I remember all the Doctor Who fanfics I used to read where Rose often got badly stereotyped as a damsel in distress whom the Doctor had to swoop in and save and smooch but the way I remember Doctor Who 90% of their relationship was the Doctor just setting Rose loose on people who had done something to offend them and sitting back giggling in the corner as she shouted
there were more tags and tumblr CUT THEM OFF @ tumblr the fuck, anyway its out in the open now and the point is that eventually she has to leave, and when she leaves she says “take care of finn” but also “take care of yourself” bc she’s seen his dark nights and they aren’t good, aren’t what he deserves, and then when she finally comes BACK well of course finn & poe have had months and months to settle in w/e its very gross, anyway she comes back and she and finn bounce off one another and collide and spark and run to each other across the tarmac fly into each others arms etc, but poe has an old soul and something in rey is ancient, so after a long moment of finn she turns around & she and poe simply fold themselves around each other right there in front of the general & everyone
bc w finn there’s the loud ecstatic outpouring of love and joy but w poe rey finds something quieter, w poe rey has silence, bc poe is still like a lake in the jungle of yavin 4, a lake in the jungle beneath the moons, and finn is the of course the bubbling noise of the water
anyway! NOT that i have thought about this at length
I think people who don’t menstruate overall just don’t understand that we cannot stop the blood. If there’s nothing to collect it, it’s going everywhere. Most people can hold a shit, can hold a piss, and can hold back sex, until it’s convenient. When we bleed there is just no stopping it. It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing to catch the blood, it will keep coming.
That’s why this free-tampon discussion is over your heads. You don’t get it. You can compare it to toilet paper or condoms all you want but most of us have control over those things. When we bleed, we keep bleeding until it’s done. There’s no clenching or muscle training that will keep us from bleeding everywhere.
So stop talking about what you don’t understand. If condoms can be free, so can tampons.
People in Iowa who support Bernie Sanders: PLEASE GO TO THE CAUCUS.
I know the Democratic caucus procedure is annoying and more complicated than the Republican procedure but Sanders is SO CLOSE to Clinton and who is most successful in this caucus is going to be 100% dependant on turnout. If you want to vote for Sanders in November, you have to show up for Sanders now.
Clinton is more popular in older demographics and Sanders is more popular in younger demographics and the older folks WILL go to the caucus. Young people have to show up too, because if we do, SANDERS WILL WIN THE WHOLE ELECTION but if we don’t show up now, he won’t even get the nomination.
Since and including 2000, the winner of the Democratic caucus in Iowa has gotten the Democratic nomination for President (Gore in 2000, Kerry in 2004, Obama in 2008 and 2012 - The Republican winner got the nomination in 2000 and 2004 but not 2008 (Huckabee) or 2012 (Santorum) but usually the Democratic winner in Iowa goes to the general election) SO IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO GO, YOUNG DEMOCRATS.
You know what especially pisses me off about people whining about how "Kylo Ren deserves a Redemption Arc because Snoke has been influencing him since he was a baby"? Because you know who ELSE has been surrounded by Evil since he was small? Finn, that's who, and somehow he managed to avoid massacreing people! (And he didn't even have 2 parents and 3 uncles who loved the very air he breathed (and I'm including Luke, Chewie and gay droid-couple 3PO and R2 in that. 4 if you count Lando)) - H.
tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb
natasha romanoff is the kind of person who could kill you with her bare hands if she had to but she is also probably the kind of person who would purposely take the squeaky chair and wobble on it and drive everyone crazy
there has been a pretty far-reaching trend on this website to blog about the effects of mental illness and trauma on emotional regulation and an aggressive campaign to get people to not only understand but accept boundary-crossing behavior from people because it is a reflection of their mental illness/trauma, as far as to imply that you are ableist if you are not able to tactfully handle and accept someone else’s dysfunctional coping mechanisms and behavior despite your own discomfort. i see this most often with posts about bpd but there are other topics as well. i haven’t commented on any of it because it’s not a pie i wanted a finger in, but it has over time led me to develop severe discomfort around people who follow that line of thought to the point that i have disengaged, unfollowed, and unfriended many people who agree with it.
