Bumblebees and Blossoms, only Trees and Me... @bumblebeesandblossoms - Tumblr Blog

I like never use this tumblr anymore but i need somewhere to whine b/c tonight I got my foot shut in the bus door by the driver who refused to open it until i yelled and then came home to my roommate not watching her pot on the stove which was covered in cat hair and boiling over and wouldn’t go watch it even when i said that was dangerous so like idk I would like to not have to be the adult in this world for like 20 minutes

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Is your dad Ron Swanson? (via blooper2112)

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this is the money axe of good fortune, reblog to receive money and axes

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i’m glad they’re talking about her, but… PUT HER NAME IN YOUR TITLE.

Her name is Ifetayo Ali-Landing.

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When I was younger and more abled, I was so fucking on board with the fantasy genre’s subversion of traditional femininity. We weren’t just fainting maidens locked up in towers; we could do anything men could do, be as strong or as physical or as violent. I got into western martial arts and learned to fight with a rapier, fell in love with the longsword.

But since I’ve gotten too disabled to fight anymore, I… find myself coming back to that maiden in a tower. It’s that funny thing, where subverting femininity is powerful for the people who have always been forced into it… but for the people who have always been excluded, the powerful thing can be embracing it.

As I’m disabled, as I say to groups of friends, “I can’t walk that far,” as I’m in too much pain to keep partying, I find myself worrying: I’m boring, too quiet, too stationary, irrelevant. The message sent to the disabled is: You’re out of the narrative, you’re secondary, you’re a burden.

The remarkable thing about the maiden in her tower is not her immobility; it’s common for disabled people to be abandoned, set adrift, waiting at bus stops or watching out the windows, forgotten in institutions or stranded in our houses. The remarkable thing is that she’s like a beacon, turning her tower into a lighthouse; people want to come to her, she’s important, she inspires through her appearance and words and craftwork. In medieval romances she gives gifts, write letters, sends messengers, and summons lovers; she plays chess, commissions ballads, composes music, commands knights. She is her household’s moral centre in a castle under siege. She is a castle unto herself, and the integrity of her body matters.

That can be so revolutionary to those of us stuck in our towers who fall prey to thinking: Nobody would want to visit; nobody would want to listen; nobody would want to stay.

lagonegirl

So Tom Brady is simply the product of the same system while Charles Haley has proven himself in multiple systems.

Happy Black History Month!

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Some artists and fans had expressed concern on social media about how the musical was being cast, although no long-term casting commitments were made.

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THEY CANCELED THE WHOLE MUSICAL INSTEAD OF JUST HIRING ACTORS WHO WEREN’T WHITE

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Wow

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As much as racial diversity is a good thing, you’re not gonna find an entire cast of acting Egyptians in New York…

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do you, um… do you understand how large and diverse new york is? between 2008-2012, there were 39,000+ egyptians living in new york, new jersey, and long island. that number has probably only increased. it’s not difficult for me to imagine that many of them are either working actors or aspiring actors. and that’s just egyptian immigrants. these roles could be played by people of egyptian descent. i don’t have a statistic for you on that one, but again, new york is densely populated and very diverse. i can’t imagine it would be that difficult to find egyptian actors, especially if you put out a casting call specifically for egyptians

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Also there are tons of North African Jews for the Israelites lmao

twodotsknowwhy

I personally know off the top of my head enough multi-talented MENA Jews to fully cast a historically accurate Broadway show and you’re telling me that a massive theater company with a large budget and financial backing couldn’t pull something together with an open casting call in New York City?

Bullshit.

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imagine being this isolated from the world.

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This is one of many consequences of the whitewashing of cities like New York and LA in media, too. When shows and movies consistently portray these cities as containing 95-100% white people even in background shots (hey Fantastic Beasts, how’re you doing!), folks like @minus-three wind up genuinely convinced that that is what those cities look like.

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And people don’t look things up before speaking so they end up looking dumb as hell. The demographics of major cities are easy to find.

