Some Kind Of Cheese

18+ 👑 cis woman says trans rights 👑 Queen and fanfic etc oh my 👑 hot mess express tbh

[stayyysweet]

New rule: in order to leave an anon ask in my inbox you must first listen to Innuendo and bask in its magnificence. If you can’t be arsed, then clearly it’s not that important to you.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

BUT MY LOVE THIS CANNOT BEEEEEE

[goodold-fashionedloverblog]

OH SO MANY YEARS HAVE GONE, THOUGH I’M OLDER BUT A YEAR, YOUR 💥MOTHER’S EYES, 💥FROM YOUR EYES, 💥 CRY TO ME 🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

DONT YOU HEAR MY CALL THOUGH YOURE MANY YEARS AWAY DONT YOU HEAR ME CALLING YOU

[goodold-fashionedloverblog]

WRITE YOUR LETTERS IN THE SAND, FOR THE DAY I TAKE YOUR HAND IN THE LAND THAT OUR GRANDCHILDREN KNEWWWWWWW

[stayyysweet]

🎸🎸🎸

🎸🎸

[theroseses]

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I love him x

[moon101]

tumblr please stop telling me to wd40 a mouse

[longhorned]

[butchfagminotaur]

just overheard my wife spelling something on the phone and i shit you not saying the words “E as in Eeyore” i am on my hands and knees wailing screaming crying pleading and begging people to learn the NATO phonetic alphabet

[butchfagminotaur]

like the reason this exists is because none of the words sound like each other, which means that even with a terrible signal both parties should be able to clearly understand the words being spelled

i am dead serious that i believe this should be taught in school

[funnydressesweirdhairanddance]

Brian May & Roger Taylor Interview 1986 Rare on You Tube!!!

Interview before and during The Magic Tour in 1986

Random things:

-Poor Brian looking very worn out in the first bit

-Still with enviably uniform curls and MASSIVE shoulder pads

-Twitchy Roger and slightly less beat up Brian in the second bit

-Roger’s black and white Waldo look and fluffy hair

-Roger holding on to the chairmanship of the Let’s Not Sit Normally Anywhere Ever Society

-The interviewer’s hideous look (the 80s are making my eyes bleed)

[kaity--did]

Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

sometimes you do just have to lie to children.

[kaity--did]

If, when my toddler is, you know, toddling around saying “mama? Big ball?”

If I were lean down and say “unfortunately the big beach ball for some reason fills you with such an unadulterated rage that is beyond human comprehension that you scream until you pass out, so mama had to remove the beach ball from the premises until you can better regulate your emotions” she would simply stare at me like I had 3 heads full of equal betrayal.

So, for now, instead “big ball went night night!”

[kaity--did]

Please understand when I say “removed the ball from the premises” I mean I popped it in a fit of exhausted confusion. I murdered the beach ball.

See I’ve lied to you all too and it was better this way.

[inkloom]

you can’t just leave this in the tags etc.

[kaity--did]

You can’t be funnier then me on my own posts, I’m in tears from laughter

[faggotry-enjoyer]

[ID: tags: "#that wasn't a lie though the big ball did go night night #it went to the great night night that awaits us all" /end ID]

[sadclowncentral]

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

[sadclowncentral]

to the people saying this isn't safe in the tags: my dad has a engineering degree and my brother is a mechanic this is like. state sanctioned macgyvering. safe sane and consensual macgyvering. our house will not burn down. in fact, i think it has made us all better in approaching problems from all angles when they arise, which has served me well in life, especially in high stress situations.

does our hot water switch off every thirty seconds making showers an exiting exercise in counting and resilience? yes. but one time the door of the train toilet broke, trapping me inside, and i went "well i can either succumb to the panic of claustrophobia or do this family-style" and then spent twenty minutes breaking down the lock with my shoelace and the belt i was wearing. so i'll take the cold water any day

[myothertardisisonthemun]

Never have I wanted to see inside a stranger's home more

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

OP lives in a point-and-click adventure game

[pocketkris]

worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

[pocketkris]

sorry i said something dickish. a few mildly frustrating things happened to me in succession and it turned me evil

[stayyysweet]

Empathy is like a muscle.

Use it, and it grows and becomes easier to use.

Neglect it, and it atrophies and becomes harder to use when you want it.

[stayyysweet]

Maybe we can turn the country off and turn it back on again?

