to my woman razor (his is for face shaving) and it’s going slightly better.
He is hating shaving his legs. HATING it.
Update:
My husband from the shower: how many notes does your post have?
Me: roughly one for every YEAR you have been in that shower!
Update:
BEFORE:
AFTER:
He says it was ridiculous and he can’t imagine having to do it again in a few days time, it’s much harder than shaving his face (he had previously claimed they would be abut the same). He says he feels he has learned a lesson!
Edit: He also pulled a muscle while shaving his legs! He said it was like exercise. “Yoga in the shower with razors” indeed!
Update: he has been rubbing his legs together in bed for ten minutes.
i know tumblr likes violent man eating mermaids but i fuck p heavy with pretty playful pretty scaled mermaids in warm sorts of waters keeping the tide gentle when lil toddlers are learning to swim and kissing the breath into good sailors because they have someone waiting on a cliff by the sea for them to come home and cutting seals and turtles out of netting and plastic bags
but maybe being from hawaii just made me think of the ocean of a safe cradley sort of place i know its scary i know it’ll kick your ass but sometimes its ten types of turquoise and and sometimes sea foam sticks to your eyelashes sometimes the sun hits your face even when you’re twenty feet under and i have a hard time forgetting its first and foremost a womb
so mermaids who watch the triple crown and scare sharks away from the surfers
Cheerleader mermaids, whooping it up, yelling encouragement to their fave surfers at competitions.
Skinny, giggly teen mermaids helping jittery new surfers get used to the water, and helping them back on the board when they fall off.
Mermaid moms holding swimming lessons for human kids along with their own babies. Older mermaids helping elderly and disabled folks swim for physiotherapy.
Delicate, koi-like mermaids falling in love with pretty pearl-diving girls in Asia.
Chubby, blubbery cold water mermaids who are built to deal with ice cold waters, watching out for ships around ice bergs and signalling them safely around the danger.
Cold water mermaids tossing fish to Inuit hunters who’ve had a bad day so they don’t have to go home without food.
Dark skinned swamp mermaids who blend into the murky bayou water, rescuing people who slip and fall into the muck so they don’t sink or drown.
Swamp mermaids chatting up cute Cajun boys and showing them where to fish the best crawdads.
Fancy-finned tropical mermaids posing for pictures with excited snorkeling tourists.
Clever, dolphin-like mermaids helping scientists track fish migratory patterns and catching sample for them to study.
Large, fierce shark-like mermaids helping the coast guard capture poachers, pirates, and smugglers.
MERMAID DIVERSITY FTW!
CAN SOMEONE JUST WRITE ME A 500 PAGE NOVEL ABOUT MERMAIDS ALREADY. I HAVE BEEN SEEING THESE POSTS FOR ALMOST A YEAR AND I AM READY.
I’ve just come to the realisation that Hermione Granger probably memory charmed her parents and packed them off to Australia long before she told Harry and Ron she’d done it at the beginning of Deathly Hallows.
She literally never goes home from Goblet of Fire onwards, spending her summers with the boys instead. In GoF she’s remarkably blase about her teeth, something her dentist parents would have noticed and felt hurt about.
If I were to guess, I’d say she probably did it after the wizarding world cup when she’d seen exactly how the wizarding world treats muggles and decided not to let that happen to her folks. Hermione knows which way the wind is blowing and gets in early. She’d be more than capable of doing it.
…Oh my God.
hermione is fucking ruthless and i will fight anyone who tells me otherwise
that was her “negative” gryffindor trait
was she incredibly brave and courageous and loyal? yes
but she was also vicious and violent and trapped a woman as a beetle in a jar for over a year because she pissed her off
Men are always talking about what’s “natural” but in nature it’s always the males of the species that have to be pretty or work really hard to get the females.
I want to see more men dressing up and wearing makeup. Dance for me. Build me a fucking house. Impress me, you mediocre fucks.
Keira Knightley was SEVENTEEN in the first pirates of the caribbean movie and now she’s THIRTY and she looks EXACTLY THE SAME. And by “exactly the same” I mean at seventeen she looked like she was in her mid twenties and possessed beauty and elegance too perfect for this world, like the physical manifestation of the word ethereal, and can anyone actually discern any sign of her aging in the last 13 years? has she honestly ever aged? will she ever? I’d say it’s witchcraft or aliens but I think the most reasonable explanation is that she’s Keira Knightley
Hey? Welcome to the party, I guess, please have a party hat. Forgive my random blogging at all hours, eclectic tastes, and occasional tirades about medicine.
Feel free to tell me what made you decide to follow me, though! (I’m a little too curious for my own good.)
Whoever is blasting Phantom of the Opera down the hall will be drowned out from me blasting Les Misérables there can only be one dominant broadway production in this floor
This is what I imagine theatre majors living in dorms behave like.
This is exactly what theatre majors living in dorms behave like
i was talking to a guy and he said “if there were no laws you could be raped at any point of the day” and i replied with “yeah and i could retaliate by stabbing the rapist, hey i mean there are no laws” and he said “rape isn’t that bad, stabbing someone is a little over dramatic” wtf.
I came across a really handy and important feature on my phone that I wanted to share with all of you.
Imagine this - you unfortunately get involved in a pretty serious accident. The ambulance arrives and wants to inform your parents/friends/partner, and checks your phone. Except it’s fully locked for everyone except yourself because of your fingerprint feature, or your password, or both. They cannot access your ICE numbers. And that sucks for both you and them.
But your iPhone recently got a new feature called the Health app. Yeah, that annoying little app with the pink heart on it that you’d love to delete because it takes up space.
DON’T. This thing actually comes in handy. Hear me out.
Open your health app. Now, if you look in the lower right corner, you’ll see “Medical ID”. Click it. Now you can fill in everything medical about yourself, including your conditions, your meds, your blood type even. And yes. You can add phone numbers of your choice that the emergency peeps can call if something bad happens to you!
And the best thing is? This screen is fully accessible, even if your phone is locked. They have to slide to your passcode screen, hit “EMERGENCY” and then click “MEDICAL ID” in the lower left corner.
Please spread the word!!
It’s legit. I have epilepsy and can put all my ICE contacts there, have all the medications I take listed, any plethora of other important information. You can even put down if you’re an organ donor I think. Either way, it’s extremely important, so make sure you do it. Save a life, you may save your own life.
