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@strangeetudes
Every once in a while (aka, all the damn time) I think about the Wyatt-Ziegler-Seaborn clan and my headcanons melt away all the bad in the world.
( @strangeetudes this is your doing! <333)
Mate, I want to write them a NOVEL so effing badly. I am trying. They’re still in my heart, forever and ever.
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it’s about a minute until the official exit poll is released for the UK general election.
i am watching ‘100,000 airplanes’ in an attempt to either dull the pain or force my brain to write fic instead of worry intensely about the future of my country.
we’re up to pie. me and toby both need some.
How Introverts Make Friends
- online
- an extrovert found them, liked them, and adopted them
10 songs / 10 mutuals
@thatmysticbafflingwonder tagged me :)
1. I Who Have Nothing - Shirley Bassey, as arranged by The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain
2. Staying Power - Queen
3. Journey of the Sorcerer - The Eagles (or as I think of it, the title music for the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy radio show)
4. Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran
5. Velcro Fly - ZZ Top
6. The Bad in Each Other - Feist
7. Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode
8. Strange Charm - Hank Green
9. Mad About You - Sting (the long version from The Living Sea soundtrack)
10. The Gift - Annie Lennox
I r tag: @blackeyedgirl-writes, @mihrsuri, @captivamoon, @kangeiko, @andreyisnthere, @alylublah, @allofthestuffandthings, and, um, anyone else who wants to do it?
hey.
you have staying power in people’s lives. I’ll say it again: you have staying power in people’s lives.
you exist. you have a presence in your best friend’s life. you have impacted their life. you exist to them regardless of whether or not you’re in contact with them at this very second. in the course of their day, they will see things that can (and have) reminded them of you. they think about you. they miss you when you’re not there.
you’re not a nebulous creature that has no sway in another person’s life. no, my treasure, you are a person who is full of personality, light, love and interests shared in common with the people you most care about.
I know what you feel, but I promise you.
You matter, objectively, to the people who love you. They’re not going to forget about you. You are not disposable.
i needed to hear this tonight. thank you.
Four decades of feminism later I am reading the comedian Angela Barnes’ blog. “I am ugly, and I am proud,” she writes. She goes on to say: “The fact is I don’t see people in magazines who look like me. I don’t see people like me playing the romantic lead or having a romantic life.” At the top of the blog is a picture of Barnes. And the thing is, she isn’t ugly. Neither is she beautiful. She’s normal looking. She’s somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, just like lots of women you see every day in real life. It made me think of this year’s Wimbledon ladies’ final between Sabine Lisicki and Marion Bartoli. When Bartoli won, the BBC commentator John Inverdale infamously said, “Do you think Bartoli’s dad told her when she was little, ‘You’re never going to be a looker, you’re never going to be a Sharapova, so you have to be scrappy and fight’?” The first thing I thought was: this woman has just won a tennis tournament! And she’s being judged on her looks! And then I thought: but Bartoli is attractive. Sure, she’s not at the very highest point on the scale – she doesn’t look like a top model. But she’s pretty. And, in any case, why should it matter? She’s a top athlete. Surely that’s what counts. A sports commentator refers to a pretty woman as “not a looker”. A normal-looking woman thinks she’s ugly. Why? Because, even though the world is full of normal and pretty women, the world we see – the world of television, films, magazines and websites – is full of women who are top-of-the-scale beauties. And right now, in the second decade of the 21st century, the situation is more extreme than ever. If you’re a woman, a huge proportion of your role models are beautiful. So if you’re normal looking, you feel ugly. And if you’re merely pretty, men feel free to comment on how un-beautiful you are. As a normal-looking man, I find myself in a completely different position. Being normal makes me feel, well, normal. Absolutely fine. As if the way I look is not an issue. That’s because it’s not an issue. As a normal-looking man, I’m in good company. Sure, some male actors and celebrities are very good looking. Brad Pitt. George Clooney. Russell Brand. But many of Hollywood’s leading men, like me, look like the sort of blokes you see every day, in real life. Russell Crowe, Kevin Spacey, Bruce Willis, Jack Black, Seth Rogen, Martin Freeman, Tom Hanks, Steve Carell, Jim Carrey, Will Ferrell, Vince Vaughn, Brendan Fraser… In fact, you might almost say that most leading men are normal-looking blokes. It’s true of television, too. Bryan Cranston, who plays the lead in Breaking Bad – he’s a normal. James Gandolfini – he was a normal. And chubby too. Kevin Whately – normal. Ben Miller – normal. TV cops all look normal. Ray Winstone looks normal. Tim Roth looks normal. They portray people who are interesting for what they do, not what they look like. Oh, and think of sitcoms. The Big Bang Theory features four normal-looking blokes and a stunningly beautiful woman. New Girl is about two normal blokes, a guy who’s quite good looking, and two women who are… yes, strikingly beautiful. When I watch the news, on whatever channel, it’s presented by the classic partnership of an ordinary-looking guy and a gorgeous woman. After the news, I watch the weather. Male weather presenters look like standard males. Female weather presenters look like models. Footballers look normal. Footballers’ wives and girlfriends look stunning. Daytime television presenters: men look like Phillip Schofield; women look like Holly Willoughby. A typical Saturday-night judges’ panel consists of two types of people – middle-aged blokes and young, stunning women. Sometimes a normal-looking or ageing woman slips through the net – but then, like Arlene Phillips, her days are soon numbered. Countdown had an attractive woman and an ageing bloke; when the attractive woman began to show signs of ageing, she was axed – replaced by a woman who was, of course, strikingly beautiful. Who presents historical documentaries? Guys like David Starkey. Normals. And what happened when a normal-looking woman, Mary Beard, presented a series about the ancient world? She was mocked for not being attractive enough. In a recent interview Dustin Hoffman, another normal, made a revealing comment. Remember when he dressed up as a woman in Tootsie? “I went home and started crying,” he said. Why? “Because I think I am an interesting woman when I look at myself on screen. And I know that if I met myself at a party, I would never talk to that character. Because she doesn’t fulfil physically the demands that we’re brought up to think women have to have in order to ask them out… I have been brainwashed.”
