Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

marypsue:

Man, I want queer fairytales too, but what I really want is for them to follow traditional fairytale tropes and structures while they do it. I want rules of threes and true names and quest stories and impossible tasks and disguises and riddles, I want blood and death and happy endings. I want more stories in the shape of oral folk tales, but with queer people in. Modern reimaginings where ‘and the prince was really a princess’ is a solution to the problem of the narrative are great, but I’d like to see more where it’s an uncommented-upon fact that there are queer people in this fairy tale, but the tale has other, very traditional problems (the princess won’t laugh, the cow has gone dry, the bridegroom intends to murder and eat the bride) that they need to solve by being kind and clever and brave and a little bit rebellious, as well as whatever their identity may be.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

words-writ-in-starlight:

words-writ-in-starlight:

In case anyone was curious, I’ve never really…drunk alcohol before.  So I’m sitting with my best friend and our legal-to-drink buddy and they’re playing alcohol and I’m on Tumblr and making snarky remarks and between the three of us we’ve gone through most of a bottle of rum in well under an hour.  Updates will be forthcoming as events occur.

Well, I couldn’t pass a sobriety test, but then I can’t really walk in a straight line while sober anyway?  But I still seem more sober than the others, which I think is hilarious, because, on the one hand, yeah, I’ve had one less shot than them, but on the other hand I’m also supposedly a fucking lightweight (I’m fucking tiny in case you’re curious).  Also my fingers feel sort of floaty and detached which is both terrifying and kind of awesome.

I am the sober drunk person, by all evidence.  The person who might be really dizzy, but as long as I’m sitting still and awake you probably couldn’t tell if I was more than tipsy.  Also I’m awake now and either I’m still a little buzzed or I’m just so incredibly sleep deprived I feel dizzy (also quite probable) and not hungover.

kasadilla11:

arudetrans:

aqeu:

@ bernie supporters: if hillary wins the primaries, vote for hillary.

@ hillary supporters: if bernie wins the primaries, vote for bernie.

either of them are so much better than anyone on the republican side and don’t refuse to vote just because your fav didn’t win

Literally

THIS. 

This is how Trump could win, not because he has the most supporters, but because he has enough supporters if his detractors don’t vote. Don’t let him win. VOTE. Even if your favored candidate doesn’t make it past the primaries, VOTE and keep Trump out. 

Unless you’re a Trump supporter. Then I want you to take a good, hard look at your life choices. And get some therapy. 

(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)

ANUBIS NO

revolutionary-tonaka:

knightsolaireofthesun:

roachpatrol:

roachpatrol:

kenaabik:

So I see this

and all I can think is 

this

oh my god this got so many notes

Eat shit, Ra

Why am I laughing???????

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fatgirlopinions:

allshallknowthewondr:

fatgirlopinions:

some of my biggest insecurities only became insecurities after my mother pointed them out to me and turned my characteristics into flaws.
parents, fucking watch what you say to your kids. 

I know this post is meant for women, but this.

This post is for everyone actually, no worries. Boys and other genders can definitely experience what I’m talking about in my op.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

So I’m either pleasantly drunk or pleasantly sleep deprived, but either way I feel very flushed and warm and fuzzy toward the world and humanity at large, someone should talk to me about something warm and fuzzy.

words-writ-in-starlight:

In case anyone was curious, I’ve never really…drunk alcohol before.  So I’m sitting with my best friend and our legal-to-drink buddy and they’re playing alcohol and I’m on Tumblr and making snarky remarks and between the three of us we’ve gone through most of a bottle of rum in well under an hour.  Updates will be forthcoming as events occur.

Well, I couldn’t pass a sobriety test, but then I can’t really walk in a straight line while sober anyway?  But I still seem more sober than the others, which I think is hilarious, because, on the one hand, yeah, I’ve had one less shot than them, but on the other hand I’m also supposedly a fucking lightweight (I’m fucking tiny in case you’re curious).  Also my fingers feel sort of floaty and detached which is both terrifying and kind of awesome.