the stuff i’m seeing passed around now about “supporting perpretrators” in addition to survivors is the horrifying track down which that train of thought has sped, because what people don’t seem to understand is that mental illness and trauma do no make you an exception to the boundaries of those around you. it is necessary to be aware of the ways that survivors and mentally ill people may lash out emotionally at those they are close to but it is not actually necessary to be “accepting” to the point that it is harmful to you. your emotional boundaries are important, more important than whatever obligation you feel to “accommodate” someone’s trauma.
it is not “okay” that survivors sometimes display manipulative/abusive behaviors towards the people around them and it is important to handle these situations with tact, sure, but not to the detriment of setting your own boundaries and checking the behaviors in question. when friends i know are mentally ill/ trauma survivors have lashed out at me with emotionally manipulation tactics in times of great distress, i have supported them afterward, but i have always followed this up with a discussion about how these kinds of behaviors can not and will not continue or our relationship will end. this is not “ableist” or refusing to support survivors’ trauma, it is setting strong boundaries within the context of supporting each other and providing the community in which we all can heal. what is important here is that these are isolated incidents – learned defense mechanisms arising in times of panic and stress – and not consistent grabs for power. these are not people following the deliberate, overarching pattern of actions abusers use to isolate and control victims, and their actions are easily distinguishable from such.
my point is that this discourse has allowed people to blur the line between these behaviors and abuse when it comes to community support. we should support abusers in our communities as well, they say, because otherwise we would be isolating vulnerable marginalized people who are just struggling with their own trauma. this is exactly what abusers want. this is not a radical attitude. abusers depicting themselves as helpless victims of emotions and circumstances out of their control has pretty much always been the abuser party line. there is nothing productive or useful or valid about carving out community resources for “accountability” in ways that perpetuate bad abuse politics and logics that have been used to silence survivors for years and years. you cannot support survivors and also support their abusers by continuing to welcome them in the same community spaces, period, and it takes some ridiculous mental gymnastics to pretend otherwise.
Okay, if they wanna make a biopic about Michael Jackson starring a British white dude, you know what, that’s fine. But then I goddamn demand a biopic about Elvis starring John Boyega. And a revolutionary war movie where George Washington is played by Ming-Na Wen with no explanation. And a Beatles movie starring Penelope Cruz and Lupita Nyongo and Oscar Isaac and Stephen Yeun as the Fab Four. And a movie about WWII with Javier Bardem playing Roosevelt and Jackie Chan as Winston Churchill.
tbh people mock harry for going back to rescue fleurs sister in the second triwizard task but harry knows dumbledore better than anyone else. he probably looked at the situation and thought “would dumbledore let an eight year old drown just because fleur couldnt do this bit? yes. yes he would.”
it’s also possible he was acting off of the lessons he learned in the abusive dursley household. that’s why he does a lot of his so-called “hero complex” shit. he takes a lot of personal responsibility for other people bc he learned growing up that “no one’s here for you, no one will help you, you will not catch any breaks”. he helps bc if he didn’t, who would? certainly not the dursleys, and that’s what he grew up with.
he does things by himself and the two people he actually trusts, bc he’s learned that authority figures are no help and will only make things worse. he takes situations at face value bc he’s never seen other options in his life, he’s never HAD other options in his life. speaking very personally, that was a serious marker of abuse that i saw in myself - i never thought abt escape, or what i could do to improve my situation, bc i didn’t even see that as an option. the options were survive or don’t, deal w it or don’t, acclimate or implode.
maybe he wasn’t thinking abt what DUMBLEDORE would do, what anyone at hogwarts would do. maybe he was acting off what he knew the dursleys (his main authority figures) would do. the dursleys would let the girl drown. and harry was there, and harry could do something, and so harry did. he took personal responsibility for fleur’s sister’s safety bc all his life he’s learned that authority figures cannot be trusted to do so.
people characterize these aspects of harry as a “hero complex” or a “stupid nobility” or a “lack of common sense”, but i don’t agree with that. i can’t put my finger on exactly what it is. it’s not completely unhealthy; it’s even very useful and responsible on occasion.
