I have bipolar mood disorder and I get worried that I’m too reliant on my medication especially if the dosage goes up
Then I realized
NEUROTYPICAL PEOPLE ARE JUST AS RELIANT on the neurochemicals in my medication, it’s just that their bodies produce it and mine doesn’t, it’s not that I’m a bad person and idk this realization seems to have really helped me understand and not feel so bad about it?
The New York Times’ response to Trump’s attempted cease-and-desist letter is literally just NYT attorney David E. McCraw slammin 2 shots of scorpion vodka, leaping onto a table w/ a death’s-head grin & eyes ablaze and yelling “Do it, my guy!!! Haha, DO IT!!!!!” as X Gon Give It To Ya thumps over the sound system and I for one couldn’t be happier
Mangoes have a weird-ass flavor and texture, and FURTHERMORE, they’re like 93.56% pit and therefore a huge pain in the ass. In the hierarchy of fruit they rank slightly above fruit with hair and avocados, ie not in the edible range.
“I love the tune of this song but hate the gross lyrics. What should I do?”
“But I like both old and new songs”
“I also like polka?”
This man is a treasure.
Weird Al:
1. Is very cautious about the effect of his works, apologizing whenever he does something even a tiny bit offensive on accident.
2. Asks for permission from the creators of the songs he parodies, even though he legally doesn’t have to.
3. Is a straight-up genius; he skipped two grades and graduated at 16 the valedictorian of his class. He went to CalTech.
4. Is often upset by the fact that any parody of any song is usually mistakenly attributed to him, espeically the dirty ones because he’s careful to keep his music safe for all ages.
5. Is a genuine A+ human being, 10/10 would recommend.
Circumstances tend to be the same, in each lifetime—relationships
between parents, number of siblings, sometimes even place of birth. No one’s sure why. A pretty woman fallen from lofty social
status, a wandered-off man, an older brother.
If that’s the lot you drew at your first birth, it’s likely to be the
one you land the second-third-fourth time around.
The illness hits Christiansted earlier, this time. Andre Westen is seven, his brother and father
already gone. Last time, his mother got
the worst of it—this time, it’s Andre who’s shaking and sick for two weeks, his
gaunt and recovering mother clinging to his hand. He lives, though, and when he opens his eyes
after the fever breaks, the first thing out of his mouth is, “I’m going to need
to change my name.” There are conditions
in place, laws and qualifiers that allow people to claim their past selves if
they prefer and can prove it. And Andre does prefer, and can prove it. He’s young for
such a powerful revelation—he can recite the names of teachers and colleagues,
list details down to the minute, and with so little under his belt of this life,
that one seems just as immediate—and it unnerves people to hear him wander from
speaking like a child to speaking like a grown man when he’s distracted, but
they give him his name.
people who complain about dinosaurs “not being scary anymore” because its been discovered they have feathers and are closely related to/ancestors of birds are so bizarre like
its not about how scary they are, they are/were real life animals and what matters is learning more about them, not how well they fit into your science fiction horror film lol
can you imagine a 13 foot chicken running at you with full intent to eat you??? thats fucking terrifying holy shit
peacocks are synonymous with vain, frivolous beauty and they will attack cars. they will attack you while you try to get to your car. they’re like six feet of useless feathers and they will destroy you. imagine if they were carnivorous and had functional spurs.
a t-rex could look like a gay disco ball and i guarantee that you would fucking book it if it had a problem with you
listen
listen
have you ever met a swan
if anything the birdier they get the scarier they are
Australia literally fought a war against giant birds AND FUCKING LOST
“Oh man, I can’t deal with birds ‘cause they’re dinosaurs and sometimes it’s like they get this glint in their eyes and they remember.”
“Have you ever interacted with a goose? ‘Cause those things are dicks.”
If chickens were still the size of a T-Rex we’d all be dead. No question.
Feathered creatures that give some serious lie to the idea that feathered dinosaurs ain’t scary:
This is a bearded vulture, or lammergeier. It’s four feet long and has a nine foot wingspan and it eats bones.
This is a shoebill stork. It dropped the duck without biting down shortly after the picture was taken, but if it had decided not to-
… it could have been the end of the road for that duck.
This is the last thing a fish sees before a macaroni penguin eats it.
This is a secretary bird in the act of demonstrating to Lord Voldemort that he came to the wrong neighborhood, ese.
This is a goose.
This is a vulture.
This is a cassowary on the attack.
