Here Have Some Sparkles

Have a nice day, folks!

[changelingfangs]

I realize that's what's missing from "queer" gear these days.

The absolute pride in being a God damned freak. In being something society saw as wrong.

It's all uwu you're valid and society should accept you

Like no fuck your society. Your society is bullshit and relies on oppression to create its "norms". I don't want societal norms expanded to include me. I want to blow those structures the fuck up

[dragonwolfcrane]

yeah like when people say “normalise” about everything and I’m like, I don’t care how normal it is, I just want people to stop being punished for being weird. We can either attempt to normalise everything one by one, or we can do the whole thing in one fell swoop of “so what if it is weird? Nothing wrong with a bit of weird”

[fierceawakening]

"I don’t care how normal it is, I just want people to stop being punished for being weird."

[luckyladylily]

To normalize: bring something into the in group of society.

To queer: Accept and spread the idea that the in-group/outgroup division needs to be dismantled.

[athenasdragon]

professors who have only interacted with other academics for years: “what do you MEAN you don’t know multi-variable calculus yet??”

professors with small kids: “thank you for not putting the lab equipment in your mouths when I turn my back”

[athenasdragon]

Bringing this back to share that one time I slept through part of a zoom meeting with my PhD advisor (who has a toddler) and he told me it was fine, that just meant I was a good sleeper

[eilooxara]

Professors who work with graduate students: if you finish the multivariate calculus work this week you can put one (1) piece of lab equipment in your mouth

[that-lesbian-writer-deactivated]

Once had a professor whose previous career was giving educational zoo tours to children, so he’d say stuff like, “now let’s meet our friend, acidic keratin!”

[gomi-chandesu]

in high school I was in the child development class where we ran the preschool. Class ended and I moved onto the next class, an art class. Sit down next to my friend who was working on a serious piece and casually asked for my thoughts on it, looking for serious critique.

Preschool mode had not turned off so I looked at it, clapped my hands and said “WOW Really great work! Amazing!”, in that same kind of voice you’d say to a toddler who presented you with a random scribble on a piece of paper.

Friend loved the reaction at least lmao.

[ghost--bot]

hey i saw these tags and i think i’m about to kiss you on the mouth rn

[marzipanandminutiae]

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

[tied-up-teacup]

Tell me how you got your scars in the tags

[marisatomay]

i’m so sick of writers who proudly proclaim that they don’t really read and directors and actors and other filmmakers who smugly say that they rarely watch movies or any artist who acts like an audience is stupid for connecting with their work like what the fuck is wrong with you that you hold such contempt such derision for the art that you have chosen to make the art that so many people dream of the opportunity to make the art that brings meaning and connection to people’s lives it’s unbelievably disrespectful to both your audience and the art-form and if you can’t muster basic admiration for your art-form then kindly fuck off and do something else

[millenianthemums]

sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute

[morriganwarrior]

Years back, I was working at a specialty store, and we got this HUGE crate of plushy toys. They were all insanely cute and squishy. I knew kids would go nuts for them, as it was the first week of December, so parents and grandparents often had kids with them while shopping for furniture, lamps, cooking equipment, lights, etc.

One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.

So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.

It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.

I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.

My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.

That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.

My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.

Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.

Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.

So yes. Plushies are made for one purpose. To be hugged and loved. To be a comfort.

[dwarvishring]

ian mckellen directed these movies actually

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Ian McKellen was not going to stand idly by and allow these movies to be heterosexual <3

[youngavengersfeels]

[baptizm-deactivated20200524]

GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PL–

[serialreblogger]

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stay tuned for the resolution

[bunbunxian]

THIS IS WHAT I WAS TELLING EARLIER

A.FUCKI G.REAL LIFE LWJ. A fkn modern wangxian au this is crazy

[esmew9785]

[ashes-0f-phoenix]

PLEASE GO ON REDDIT AND CHECK THE UPDATES!!!!

THERE’S MOOOORE

[tlhrfanfic]

This is a hell of a ride but this is the Queer romance of arranged Marraige actually turning romance and ahhh i love it so much

GOOD FOR THEM!

[lostsometime]

this is adorable but i’m still just stuck on ‘he keeps crawling into my lap and cuddling and nuzzling me, but i can’t tell if he LIKES ME-likes me, please help’

dude

[jumpingjacktrash]

if you read romances and think “no one is that oblivious in real life” i have some news for you my friend

[linkspooky]

THE BAT FAMILY vs THE TODOROKI FAMILY

So I thought I’d do something different this week, and compare the Dabi and Todoroki family plot as a whole to it’s likely inspiration, the Death in the Family and Under the Red Hood arcs, and the character of Jason Todd. The sidekick and son of a hero dies tragically in his youth, only to make a return from the dead years later as a villain to challenge his father. Sound familiar? 