The ugly, unfair truth about looking beautiful (via fucknosexistcostumes)
This is why I get infuriated whenever men talk about how they’re held to unrealistic beauty standards too, because it really doesn’t even compare. Men who aren’t attractive simply aren’t attractive and maybe that’s rough for them, but women who aren’t attractive are barely even people.
(via escapingtoxicjustice)
concept: a TV show with a dark, tragic, fucked-up beginning that steadily gets happier and lighter and more hopeful as the seasons go on, the narrative arc premised on healing and growth instead of a “gritty” downspiral, the challenges faced in each season finale leaving the characters in a progressively better place. nobody queer dies, and the worst things we ever see after season 1 all happen in flashbacks to events preceding the now.
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Be the hero this year took from you
there’s been a huge outpouring of love for carrie fisher over the past few days that, quite rightly, isn’t only focused on her work and the iconic character that she played, but who she was as a person and the strength she inspired in people.
it makes me sad that i’ve only seen posts about debbie reynolds that celebrate her for being carrie fisher’s mother, and an actress of hollywood’s golden age.
while those are totally great and valid reasons to appreciate her, (and understandable — she was of a much different generation and most of us are less familiar with her) i want to talk about how debbie was also an incredible woman in her own right.
debbie reynolds was a survivor of childhood abuse. she was a mental health advocate for most of her life. in 1955 she became a founding member of the thalians — an organization dedicated to mental health causes — which she led for almost 60 years.
she was a valuable and fierce ally to the lgbt community. she hosted AIDs benefits years before reagan publicly acknowledged the disease. she bearded for gay men to protect them from homophobia and discrimination that would prevent them from getting roles.
she was a strong, compassionate woman who, on top of raising her own two children with no help from their father, raised the three children of her second husband by his late ex-wife, even after he gambled away all of her money and left her flat broke.
so here’s to debbie reynolds. her legacy — like her daughter’s — is more than just who she was on camera. i’m full of gratitude. the world is better place for all that she left behind.
she drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra
https://twitter.com/newschambers/status/813807110693732352
Also, just for the record, Richard Adams. He was 96, but I’m not less sad for that. I love Watership Down more than I can adequately explain.
May the force be with you.
Deaths in 2016
David Bowie
Alan Rickman
Terry Wogan
Prince
Muhammad Ali
Anton Yelchin
Kenny Baker
Gene Wilder
My sleeping pattern
The United Kingdom’s EU Membership
David Cameron’s Political Career
Harambe
The Harambe Meme
Brangelina
Hodor
Vine
Our safety from the clowns
Hillary Clinton (on the inside)
America’s last remaining shred of common sense
All hope for humanity
George Michael
So the story behind this song, is heart breaking and heart warming at the same time. Brian May, the guitarist for Queen, wrote this song for the 1991 Queen album Innuendo. The song was written about how even though Freddie Mercury was slowly dying from AIDS, he was still doing shows, writing, and making music with the band. When they were recording the song, they were worried the Freddie would not have had the strength to do the vocals, because it was getting much worse, and was bed ridden, but he recorded it, and killed it. There will be no one like Freddie Mercury. I don’t care what anyone says, Queen was and still is the best band ever to exist.
The Show Must Go On by Queen
“I’ll fucking do it, darling” he said and killed it in a single take that’s something you need to remember. This is a song that was a single continuous take for his vocals. No misses. No re-records. Not on this, not for Freddie.
I knew everything else, but I had no idea it was done in one take and that kills me. He was so badass.
I love that I see Tumblr having this immense respect for Freddie Mercury. I just get really emotional about it. Like, he was Parsi and originally from Zanzibar, apparently bisexual though I don’t think he ever claimed a label(?), artistic, grand, brave, he loved cats, he was a constant fucking delight, he is everything Tumblr loves, and I love seeing Tumblr grasp that.
I’ll be 38 next month and was raised on Queen not knowing any of this about him, and I still loved him and loved his voice. And I wish I had known all of this as I was discovering their work and falling in love with it because I feel like it would have made a huge difference to me.
So, yes, basically, let’s make Freddie Mercury one of Tumblr’s Patron Saints. Let’s keep spreading the music to younger people and leading them to the love of someone who is surely one of the greatest singers ever to live. And who, if he had lived, would no doubt have loved us back.
The thought of having Freddie Mercury, alive and healthy and active on Tumblr, brought literal tears to my eyes.
@littlebelgianbigworld
My kids are seven, and they’ve been aware of Queen’s music since they were tiny, since I used to play “Bicycle Race” for them when they were infants and then later played them other Queen songs. Not long after we took them to their first kids’ music concert, and they got a chance to meet the singers, one of them asked me if some day they could meet the man who wrote, as they put it, “the bicycle song.” When I told them that he was no longer alive, the girls were very sad, but they were happy to hear that there was a lot of music that he wrote that they would be able to hear for years to come.
(Also, this song always reminds me of one of my favorite epic “Glee” fanfics, Hold the Line by @dontbefanci, even though I knew (and loved) the song long before I knew “Glee.”)