it’s called “complex ptsd” and if you get out of the abusive situation before you’re old enough to understand how fucked up it was, like Harry did, you don’t end up with the classic flashbacks so much, just atypical behavior patterns and a high risk of other shit. That’s why Harry is so fucked up by everything that Umbridge does, it’s because he’s being retraumatized in his safe space.
important.
also, dumbledore would not have let an eight year old drown; harry even has a minute after he finished the task while talking with ron where he feels embarrassed and stupid over his performance during the task explicitly because he knows dumbledore would have never let that happen–and harry feels like he should have remembered that before/during the task
not to mention, dumbledore rewarded harry with high marks during the task for caring about the other hostages and for rescuing fleur’s sister. and this wasn’t the only time he’s rewarded students for demonstrating caring behavior towards other people
seriously the way some of you people talk about dumbledore you’d think he was voldemort or umbridge
I agree, and honestly I wasn’t agreeing with the OP as much as I was with the above comments that the Dursleys, not Dumbledore, are responsible for Harry’s behavioural patterns. And yeah, the idea of coping, and of not letting people come to harm if you can help it, aren’t actually bad things and yet people talk of them as if they’re actually moral failings on Harry’s part, something he should be actively punished for.
This–that Harry, in the heat of the moment, assumed that no one would help the girl if he failed to do so, because of the way the Dursleys treated him–seemed implicit to me when I read it for the first time. In the intervening years it’s come to my attention that my childhood was…atypical, shall we say, but even knowing that most people are more decent than my extended family, I still assume that, if I don’t help someone in trouble, no one will. It’s not a hero complex or a compulsion to play the savior, it’s a bone-shaking certainty that I would be left helpless in their situation and I honestly can’t live with leaving someone else in that position. I remember reading that, reading Harry acting like that, and thinking that it was such a relief to see someone who made “foolish” decisions for the same reasons I did.
im fuckign laUGHING imagining how used the first order members must be to kylo ren’s tantrums like if you’re in the same room as him when its happening its no fucking joke but if you’re like three rooms away or on the other side of the base its like everyone’s radioing each other going “yo ren just tore up another computer station” “duuuuude what happened” “someone told him his darth vader action figure is gonna arrive later than expected and he went fucking nuts” “did u see it happening???” “dave was on door duty and told me about it. he said there was screaming and stamping and everything………o shit bill’s gonna tell him there’s no mint choc chip ice cream left do u wanna come over here me n hux are gonna make popcorn and watch the show”
You know what, I totally love the setup in force awakens for any romantic subplot that could come out of it. The apparent options are:
1. Finn and Rey: an interracial straight couple where the man is black and the woman is white, a setup done almost always the other way around in movies
2. Finn and Poe: an interracial gay couple (with two people of color) that would be the first of its kind in a major motion picture like this
3. Finn and Rey and Poe: a potentially healthy polyamorous, interracial relationship. Unheard of ever.
4. No romantic subplot at all: A sci-fi film without a pointless romance that has no relevance to the plot??? Whaaaaaatttttt?????
I mean whichever way you swing it, it turns out pretty fantastic!
How is Poe a POC???
dude
Oscar Isaac is Latino (specifically Guatemalan/Cuban)
repeat after me: I am a fucking awesome person who has dealt with so much shit and I have made it through it all and am still cute af and smart and funny and nice and intelligent and I kick ass
everybody liveblogging clone wars stuff on my dash made me think
okay in the theoretical instance where eventually finn sparks off a revolution and all the stormtroopers rebel en masse…
you can’t fight with no helmet bc that’s impractical (even if seeing faces would be incredibly important and powerful) but how can you tell yourselves apart from the stormtroopers still killing for the first order?
easy. helmet decoration.
every freed/rebelling stormtrooper takes their helmet off and they make themselves bleed and they put the blood on it just like this, that same smeared handprint, with ONLY their own blood
because in a universe where so many weapons are lasers, you wind up getting a lot of carnage with no BLOOD, and it’s easy to forget people, especially stormtroopers, can even bleed at all
but what better way to say, we are men? what’s more personlike and human than bleeding?
