the one thing about american gods that i’m
liking is that all the gods who are supposed to be black are black AND dark skinned. like i shouldn’t be happy over a tv show meeting basic casting requirements but still it’s nice.
(via slyrider)
Can we normalize the idea that women can have deep voices? please??
Especially for trans women who feel gross or out of place for their deep voice.Please, break the standard that all women have high pitched, perfect, feminine voices.
My car got towed on NYE, so after unsuccessfully trying every number programmed into my phone, I called my dad’s ass up at 2 AM to pick up myself and my friends to go get my vehicle out of impound (my dad is awesome. More on that later.)
Included in my group of friends was my friend Anna who had recently come forward as trans. She had very recently started presenting as a woman, and was pretty insecure in it, and had never met my father previously, so it wasn’t as though I had time to brief him on the situation. Anna was pretty shy during the whole ride, tucked in the back and letting her friends talk over her. She only spoke up after I had gotten my car back, thanking him for helping out.
The next day, I called to thank him for that night, and he asked me who was the girl with the deep voice. At first my heart sink in my guts, but without missing a beat, he started raving about how he LOVED her voice. He listed off a few actresses from his day who had had very deep voices, and how he adored it, and that kind of slow sultry speaking had been fading more and more as pop culture pushed for childish voices in women.
Your deep voice is gorgeous trans friends (and cis friends too.) it is warm and low and smooth like honey and perfect in every way. It is smoldering and evocative and absolutely beautiful.
(Source: lethargiclesbian, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
jesus could absolutely, unequivocally beat the shit out of richard dawkins. i’m not saying he would, just that he absolutely could. like, round one knockout, whole fight uploaded to vine, embarrassing. dawkins’ feeble, mortal body crumbling to the mat. he finally saw jesus, but never saw those hands coming. richard dawkins searching for god while he’s in la-la land. no fucking chance for old man honeyjars. down for the count as the entire arena converts to christianity on the spot
the greatest excerpt of our generation
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
Anonymous asked: do u ever cry abt space rovers bc we sent them out there to d i e
Okay, I mean, on the one hand yes.
But on the other hand, like.
Do you ever sit back on your hands and look up at the stars and think about how we put little pieces of ourselves in space rovers and sent them up there to explore.
About how humanity could have named them anything and we called them Curiosity and Voyager and searching-words and traveling-things.
About how we crave exploration and learning and newness so much that we taught them to do the same, to seek knowledge and answers all their lives–because that’s all we do, you know, we have our little batteries going boom in our chests and we learn and grow and travel as much as we can before our batteries run down.
About how we put a Golden Record of information from Earth in a ship and sent it out, just on the random off chance that someone would find it, and people added greetings and kind words and “please come find us, because we’re alone in this endless black and you might be alone too and maybe we can be not-alone with each other,” and then we entrusted it to one of these things that we had made.
About how space rovers are each a message in a bottle, the best and most curious part of humanity, the part of ourselves that we hope is at our core, the part of ourselves that we believe is the most worthy.
About how we filled them up with our souls.
Because sometimes I think about that, and then I really cry.
- Me after focusing on something like the bare minimum amount for a neurotypical person: "I dunno maybe im not really adhd"
- Me being left alone in the doctors office for 30 minutes: *dicks around with medical supplies and rubber gloves, spins in the spinny chair, plays the Floor is Lava game, breaks a pen*
- Me: "hmm. Maybe i was wrong."
lava is so good and creamy I wanna slurp it up
I’m not a geologist but I think you should maybe not slurp lava
(Source: earthstory, via starwarsisgay)
everybody always makes the marauders out to be super cool and suave but dude
they had codenames
they named their own friendship group
as far as i can tell only aBSOLUTE DORKLORDS DO THAT
how much do you wanna bet the entirety of hogwarts refused to call them ‘the marauders’ and they got all grumpy abt it
The entire exchange between them all during their 5th year exam also attests to this.
1. He’s sitting in my chair 2. He’s wearing my clothes 3. His names remus Lupin??
That’s not even funny ! but they all laughed. And they’ve known he’s a werewolf for how many years at that point? 3? I can’t get over it lolol it is absolutely dorky.Sirius and James wore matching Phoenix shirts while riding the motorbike together.
Elvendorks.
In addition (and I will categorically never get over this) sixteen year old James Potter doodling Lily’s initials in a love heart on his DADA OWL exam?
And for god’s sake, they dedicated a significant chunk of their free time to drawing their entire school (and not just any school- Hogwarts, the most convoluted building anywhere ever) and enchanting it to keep track of every single person, not to mention the fucking stairs and the walls that move. This map can see people under the Invisibility Cloak, doesn’t give two shits about Polyjuice Potion.
They were gi-fucking-gantic dorks. You can bet that their dorm room had more advanced textbooks in it than any other in the castle. You can bet that their homework (despite often likely being done a little close to the line) will nine times out of ten be twice as many inches as they were asked for including moving, colour coded diagrams and insanely complex theory on how to improve the effects of said spell or potion, potential applications that literally no-one would have thought of.
Like the very fact that they’re canonically fucking mischief makers of the calibre of Fred and George, the fact that they caused trouble that way is just textbook behaviour for a lot of really really bright kids? They were goddamn geniuses, and they were bloody bored 90% of the time, so they pushed themselves. Acing transfiguration? No problem, let’s become Animagi to help our best mate. Ancient Runes way bellow our skill level? Fine, we’ll use a combination of that, arithmancy and charms to make a map that tracks people all over the castle.
They were absolute nerd kings, and I sodding well love it.
I’ve always felt that a lot of fandom doesn’t fully appreciate the scale of the work they had to do to become Animagi by fifth year.
Like, they supposedly found out about Remus some time during their second year, right? And it’s meant to take years of study to become an Animagus.
But it’s more than just that. Before they could even begin the Animagus part of the process, they had to attain a NEWT-level of understanding of Transfiguration.
They didn’t just do the Animagus stuff, oh no. These little nerdlords steamed through their entire Transfiguration curriculum for the next 6 and a half years of schooling, and then did something that was meant to take ‘years of study’ on top of that.
All in about three and a half years.
Utter genius nerds.
thank you. so so tired of seeing Snape v/s the Marauders posited as nerd v/s jock, and/or Sirius written as not!smart
(via fandom-adoration)
- <p> <b></b></p><p> <b>Random Assailant:</b> [grabs Rachel] We walk out of here unharmed or the girl gets it, all right?</p><p></p><b></b> [Marco sniggers]<p></p><b>Jake:</b> I hope you're not going to kill anyone.<p></p><b>Random Assailant:</b> That's up to us!<p></p><b>Jake:</b> Sorry, was I talking to you?<p></p><p></p>
- Cassie: you will machete through this!!
- Cassie: *make it
- Cassie: fuck please don't machete your way through this
- Rachel: too late