Be glad I couldn’t find the actual gif of a pelican swallowing a fish, because it’s freakin’ Lovecraftian in its HEADS SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY factor. You’ll have to settle for the idea of a feathered dinosaur suddenly going GLORP and devouring its victims whole just like this lady here.
Steven Spielberg didn’t create these. These are the feet of an emu.
And this is what happens when a swan (this one is named Asboy; his father was Mr. Asbo, the first swan in the UK to get named after an anti-social behavior order in ‘honor’ of his tendency to attack boaters) decides it doesn’t like you. I should probably note that this one attacked a cow.
Respect the feathered dinosaur, yo.
Terrifying. The last two illustrate why you did not fuck around with the Children of Lir.
I love the headcanon that Ben Organa Kylo Ren is really only a good-to-middling Force-user in his own right. He doesn’t wield the raw power of Anakin Skywalker, or have Luke’s familiarity with and awareness of the Force as a living entity; the dreams and intuitive knowledge that characterize Leia’s relationship with the Force are mostly the intervention of Snoke, or Ben’s own luck. He’s good, but not remarkable, and especially considering he’s a Skywalker.
(He’s just the only game in town and has worked hard to keep it that way, hence his shock at discovering Rey can kick his ass with both hands tied and absolutely no training whatsoever.)
But you know what Kylo Ren is excellent at? Sparking Force-sensitivity in others.
It’s not even a conscious ability. But all he had to do was stare searchingly at Finn across the ruins of Tuanul and suddenly—There has been an awakening, have you felt it? He rummages around in Rey’s skull and then she’s pushing back. He’s holed up with the remainder of the First Order armies in the wake of Starkiller, and Elevens is having dreams about an old man and the desert, and Howler can make things levitate and Lieutenant Crimmons almost choked out General Hux that one time.
(”By accident!” Crimmons exclaims from between bloodless lips. “It was an accident, I’m not even sure how I—please don’t space me, sir.”
Hux wheezes. Ren wheezes too, but that’s the noise the vocoder always makes when he laughs.)
It gets worse when he’s captured by the Resistance after the Battle of Dalujj, because for whatever reason—you know the reason, don’t be an idiot, Rey snaps as she snaps the binders around his wrists—there are far more latent Force-users affiliated with the Resistance than the First Order. With Kylo Ren in a cell, Luke is suddenly barraged by pilots and ops and intel officers who don’t understand why they can suddenly hear each other thinking, or communicate wordlessly across the base.
But the best part is how much this twists Kylo Ren up inside because he’s so godsdamn proud of all his new padawans (I am not your student, what the fuck, Finn says, looking deeply disturbed) but also……if they could stop being better than him in all things?
The thing is, if Donald Trump loses by even one vote we’ll be safe for now, but if he loses by a LANDSLIDE, we could be safe for a very very long time.
If he loses by a small margin, then hooray! Everyone who is queer, a person of color, disabled, neuroatypical, poor, and/or a woman is safe! I’m not being sarcastic, that would be fucking wonderful, holy shit. We would be
saving our country and ourselves from 4-8 years with Donald at President as well as another lifetime with a majority conservative republican government. That’s a big win.
But if he ONLY loses by a small margin, the message that sends to all the people who agree with him is that all they have to do to become president of the United States in the future is be SLIGHTLY less of a publicly raging racist, xenophobic, islamophobic, queerphobic, ableist, misogynistic, sex offender than Donald fucking Trump.
Bigots would not be discouraged, or learn. They would just be bitter, and bide their time.
If he loses by a fucking LANDSLIDE, however, then maybe they’ll actually learn that emulating his views and behavior WILL NOT earn them power.
In conclusion: even if you think he stands no chance of winning, PLEASE STILL VOTE. Maybe your vote will be the one vote that keeps him out of office, but even if he would have technically lost either way, even if they start calling it early because he’s losing by a large margin, PLEASE STILL GO OUT AND VOTE.
So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.
Earth being Space Australia
Words cannot express how much I love these posts
Alien: “I’m sorry, what did you just say your comfortable temperature range is?”
Human: “Honestly we can tolerate anywhere from -40 to 50 Celcius, but we prefer the 0 to 30 range.”
Alien: “……. I’m sorry, did you just list temperatures below freezing?”
Human: “Yeah, but most of us prefer to throw on scarves or jackets at those temperatures it can be a bit nippy.”
Other human: “Nah mate, I knew this guy in college who refused to wear anything past his knees and elbows until it was -20 at least.”
Human: “Heh. Yeah everybody knows someone like that.”
