Sunflowers in the Rain

[thememedaddy]

[windflowerfairy]

The Fairy Way by Margaret Winifred Tarrant

[teaboot]

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

[teaboot]

Well-to-do finance manager with tidy shoes: "Why hello, sweetheart. Can you say 'hi'? Aren't you cute. Are you on a trip with your mom?"

4 year old me: why must we do this

Fantastic old woman in the leopard print coat: "Why yes, my tooth IS real silver! Nobody ever asks me that. Do you like cats?"

4 year old me, suddenly paying attention: Finally, A Person Of Intellect

[elbiotipo]

I think one big reason why we don't consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.

For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I'm lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don't get that at all with modern light pollution.

When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.

[iridescent-sunshine]

I've never met anyone who's issues with transgender people couldn't be solved by minding their own business.

[wizardarchetypes]

was trying to board a plane in dublin and i naively put a big giant fossil from the beach in my carry-on bc my checked luggage was so close to being overweight. the security person pulled my bag aside to search and they held it up to their coworker and said, "are you kidding me? who brings something like this?" so I said, "sorry, that's mine" and they looked embarrassed bc they didn't realize I was standing right there hahaha. they got more mild and said, "sorry, but you can't bring big rocks on airplanes. because you could, you know" (here they mimed bashing someone's head in with the rock) "bash someone's head in."

and i said "yeah well i definitely don't want to bash anyone's head in. but i understand." and then another passenger having their bag searched beside me was laughing like "did that even occur to you? bashing someone's head in?" and i was like i think we're all saying "bashing someone's head in" a lot right now. and getting really evocative about it for some reason.

[audkitty]

I went on a month-long excavation in Mongolia around 8 years ago, and 2 days before I was supposed to fly home I had gone to dinner where they accidentally ran my credit card for $100 more than they meant to. The compromise was to hand me change in the local currency. So the next day I spend all that money on souvenirs for my family.

At the airport I find out my bag is overweight.

The check-in lady doesn’t know English. I don’t know Mongolian.

I open my suitcase. I pull out my camping blanket. I pull out my body pillow (shaped like a 5-foot-long mahi mahi). I am still over the weight limit.

Through a translation app she suggests moving any textbooks into my carry-on.

I don’t have any books but I shuffle things around. I am still over the weight limit.

I reach into my bag. Pull out my tool kit with all my archaeology things. Pull out a hammer. Place it on the check in counter.

The lady looses it.

She can’t stop laughing at my Mary Poppins-like clown car of a suitcase.

Everything goes back into the bag except the hammer and the blanket. I am finally under the weight limit.

I fold the blanket and keep it in my arms. I slide the hammer over to her and smile. She starts laughing again, but takes my bag and waves me through.

I think about her sometimes, and wonder if she still thinks about the crazy American woman who brought a giant fish pillow and a hammer on vacation.

[rogue-rook]

I’m so emo about parker and hardison and eliot being so solitary and they always work alone and they never are part of teams and “one show only, no encores” and then they meet nate and each other and immediately want to work together forever. parker doesn’t trust other people but she trusts and cares and loves hardison and eliot.

eliot has literally killed people and things he’s going to be on his own forever but then gets these two pseudo little siblings who he’s responsible for, and he’s totally cool with parker practically sitting in his lap and jumping out of windows on top of him and hardison babbling in geek in his ear and he has a special handshake with hardison. and hardison was always the most adjusted of the three but finally has people around him that respect what he does and care about his nerdy references and trusts him to do his job

hardison’s the first one to say they’re a little more than a team and eliot thinks hardison’s the smartest person he’s ever known and parker is finally able to figure out emotions bc of hardison and eliot. the rundown job is everything 2 me because the three of them can handle themselves without nate and sophie if they have to, and they can work together as a three-person team and rely on each other to do something as big as stopping a terrorist attack, because they’re family. this show took them from “one show only, no encores” to “for better or worse, we change together" 

[just-a-bird-in-a-cage]

An unforseen symptom of fatphobia is the rampant, societal belief that since you're fat, you must be eating enough. That no matter how little you eat in a day, in a week, that it must simply be enough.

Zoom in on me, a person having to take a handful of vitamins every day because they're deficient in literally everything because they only eat roughly one(1) meal a day. And yet, I'm still over weight. So it must be enough, right?

[fatphobiabusters]

Being fat means telling your OBGYN that you're starving for 12 hours a day due to suicidal ideation and an eating disorder, and your OBGYN telling you to keep starving yourself but for "health instead of mood."

Being fat means you can't ever be in line at a food pantry without somebody commenting "How could you be hungry?"

Being fat means being locked out of anorexia recovery by society and by the mental health field itself, to the point that you're not even allowed to be diagnosed with anorexia if you're fat. No, you have "atypical anorexia." Normal anorexics are thin.

Hm? The disorder is literally the exact same minus the fatness? Eating disorders are behavioral disorders, not weight disorders? Yeah, I wish facts mattered too.

-Mod Worthy

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[departmentq]

[gandalfsbignaturals]

learning to notice an absence of people of color is crazy. you start seeing it everywhere. ill see a random pic of characters or people or whatever and be like "these are all white people. why"

[kuttithevangu]

The thing about the moon is maybe you don’t need to write a poem about the moon. The moon’s been done, we’ve discussed it. It’s a coin a mirror an eye a lantern in the darkness. It’s a rock in space. It’s the dang moon we’ve all seen it! Is there something you can notice that’s is more surprising than the moon???

[creekfiend]

[homey-worshiper]

hestia's fire burns ice

[fibro-memes]

[dailycatsblog]

[boomer-mythology-destroyer]

[assignedmale]