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vaspider

this seems like eddie izzard’s fault

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thank you carrie fisher for owning your life despite mental illness and despite addiction and despite 40 years of shaming and bullshit thank you for making it okay to talk about mental illness in a way that isn’t always fun and thank you for making it okay to be mentally ill and unashamed of it thank you for owning mental illness thank you for 60 years of telling the world to go fuck themselves if they didn’t like you thank you so much thank you thank you thank you

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Brilliant African-American women who worked at NASA, when their color and gender were not welcome,now can see their story in the movie and inspire other people to be brave and never give up!

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Hi! So I just watched "Kitten Time in Kitten Town," and I see there's a cat that bears resemblance to Viktor. The fluffy fur, one eye, and seeing that he looks rather big (but with only kittens to compare thats a bit of a stretch.) So who is this mystery cat?

That’s Luca. That he’s a big, one-eyed fluff like Viktor is kind of just a weird coincidence. When I started work on Lackadaisy, he belonged to one of my neighbors and was still binocular. They left him to his own devices outside most of the time, but he’s an unusually friendly cat and everyone in the neighborhood knew him because he was always porch-hopping for treats and pets. In 2010, he went off-grid for a time and then reappeared in my backyard, caked in blood and suffering some pretty gruesome head trauma. I opened my door to him and gaped as he stumbled inside, made his way to a toilet, climbed in and tried to drink the water with his dislocated jaw hanging uselessly. He also had a swollen face-ful of infection, which told me he’d been walking around with his injuries for at least a couple of days, uncared for. I rushed him to a vet who told me to euthanize him. So I took him to a different vet. They said, “okay - we can work with this.” That became my go-to vet clinic from that point on, and Luca became my cat. Several surgeries later, he’s got one functioning eye, a crooked jaw, a couple of teeth, a boxer’s nose, and an 8-cylinder purr. He’s also a total sweetheart (and a walking allergy attack for unfortunate visitors who immediately become the focus of his drooly lovey-dovings).

Anyway, along with all of 2016′s other shenanigans, it brought me a feral mom-cat and her six little imps. Solid black, all of them. They were camping out under a (different) neighbor’s porch. I ended up hosting them because I had the humane trap and, well, no one else here was going to deal with it. I had their mom spayed and released (I still feed her), but I couldn’t find a single rescue, no-kill or foster group that had room or who would take on a litter of feral kittens in need of human socializing. I was stuck in a position of having to either dump them at a high kill rate shelter (which I was just physically incapable of doing) or socialize them all myself and somehow find homes for them afterward.

Playing with six feral kittens and getting them to like you might sound like a giddily fun and easy thing to do but…it is not. Point of fact, it is hell. They had already learned from their mother to perceive people as predators and, unless I was motionlessly holding out some tasty morsel at arm’s length and making no eye-contact whatsoever - prostrate like a browbeaten acolyte with a meager offering of turkey - they would not let me anywhere near them. It was all hissin’ and poppin’ and hiding and literal scrambling up walls and curtains in panicked escape. I made seemingly no progress with them for the better part of two weeks. I had just recently lost Calvin, my work was suffering, I was getting no sleep, my house was a warzone strewn in cat litter shrapnel, I knew I was hopelessly in over my head, and I was feeling and functioning like the wreckage of a former human being. Aaand Luca totally saved the day.I was keeping the kittens and my own cats separate for probably obvious reasons. My cats wanted nothing to do with the interlopers anyway…except Luca, who kept insisting I allow him into the fray upstairs. He was curious, and the kittens had been de-wormed, de-flead and SNAP tested, so I relented and let him up. The kittens took to him instantaneously, all purrs, chirrs and rubs. He, in turn, was wholly tolerant of them clamoring over him, chewing on him, and playing with his tail. Most importantly, as long as he was with me, they were suddenly trusting me to interact with them. His ambassadorship got me over an enormous hurdle in the socializing process, and happily, most of them have now been adopted out. The remaining two are still his loyal fans. So am I, really.