Alien: “……. And did you also say 50 Celcius? As in, half way to boiling?”
Human: “Eugh. Yes. It sucks, we sweat everywhere, and god help you if you touch a seatbelt buckle, but yes.”
Alien: “……. We’ve got like 50 uninhabitable planets we think you might enjoy.”
crazy that i’m only able to see life through my own eyes.. there’s over 7 billion other perspectives i’ll never be able to have.. over 7 billion stories i won’t ever be able to fully know. we all get such a small slice of the experience of life.. pass by strangers every day that we’ll never be aware of. what are they going through? what are they thinking about? i always wonder..
angel: youre so angry all the time i think you should get a hobby god: how about boating. Hows that for a hobby angel: sure. boating sounds fine god: aight *looks down towards earth* hey Noah i have an idea noah: is it a good idea god: it’s an idea
My therapist just told me that I “use humor to cover up past trauma so I don’t have to deal with it” and that “it will take years of extensive therapy to genuinely recover from it all” and I literally burst out laughing and finger gunned @ him
There’s a line of thought regarding the faking of the moon landing which goes like “isn’t it CONVENIENT that we landed on the moon in the last year of the decade when we said we’d land on the moon, doesn’t it seem suspicious that it came so close to the wire,” which I have to assume is reasoning put forward by people who have far better study habits then I do, because if I was tasked with landing a man on the moon by the end of the 60s, we’d 100 percent have launched on December 30, 1969.
Holy shit, Firebringer, it's been years since I read that! But my reputation with my third grade teacher was "the girl who recommended a book to the class that included a deer eating the heart of a human child and consequently terrified a bunch of kids." (...I too have always been me.) And The Sight--I too had a very weird sort of crush on the Jesus-wolf's brother...I read a lot of books with animals who were unsubtly Jesus.
OMG. I definitely 100% forgot that there was a scene with a deer eating the heart of a human child in Firebringer, but I definitely read it around the same age–so apparently that didn’t faze me either, LOL.
The jesus wolf’s brother was one hot wolf, you could just tell. Also, dang, what’s with that genre? The “imagine jesus as an animal in a society of talking thinking animals” genre?
• gunpowder & lead - miranda lambert (abuser is shot to death)
• independence day - martina mcbride (abusive husband/father is burned alive in house which wife/mother set on fire to protect her daughter)
• blown away - carrie underwood (abusive father left to die in a tornado by daughter on purpose)
• two black cadillacs - carrie underwood (cheating man killed by wife and mistress who then pretend to be sad at his funeral)
• church bells - carrie underwood (abusive husband poisoned by wife)
• goodbye earl - dixie chicks (abusive husband killed by two women, one he abused and her best friend)
• mama’s broken heart - miranda lambert (implied revenge against abusive boyfriend despite narrator’s mother’s advice)
please, tell us more about your horsemen of the apocalypse.
*maniacal laughter*
You have made a BAD MISTAKE, my buddy, my guy, because now here are 1600 words about this novel. More stuff is here in the tag.
Right, so, remember how I write novels when I’m
pissed off about stuff? Like…I got pissed off about the lack of happy
F/F ships with superpowers and wrote a novel about that. And I was pissed
off about misuse of all-powerful sorcerers (Merlin, I am cranky about the show
Merlin), and I wrote a novel about that. And I was pissed off about use
of psychic powers and Antichrists and Apocalypses (*glowers at SPN*) and I
wrote Falls the Shadow, this novel. Kind of by accident. Like.
I meant to write a fifteen, maybe twenty, page thing playing with the
idea of a character who had visions of the Apocalypse. Smash cut to eighteen
months and 250K words later…
So yeah. The basic premise of this novel
is that Sam Lightworth and her older brother Oz have been the best hunters in
the country since they were kids, until it came to light during a hunt when she
was fifteen that Sam has precognitive dreams. Since most hunters don’t
really have a concept of grey areas (such as a human girl with visions of the
future) Oz takes the logical solution of getting his baby sister the fuck out
of the life before someone can kill her. Cut forward a year and a half,
Sam’s been in hiding at a boarding school and, for the first time in her life,
she has something like a normal life, with a normal friend (Kit), and normal
demands on her life. She hates it. When her brother turns up, bloody and
battered and bearing news of their dad’s death, it’s the best thing that’s
happened to her all year. So she and Oz
leave, with Kit in tow. They also pick
up Michael, an old…friend who met Sam exactly once when they were both
kids. She broke his arm and he cracked
four of her ribs. Naturally that…happens. The majority of the plot rotates around Sam,
Michael, Oz, and Kit learning about their places as the Four Horsemen.
