banjos and backseats

"I am your hills, I will sing your song."

[greggaraki]

i wrote this

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me: [facedown on the floor] listen everything is totally fine

[iraffiruse]

[gracewillcarryme]

I promised you a queer church history post, and I am here to deliver.

So Brigham Young, the second President of the Church, had no shortage of children. One of these children was named Brigham Morris Young.

Brigham Morris was born and died in Salt Lake. He served two missions - both in the Hawaiian Islands. He married the daughter of another early LDS Prophet (Lorenzo Snow), Armeda Snow. Oh, and he was one of the co-founders of the Young Men program in the church.

Okay, Steph, why is this interesting to Queerstake? Son of a Prophet is an RM, married a daughter of a different Prophet, makes mark on the church. Who cares?

Because, dear friends. Brigham Morris Young also went by Madame Pattirini.

There. Proof that gender non-conforming members are nearly as old as the church itself. That fitting into gender roles is not a necessity to be a disciple of Christ and a contributing member to His church. You are you, and Heavenly Father knows and loves you, and that’s what matters.

(Also I’m sure Brother Brigham was thrilled that his son was performing in falsetto wearing dresses. Which makes me laugh.)

[honeybottledrip]

this is the funniest fucking thing i have ever seen in my life

[hungwy]

*spins my clothes in a wet metal tube then bakes them in a different metal tube to undo the wetness*

[friskafriskito]

in literature this is called defamiliarization so congrats this post is officially a literary masterpiece  

[hungwy]

In my house its called laundry! Thank you!

[ironmaidenhead]

like star wars is always getting snubbed at the oscars but by next year no one is going to remember half of the movies that won while in a thousand years archeologists are going to assume r2-d2 and c-3po are religious iconography

[lovelustquotes]

[rootsgrowdeeper]

my MAN

[bevcrushes]

That’s it. That’s the show. 

[tastefullyoffensive]

This is impressively accurate. (via sunbolts)

[chrystalized-deactivated2017070]

[yesterdaysprint]

The Daily Times, New Philadelphia, Ohio, April 23, 1924

[yesterdaysprint]

The Daily Times, New Philadelphia, Ohio, April 7, 1924

[slothgender-backup]

1920s shitposting

[nocountryforoldjetpacks]

[unclefather]

Just had a child say “circumcise me, captain!” And his mom smacked him in the back of the head and said “I’m so sorry I don’t know where he heard that I don’t even know if he knows what that means” and I’m thinking about how kids are just walking shitpost generators

[brigwife-deactivated20240426]

I don’t know what it is about Star Wars but even if it’s not your biggest fandom, it still has the funniest memes by a long shot I mean “look at all the fucks i give anakin” and “your poncho is a piece of junk” and anakin hates sand it’s all just 1000% pure class

[brigwife-deactivated20240426]

YOU CAN’T BEAT THIS SHIT

[80slesbiab]

[thebootydiaries]

It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 

That changes today. 

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 

Suddenly, silence. 

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice. 

He is moved. 

“Aight”.

[thebootydiaries]

My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”.

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.

“Kk.”