Here’s a look at how two similiar stories are told in slgihtly different meidums (comic book vs manga) more underneath the cut. 

Keep reading

[csny]

found these fish animations id draw in middle school during class

[jb-blunk]

in this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief . why would you withhold that. do you remember what a little relief feels like? it feels like a lot

[useless-catalanfacts]

You know how fantasy worlds are almost always based on (mostly Central and Northern) European Medieval aesthetic and folklore?

For a while I’ve been thinking that if we had a fantasy world made here, it would be interesting to have it be inspired by Modernisme (the Catalan artistic movement from the late 19th century - early 20th century). I mean, look at this and tell me it doesn’t have potential:

Interior of the Sagrada Família basilica, Barcelona. The stained glass in different sides of the temple are different colours, so the light changes colour depending on the hour of the day. (Photo sources x x)

Illa de la Discòrdia, Barcelona. x

Benches in Parc Güell (Barcelona), made with the “trencadís”, the typical mosaic used in many of Antoni Gaudí’s works (he’s one of the most famous Modernist architects, and one of the most famous Catalan architects of all times too). x

A hall in Hospital de Sant Pau, Barcelona. x

Ceiling of Palau de la Música Catalana, a concert hall in Barcelona.

Lots of these things. This one is in Argentona (Catalonia, too). x

And fashion would be like this:

Stained glass in Cerdanyola, Catalonia. x

Illustrations by Gaspar Camps.

More stained glass, now in Museu del Modernisme, Barcelona. x

Modernist jewels by Lluís Masriera (I’ve talked about Modernist jewels in this previous post). x

Even the furniture:

x

Interior of Casa Amatller in Barcelona. x.

Even in wood looked pretty.

x

And lots of cool windows inspired by nature!

And from outside

Olot, Catalonia. x.

And of course all kinds of windows. Light is important!

Torre Bellesguard. x.

Barcelona. x.

This ceiling in Palau Güell with holes to let light in. x.

And this lamp?? Also in Palau Güell. x.

Everything would have to be very curvy.

Casa Milà, Barcelona. x.

And shops

This bakery in Palma, Mallorca. x.

And I won’t begin with the tiles to not make the post longer…

What do you think?

And for people from other countries, what element in your culture do you think a fantasy world could be based on, aesthetically?

Update: so I talked about tiles.

[adampvrrish]

not to be a cunt but the way people seem to write books now by cherry picking favorite tropes and character cliches and mashing them together with a basic overplayed plot.. and then it's marketed online and even in physical book stores literally just by describing the book by its trope usage and people eat it up like slay fake dating or gay enemies to lovers 😍 like okay but what is the book ABOUT is the writing good what's the plot what's the message? they're all soulless and like bioengineered to be immediate bestsellers with zero depth

[ms-demeanor]

My cousin just asked if she could come over and pick up the clocks that she left here because she and her husband don’t have any way to tell time at her house except by looking at their phones.

Maybe this is *extremely dyscalculic* of me but are you fucking kidding me do people actually use analogue clocks in their homes to tell time?

[ms-demeanor]

I get that this used to be pretty much the only way to accurately tell time, but the idea of using an analogue clock as a timepiece instead of a decoration seems nuts to me.

(I *can* tell time I just need about 45 seconds and a straight edge)

[thebibliosphere]

Makes sense if the power goes out? Or maybe they’re just trying to rely on phones less. Could never be me, but I guess that’s helpful for some people.

[gallusrostromegalus]

As a chronic Phone-Misplacer, I understand the need for superfluous clocks.

What I do not understand is the need for wall clocks when Literally every single appliance I own has a clock built into it?

The microwave has a clock.

The oven has a clock.

The thermostat has a clock.

The screensaver on the TV is a clock.

The radio is a clock.

There’s a clock in the car, that is also a radio!

The washer and dryer both have clocks,

The cat’s food robot has a clock.

There’s several clocks in my laptop, at least one of which is always visible.

The computers of the other people in the house ALSO have clocks, and those are typically visible

Sure, most of these would turn off if the power went out, but in case that happens THE CARBON MONOXIDE ALARM HAS A CLOCK. AND THAT SHIT NEVER TURNS OFF.

I am SURROUNDED by all manner of digital time-reporting devices, and I cannot fathom the need for one that keeps you up all night TICKING.