and i picture finn somehow coming over a hill and i don’t know if it’s better if they recognize him or if they don’t but imagine the sun rising or setting just behind him, and for a moment he’s in silhouette, and they’re all faceless again
and finn just seeing the ARMY of them, the tens of hundreds (of thousands!?) of PEOPLE who’ve made themselves look like him, so they can BE like him, who’ve bled to do it, and each and every one of them have a name
DO STORMTROOPERS WHO REBEL TOGETHER–FRIENDS WHO COULDN’T BEAR TO LEAVE EACH OTHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND SIBLINGS WHO COULDN’T STAND TO KILL EACH OTHER, LOVERS WHO COULDN’T LIVE WITHOUT EACH OTHER–PAINT EACH OTHER’S HELMETS WITH THEIR BLOOD?
ARE THERE WHOLE SQUADRONS WHOSE HELMETS ARE MARKED WITH THE BLOOD OF THEIR CAPTAIN, WHO WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH FOR THEM AND WANTS IT TO BE KNOWN?
DOES IT BECOME PART OF THE CULTURE? CAN YOU WALK UP TO A REBEL STORMTROOPER WHO’S OUT, WHO’S FREE, AND SAY “WHOSE BLOOD DID YOU WEAR?”
“MY HUSBAND,” SAYS ONE, FLASHING THEIR RING, AND THEY HAVE A HUSBAND, THEY ARE A PERSON WHO COULD MARRY, AND THEY ARE PROUD.
“MY BROTHER,” SAYS ANOTHER, AND IT DOESN’T MATTER IF THAT BLOOD WAS SHARED IN THEIR VEINS OR IF THEY WERE SIBLINGS OF CHOICE, BECAUSE THEY ARE FAMILY.
“MY BEST FRIEND,” SAYS A THIRD, AND THEY DIDN’T KNOW THE WORD ‘FRIEND’ BEFORE THEY FLED BUT IT WAS WORTH IT, SO WORTH ALL THE PAIN TO LEARN THAT WORD.
“MY COMMANDER,” ANOTHER SAYS, AND, NO, THEY ARE NOT A STORMTROOPER, NOT ANYMORE, BUT THEY ARE STILL A SOLDIER AND THEY STILL LOVE THEIR COMMANDER.
“IT WAS MINE,” ONE SAYS, PROUD AND FIERCE AND UNBROKEN, AND THEY REBELLED ALONE, ONE AGAINST MANY, AND THEY WILL NOT BE BROKEN NOW.
the weirdest thing about the education system is that pretty much every teenager ever is so stressed out about schools that they pray for disasters or fake illness or try to kill themselves and yet nobody has ever thought to themselves “hey maybe our system is flawed” and instead all they ever think is “kids these days are so lazy and selfish” like what the fuck is up with that man
“A Fragment out of Time”, published in 1974. Kirk / Spock. page 1 page 2
I had to share it with you because I can’t stop laughing, and every time I reread it it just gets funnier and fUNNIER
This fan fiction is older than the push-through tabs on soda cans.
Your grandma wrote this on her Commodore 64.
I miss my Commodore 64
Oh my dear, sweet children. The Commodore 64 came out in 1982. This was produced on a typewriter and probably mimeographed. And while it may seem funny now, it took more courage to write and distribute this than you will ever know.
Reblogged for that last comment.
respect your elders
Children, in the olden days fanfiction was written on a typewriter, copied and sent by snail mail. Getting one one of those letters from across the world was every bit as exciting as getting a notification that your favorite writer posted a new fic.
today at work i let someone into a dressing room and they said “thanks” and half of me tried to say “you’re welcome” and the other half tried to say “no problem” and i ended up saying “your problem”
this post had me in tears
I was hoping the notes would be full of similar stories, but they’re not, so I’ll add my story for anyone else looking for more laughs:
I had to go to a library to pay a fee and I was practicing in the car between “I have to pay a fine” and “I have to pay a fee” and I walked in and firmly stated “I have to pee” and slapped a five dollar bill on the counter (the fee was like ten cents), and walked out. This was like three years ago and I still haven’t been back,
My friend was driving and we were almost past our turnoff so I tried to say “quick” and “fast” at the same time and I ended up screaming “QUACK” which ended up with him judging me very hard and missing the turn
Recently someone in class asked me how I was doing and I started off saying I was good but switched to I’m okay in the middle and ended up saying “I’m gay.”
