This is what your dash looks like if you fall for the Tumblr April Fool’s Joke.
I know some of my followers might have vision sensitivities, and as this background is a rather bright color, I wanted to warn everyone.
If you don’t want your dash to look like this, do NOT click on the “This Is Decision 2016″ voting link. It will take you to a page where you vote for a lizard, and once you do, it changes your dash to look like the above.
If you’ve already fallen for it, there is a way to revert to the default dash. Underneath the spinning “Decision 2016″ graphic on the sidebar, there is a link to opt out.
“nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.”
— I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)
since it is trans day of visibility, we should do more than just post selfies (and essentially copy blackout). today i will try to be posting resources, history, and transition stories. there’s nothing wrong with posting some selfies today, but please don’t make that the only thing we do today— this is a very important day, and is more than just selfies. blackout was a celebration of beauty our society often deems unworthy; trans day of visibility should be about making our community, history, and siblings known.
a small list of resources for the moment:
trans people who are in a serious situation, such as being suicidal, or being abused, etc. can contact the trevor project. they have a lifeline that is 1-866-488-7386 and an online chat room.
the trans 100is a list provided by GLAAD of inspiring trans americans.
we happy trans is a website that provides happy trans stories!
a longer list of resources from GLAAD can be found here
“Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”
— Lev Grossman (via stefanitran)
shout out to mentally ill students who are still trying their hardest to get amazing grades despite dealing with symptoms
shout out to mentally ill students are are just going through the motions and even though they know they want good grades they can’t bring themselves to care
shout out to mentally ill students who take time off and skip homework because they need to put their mental health first
shout out to mentally ill students who don’t want to get a diagnosis because they’re afraid it will impact their future careers
shout out to mentally ill students who have to juggle homework with therapy sessions and any other extracurriculars they do
shout out to mentally ill students. you rock my world.
Anonymous asked: *bursts through your door* Do you wanna talk about Connor Kent??? Because my roommate inflicted Young Justice on my poor unknowing soul and I have a lot of feelings about this poor wandering test tube child???
ANON. We can ALWAYS talk about Conner Kent. ALWAYS.
Like, what aspect of Conner do we need to discuss? How he looks identical to Clark as a teenager, except around the eyes (because blue or green, those are Lex’s eyes)? How he inherits the weight of Clark’s losses (a world, a family, innumerable languages, innumerable cultures, an identity), as well as the weight of Lex’s expectations (schemes, stratagems, and understated goals: kill your father, replace your father, be better than your father, be human, be my weapon, be my son.) Sixteen years old–one month old–and he’s dragging around his inheritances like an iron ball and chain. How even with the enormous weight of all he is heir to, this poor fucking kid has nothing. No family, no connections, no driver’s license, no home, no closet full of clothes, no nostalgia, no music to soothe him, no movies he loves. He’s got nobody, he’s got NOTHING, he knows NO ONE, but he’s got Lex’s eyes and that big fucking S on his chest and no one will ever just meet him, no one will ever just know him.
And then WALLY GODDAMN WEST TAKES HIM HOME, OKAY. I AM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS. WALLY WEST TAKES HIM HOME AND IS LIKE ‘HEY MOM, DAD, SUPERBOY’S GONNA SPEND THE NIGHT OKAY’, AND WALLY’S PARENTS JUST SHRUG LIKE ‘OKAY OUR SUPERPOWERED KID HAS WEIRD FRIENDS’ ONLY THEN THEY SLOWLY REALIZE THE DEPTH OF EVERYTHING CONNER DOESN’T HAVE; WHAT CONNER DOESN’T KNOW. LIKE. WALLY’S MOM PUSHING FOOD ON HIM. CONNER SITTING AT THE DINNER TABLE, SCOWLING AND CONFUSED, WITH LIKE TEN SLOPPY JOES IN FRONT OF HIM. WALLY’S MOM TAKING THEM TO THE MALL AND WATCHING HOW UTTERLY FUCKING HELPLESS CONNER IS AT ALL THE CHOICES, LIKE, HE CHOOSES THE EXACT SAME SHIRT, THE EXACT SAME PANTS, THE EXACT SAME BOOTS, IN FIVE IDENTICAL PAIRS. THE JACKET IS THE ONLY EXTRAVAGANCE SHE CAN TALK HIM INTO. (GOD. HOW FUCKING MUCH CONNER LOVES THAT LEATHER JACKET, LATER ON. THE WAY IT’S WORN SOFT IN SOME PLACES AND STIFF AND SCRATCHED IN OTHERS, THE WAY IT READS AS ARMOR BUT WRAPS AROUND HIM COMFORTABLE AND WARM. THE WAY NEITHER LEX NOR CLARK WOULD EVER WEAR ANYTHING LIKE IT.) AND LIKE, WALLY SETTING CONNER UP ON HIS BEDROOM FLOOR AND PUTTING ON THE TV. WALLY INTRODUCING CONNER TO, LIKE, JESUS, I DON’T EVEN KNOW. TEENAGE BOY SHOWS. THE WALKING DEAD? CONNER AWKWARDLY CURLED UP IN A SLEEPING BAG WATCHING WALLY WATCH THE WALKING DEAD, WHILE WALLY GIVES HIM A RAPID COMMENTARY. JUST. COME ON. WALLY AND CONNER. AND THEN LATER: KALDUR AND CONNER, AND DICK AND CONNER, AND ARTEMIS AND CONNER AND, OBVIOUSLY, M’GANN AND CONNER.
…was that what you wanted to talk about, anon? because i could go on
