Do you think Naomi Novik ever looks at AO3
sees some incest mpreg
and whispers to herself “I never wanted this.”
No. :)
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Do you think Naomi Novik ever looks at AO3
sees some incest mpreg
and whispers to herself “I never wanted this.”
No. :)
Can you hear the deer deterrent (high pitched screeching, not the low rumble) in this video? I was on a house tour and was the only one out of dozens of people who could hear it, it drove me insane. I’m assuming it’s more audible to younger folks?
Can you hear the deer deterrent?
Yes, age under 25
No, age under 25
Yes, age 26-40
No, age 26-40
Yes, age 40+
No, age 40+
See Results/Vanilla Extract
I am nearly 50, expected not to, still very much did. I haven't been near a CRT in... a while, but I used to be able to hear TV static as well, to my at-the-time 50ish father's great confusion.
Now I think maybe it's not just natural aging but in fact just hearing damage that I have accidentally avoided.
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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
Game of Fire in the John
And OP is exactly right, and this is what feminists meant when they said, almost 40 years ago, "men need feminism too." Specifically, what men needed for ourselves was what the consciousness-raising movement of second-wave feminism was largely about: examining feminine gender roles of our society, both the mandatory performances they had to do, and the banned actions they couldn't do, and still be considered feminine, and weed out, refuse to go along with, the ones that were actually hurting them and/or the people around them.
Easiest example: mandatory makeup standards for women, from the '40s through the late '60s, included lead-based makeup and once women refused to wear it, the makeup companies were forced to reformulate less poisonous makeup. Some things they just refused to go back to, to this day. The reason you don't hear the term "toxic femininity" as often now is that they spent a decade, maybe decade and a half debating and then throwing out a lot of that, in small groups of friends and neighbors.
And when they suggested that toxic masculinity was hurting men, and the people around us, what we got instead was what I call "Fire in the John." Y'know, Iron John, Fire in the Belly, and The Game. We told each other that the problem with toxic masculinity wasn't that some of the societal standards for masculine performance were hurting us, hurting our families, hurting our friends. It was that we weren't doing them hard enough, that we needed to double down on all of those standards but even more so or else everybody would lose respect for us.
"Deaths of despair," much?
And now Hollywood and the advertising industry have figured out how to sell really self-abusive diet pills, anorexia, and all the horrors of '60s and '70s women's diet culture to young men. So it remains to seen: will men actually do something like the old consciousness-raising circles and support each other in boycotting the most poisonous of this bullshit? Or at least another generation of "Fire in the John" doubling down?
I'm a sick, weak, tired old man. I doubt I'll live to see the answer. But the insecurity industry is a fraud, guys; stop being so fucking gullible.
My friend really changed once she became a vegetarian
its like ive never seen herbivore
i sighed so loud my mom asked me if i was okay and she’s two rooms away
i dont care if monday sucks... tuesday cost me sixty bucks... wednesday thursday give no fucks. it's friday im a duck
the sewing machine is a delicate breed of horse
update: i’ve made it through the user manual and have sewn myself a cravat. the sewing machine is a delicate breed of horse with anger in its motion and spite in its heart.
favorite type of word: names of genres that tell you nothing without context. literary fiction. popular music. interactive fiction. lets invent a new genre called experiencable media
oh I know how to make a poll's results look like the letter E watch this
what is the rightmost digit of the number of responses this poll has right now? (it should be visible before you vote.)
0, 1, or 2
3
4 or 5
6
7, 8, or 9
Oh, so when YOU grab a Danish for a quick snack, it's a guilt-free, tasty little treat. But when I, Grendel,
okay I know this is sportsball but just watch it, trust me
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COPS CAN’T TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN’T DO WITH MY PUSSY
That’s not a cop, that’s a paramedic. Arguably the opposite of a cop.
Look, I know facile trope inversion is for weenies, but I still really want to see a JRPG-style game where the shouty teenage boy who gives long speeches about the power of friendship is the fragile healer and the girl with the gentle piano-and-strings theme song and self-sacrificing “must save everyone” attitude is the melee tank. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here.
I’m not even being ironic – I honestly think it would work better that way. Like, let’s put power-of-friendship boy in a position where he actually needs to rely on his friends to get anything done, rather than just talking about how they’ve inspired him while he solos the final boss. And as for Little Miss Messiah Complex, well, tell me you can’t perfectly picture how the standard tank protagonist move where you intercept a blow meant for a critically wounded party member, facetank a fucktillion points of damage, then get back up again with one hit point and a voice quip about how the baddies will have to do better than that would play out under her idiom. You can see it, right?
People in the notes are looking at the second one saying “that’s just She-Ra, that’s just–” no, it isn’t. Gentle piano-and-strings theme song, remember? It’s essential that each archetype’s stock personality remain intact, and only the role changes.
She’s sweet. She’s humble. She wears homespun dresses and grows pretty flowers in her free time. She has that vibe that says “I’m going to die halfway through the game to make my boyfriend sad”, except that doesn’t happen, because the baddies don’t have a big enough gun.
I want to see the obligatory scene where the bad guy’s army is burning down her Beloved Peasant Village™, and she’s standing between the evil commander and a group of soulful orphans, begging with tears in her eyes for him to see that there’s already been enough death – except when he callously rejects her entreaties and moves to backhand her out of the way, she catches his armoured fist mid-swing, without even the faintest tremor of effort, and in a tone of infinite patience informs him: “You misunderstand, sir: it’s not our lives I’m pleading for.”
And then she punches people until all the soldiers run away and feels conflicted about it afterwards.
Ok so this post is 2020 but I was looking at my old reblogs and I’m obsessed with this so have a concept doodle
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das a doogy not a shoop. i know this to be true
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the music is almost as good as that visual
Turn the sound on! You will not be disappointed, people!
FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD, UNMUTE!!!!
n years later this is still one of my favorite videos
(Getting swindled by a genie) it’s like talking to a fucking tumblr user with you
the genie: how dare you say I'm fucking a tumblr user