Which, while kind of accurate, was not what I meant to announce to my classmate.
This Halloween I was handing out candy and a child said “trick or treat” and I smiled gave them their candy and apparently my mouth betrayed me and I said “Merry Christmas” and proceeded to sit down and look up to the sky for answers while their mother laughed at me :)))))
I was switching between “Bye Deanna” and “Goodbye” and I ended up saying “Go Die”
Sometimes I try to say “I fucking love you” but it comes out in the wrong order and then everyone’s uncomfortable.
When I first started my coffee shop job, I was still getting used to greeting customers as they came in the door. A man walked in, and in the jumble of trying to say, “How are you doing?” and “What’s up?” I ended up demanding “What are you doing here?!”
something really cool happened once at the office and i started to say “i’m so amazed” but halfway through my mind changed to “that’s really amazing” and i just ended up saying “i’m really so amazing”
one time i was out in the woods in the spring when the birds were just beginning to come out again and i went to say “i’m so pumped for the birds” and “i’m so hyped for the birds” and instead i said “i’m so humped for birds”
Once I was walking to school and there was a guy walking his dog and the dog came to me and started sniffing me and I was in such a good mood and when I passed by his owner I wanted to say like “hello” or “good morning” or “cute dog” or something like that and I ended up looking up at him, smiling real big, and saying “thank you”.
I was at the convenience store and I was going to buy a drink, but i dropped my keys and the drink when I got to the register so I got caught between “my drink!” and “my keys” and ended up screaming “MY KINK.”
I walked up to this register,in a target. When the cashier finished checking me out she said have a good day, and i wanted to say “You have a good day” and “You too” so it came out “You have a good do do”
I FUCKIN H HIT MY HEAD ON A CHAIR FROM LAUGHING TOO HARD AT THIS FUCKING POS T
There’s so many new stories on this since the last time I saw it and fuck I am laughing so hard I think I’m annoying my roommate
These are too damn good to pass up reading!
Four years ago: in class, I meant to say “in-text citations” but thought “works cited” and also messed up the order of words all at once.
I said “sex work in cites” and that was the end of class that day.
My college is tiny and my class was small enough that all the professors do a receiving line and shake the hands of all the graduates after the ceremony. They were all saying, “Congratulations.” And I was super flustered and realized about a third of the way down the line that I was saying, “Congratulations” back to each professor. So then I said, “You’re welcome.” And then I just made mumbly sounds and waited for it to be over.
I stayed up late talking to a friend on Skype and France came up for some reason, so I said I could never live in France because I don’t know Spanish. He made me go to bed after that.
I was working at a doctor’s office and someone called asking me to fax them a document. I faxed it while on the phone and told them it was done. They said “thank you” and I think I was trying to say “no problem” but ended up just saying “no” and hanging up
back when i was in highschool, i was answering a question about a text the teacher gave us and i was hesitating between saying “what this means to say” and “the meaning of this text” and i blurted out “the meaning of this sex” while looking my teacher dead in the eye. He dismissed us because he was laughing too hard.
I was talking to a friend of mine and I tried saying “go suck a dick” and “go fuck yourself” at the same time and it came out “go fuck your dick”
but what was your /least/ favorite book in high school? reblog and put it in the tags! start a fight with your friends!
ill start it off: mine was the bluest eye.
but the real question: Is that Tumblr or Facebook latched on to Yzma’s ass?
C’mon, now, I haven’t even seen the movie and I know Yzma is definitely Tumblr (mildly-to-severely bonkers, with a penchant for highly complex schemes) and the crocodile is Facebook (anyone with family they don’t get on with should agree with me).