[stayyysweet]

It took only a few hits with the axe to understand why people came up with girdling instead

[gluttons-for-punishment]

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

thinking about places you can never go back to. places you could go back to but what would be the point. places you loved and that shaped your entire life but that will never feel the same again because you've changed so much. thinking about the places you know changing so slowly you barely even notice. thinking about leaving the only place you've ever known and when you come back it's unrecognisable. thinking about how it might have been like that even before you left. thinking about how you might never come back but you don't know where else to go and the world is so so big and frightening. thinking about how this used to be the place you were safe but now you can never ignore what you've learned and the only safe thing might be to leave

[stayyysweet]

can also think about how when you do come back you suddenly realized how much you’ve changed even though you still feel like you. and how the people you left there feel that you’re unrecognizable. they somehow expect you to grow without changing, to always have the skills and characteristics they knew you for. and how if you do this enough times you eventually feel constantly pulled between multiple places. nowhere is ever home, you’re always comparing it to somewhere else. you lose track not only of people who once meant so much to you, but eventually how you know them. ‘Did we meet in school #1? Can’t be, because I remember being in city #3 with them.’

so what to do with all this? despair? I say no.

You hang on to those who are most important. You carve out time every little while to connect with them. You talk about this with them. You compare the changes and experiences. You learn to find home, to make a home, in yourself. You learn to acknowledge the roles that people and places and things have played in your life, and let them go. Because even if you stayed, those things would eventually go. There is no way to keep things the same forever. You can be sad, of course. And you should be. For a while. But the way to survive a flood is not to stay in place and insist that the river is not permitted to flood because it never has before. To be human is to adapt. It is our defining quality as a species.

Yes, friend. I hear you. I hear your sorrow and your pain. I have felt that same sorrow. But the joys I have gained from continuing to move and grow and change have far outweighed the sorrow.

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

thinking about places you can never go back to. places you could go back to but what would be the point. places you loved and that shaped your entire life but that will never feel the same again because you've changed so much. thinking about the places you know changing so slowly you barely even notice. thinking about leaving the only place you've ever known and when you come back it's unrecognisable. thinking about how it might have been like that even before you left. thinking about how you might never come back but you don't know where else to go and the world is so so big and frightening. thinking about how this used to be the place you were safe but now you can never ignore what you've learned and the only safe thing might be to leave

[stayyysweet]

can also think about how when you do come back you suddenly realized how much you’ve changed even though you still feel like you. and how the people you left there feel that you’re unrecognizable. they somehow expect you to grow without changing, to always have the skills and characteristics they knew you for. and how if you do this enough times you eventually feel constantly pulled between multiple places. nowhere is ever home, you’re always comparing it to somewhere else. you lose track not only of people who once meant so much to you, but eventually how you know them. ‘Did we meet in school #1? Can’t be, because I remember being in city #3 with them.’

so what to do with all this? despair? I say no.

You hang on to those who are most important. You carve out time every little while to connect with them. You talk about this with them. You compare the changes and experiences. You learn to find home, to make a home, in yourself. You learn to acknowledge the roles that people and places and things have played in your life, and let them go. Because even if you stayed, those things would eventually go. There is no way to keep things the same forever. You can be sad, of course. And you should be. For a while. But the way to survive a flood is not to stay in place and insist that the river is not permitted to flood because it never has before. To be human is to adapt. It is our defining quality as a species.

Yes, friend. I hear you. I hear your sorrow and your pain. I have felt that same sorrow. But the joys I have gained from continuing to move and grow and change have far outweighed the sorrow.

[rushingheadlong]

Brian May performing “Seven Seas of Rhye” with Queen on Top of the Pops

(March 1974)

[killerqueenofficial]

I'm so extremely serious when I say doctors should be put through an extremely extensive reliscensing process every 10 years. Doctors should have their knowledge scrutinized against current medical research and be de-barred at even the tiniest discrepancy. Too many old doctors absolutely refuse to stay up to date on research and dismiss patients because of their personal experiences. Too many people die every year because doctors don't take us seriously and refuse to listen to people who KNOW something is wrong. Too many people are told their problems are nothing and come back in a year or more with serious illnesses and doctors are just like "lol everyone makes mistakes" but doctors mistakes routinely cost people their lives! I'm tired of medical malpractice being swept away under the guise of "mistakes were made."

[a-brokenteenpoet]

If lawyers have to take 20-30 hours of continuing law education classes every single year, doctors should have to go through a reliscencing process every 10.

[kelpforestdwellers]

10 years is not remotely frequent enough, given the pace of medical research.