[error-404-fuck-not-found]

first off, not all of them tick. some are completely soundless.

second, all those digital clocks must be set manually by hitting a button or two about six thousand times with the exception of the laptop and phone, which are synced to a satellite - and let’s be real here, you are not setting the clocks precisely because it is so annoying. especially if you live in a place where the power blips sometimes. a piercing screech and suddenly all your appliance clocks are flashing 12:00 or 00:00. you’re not fixing that shit. they don’t even keep good time. my car clock runs fast and there’s no point in fixing it because it’ll just be wrong again in a day’s time.

i don’t always want to be looking at my phone. there are times where i don’t want my phone there or won’t have hands free to turn on the display, like cooking - where timing is super important!

analog clocks are incredibly useful for their use of spacial organization, to the point that even small children can conceptualize the passage of time with greater ease, because it’s presented as a sliver of the pie instead of a jumble of numbers. you can also tell time without needing to be able to read numbers whatsoever. even low-vision folks can keep up if the hands are big enough and contrast with the clock face. the same cannot be said of digital. i’ve lost count of how many times the digital clock has fooled me into thinking i’ve got time for something but the analog clock would have given my brain a better picture of just how little time i had before a meeting or a show starting.

going a bit further on the same idea, think about the age at which one learns math. say it’s 11:48 and you have something you need to leave alone for exactly 15 minutes, and you’re a kindergartner. you have not learned much in the way of math yet. adding numbers and then doing the subtraction of the hour mark means you’re attempting (48+15)-60=? when school isn’t even having you attempt 4+7 yet. but you sure as shit can figure out “the long boi makes it a quarter of the way around the circle :)”. the digital clock is not your friend unless you are constantly doing mental math and fine with that.

and yeah, they keep time when the power goes out.

just say you never learned how to read one properly and can’t wrap your head around the concept of breaking down hours into easily-comprehensible smaller chunks. don’t be mean to analog clocks when they’re out here doing it like nobody else

[gayroytheory]

i keep forgetting mustang is like 10 yrs younger than basically everyone else colonel or above. no wonder olivier hates his guts he’s fucking 12 years old

[gayroytheory]

this is an old post but im rewatching and people keep saying it!!! roy’s a fucking child and everyone hates him its hilarious

[hellenhighwater]

Roy hires Ed specifically to have someone even younger than him running around being a problem.

[lostindarkplaces]

I went out to the country! And you know what I found! An Even Younger Asshole!!! He’s like half my age and twice the trouble!!! I HIRED HIM IMMEDIATELY!!!!! YOU CAN THANK ME WHENEVER!!!!

[dairogo]

Ed, the youngest punk, is beloved by the military elders simply because finally Roy gets a taste of his own medicine. They’re like work-grandparents to him, in their eyes.

[nazumichi]

ok in the tags, where were you/what were you doing when the queen died

[ao3commentoftheday]

give yourself the gift of reading your own fic. it was literally written just for you.

[ao3commentoftheday]

This post is getting a lot of reblogs with sentiments like, "when I do that all I see are the typos/mistakes" or "when I try, all I do is cringe" and I want people who feel that way to take a moment and reflect on why that is.

Do you cringe when you read someone else's story? Do you wince when you see a typo in someone else's work? Or are you holding yourself to a higher standard than you expect from others?

Perfectionism can be insidious. It creeps its way into our thoughts without us even noticing it. Perfectionism also leads to dissatisfaction and feelings of shame or guilt when we perceive ourselves as failing or feeling like an imposter when we experience a success.

I also used to wince when I saw a typo in something I posted online. Even now, if I notice a typo after I hit post here on tumblr, I'll edit the post in the hopes that the typo won't go far. But I also know that people will still understand what I mean to say, even if I messed up a word or two in the middle somewhere. Trusting my audience to understand me goes a long way to freeing myself from the shame of making a mistake.

I've also joked on here that "typos are just me adding enrichment to my readers' enclosure." I'm just memeing, but it's also an attitude that helps me worry less. Anyone who judges me for a typo isn't someone I'm going to enjoy spending time with and everyone else who might spot it is just getting a little bonus activity in with their read.

It can be really hard to love yourself, so start with finding compassion for yourself first. Forgive yourself the little mistakes. Be as understanding to yourself as a kind reader would be.

You write good stuff, and I hope someday you'll be able to enjoy it as much as the rest of us do.

[yuusaris]

I'm gunna speak slightly adjacent to OPs point for a second and say if something does bother you?

You can change it.

No one and nothing is stopping you for retroactively fixing your typos or little sentences. Those are so miniscule. It's your work. You can do literally anything with it. I edit my stuff in post all the fucking time if I'm like 'ooh, thats the wrong word', not because it matters but because it doesn't.