anyways yall let me know when Netflix Original ™ Marvel’s Claire Temple is going to premiere thanks
ACTUALLY THOUGH
Okay, but every episode should have a different cameo, right? Like, Claire is trying to Handle Some Shit, and while she’s trying to do that, she has Matt on her balcony with a stab wound that made it through the suit, Jessica at her door with a bullet graze and a sour expression, Luke on the street corner with a guy who has three broken ribs, Frank on the roof with a major concussion, Danny with pepper spray in his eyes, and, at one point, she runs through town escaping the latest Avengers v. Whoever situation and finds Captain Goddamn America trying to set his own broken arm.
And then in the second-to-last episode, the Big Bad dares her to find help, and Claire’s like *grim smile* “I know a guy.” Cut to black. Final episode cold opens to everyone having to Get Along because Claire called them all. The Big Bad goes down like a fucking ton of bricks under the combined might of every vigilante NYC has to offer.
I might not always agree with some of the things Matt Murdock does, but goddamn, you gotta appreciate his commitment to an Aesthetic
like there’s Jessica and Luke wearing typical civilian wear even while superheroing and meanwhile
you’ve got Matthew Michael Murdock running around Hell’s Kitchen in an all-black ensemble with the tightest pants possible and then later a goddamn red suit and a helmet with bitty little devil horns on it and red lenses
Right, so I wrote this a while back for @twistedangelsays‘ birthday in May, and then she asked me today to post some F/F smut after I posted this ExR smut earlier today. Max is the main character from this novel and Lessa is her girlfriend, details are included in the tag.
Lessa laughed giddily as Mercury
squad spilled through the door, all of us bursting with the adrenaline
rush. The mission had been declared a
wash while we were in the field, but we’d still had a closer brush with gunfire
than I liked.
“All right, everyone,” I said. “Debrief with the marshal or Beck at some
point in the next couple of hours. Sorry
to have dragged you out for nothing.”
“Ah, don’t worry so much, piti bòs, it was fun,” Elijah said, eyes dancing as he hooked an arm
around Miles’ shoulders and cuffed him cheerily up the back of the head. Miles looked offended, one hand still pressed
to a sluggishly bleeding graze to his bicep.
“C’mon, Four, let’s go get that arm looked at. Maybe Janey will meet us there.” Miles
allowed himself to be dragged away without much of a fuss and Zara grinned
fondly after them.
“Mm,” she said. “I’m going to go eat something, do a quick
debrief, and then see if I can round up my boys and fuck them through the
floor. Y’all have a nice night.”
i had a moment today while watching a whiny shitlord complain about the injustice of new sci-fi media having more female leads, i suddenly felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. i couldn’t pintpoint it at first but then out of nowhere, it fucking dawned on me
This is the single greatest meme in the history of the Internet everyone can stop making memes now we don’t need any more ever again
I think I’ve already reblogged this but I don’t care it’s just pure gospel
sometimes it still amazes me that despite gifsets of scenes getting so many notes on tumblr thanks to it being a genuinely funny, unproblematic show, not a lot of people actually watch brooklyn nine-nine?? listen y’all if you’re tired of tv shows being misogynistic, racist, homophobic, and all around problematic then i honestly don’t understand why you have not seen the light by watching b99 like this show has made my life so much better!! i have TWO beautiful, badass, multi layered latina detectives to look up to, who are treated with respect and admiration by their male co-workers!! i have actual cinnamon roll jake peralta who has never done Anything Wrong in his life, despite being the white male main character; he always treats his women partners as equals, and is disgusted when other male side characters say misogynistic things!! i have captain raymond holt, a black, gay police CAPTAIN who has worked his entire life to move past prejudice to get to where he is!! his sexuality is not used as the butt of ANY joke, but is simply just another part of his multi layered character, and he is shown to have a healthy relationship with his husband!! the most important relationship on this show?? the relationship between all of them, whether in duos/trios/or a whole squad, focusing on how despite how different they all are, they all love each other and have made a family out of such a group!! it also has no chill, talking about real police issues, how women have to stick together, and taking usual stereotypes and stomping all over them!! there’s no need to worry about characters being killed off for shock value or to cause manpain!! honestly there is absolutely nothing wrong with this show: it is genuinely funny, the characters are lovable, the relationships realistic and healthy, and it deserves much more recognition than it’s getting.
tldr; watch brooklyn-nine nine. you will not regret it.
