I’m sorry but this is the funniest Reddit post I’ve seen in a while
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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I’m sorry but this is the funniest Reddit post I’ve seen in a while
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Your daily dose of cat memes
People of tumblr please help
Last Friday I was assaulted by my next door neighbour. The police were contacted but they could only keep her in custody until she was sober. Since then I haven’t been able to sleep, and she’s been terrorising us daily, banging on our doors, playing music loudly, shouting threats. I really really want to move away and make a fresh start but to do that I need money. I haven’t worked for a few years, nor can I due to disabilities and bad mental health. I need around £1500 to be able to move as soon as possible. This would cover the down payment and removals hire for a place in a better area. If any of you can help I’d be so thankful! Please help a girl out! My PayPal is @bee2212. If you can’t donate please repost so other people see this! Please please help me move away from my nightmare neighbour.
PayPal is @bee2212
To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar (1995)
Dir. Beeban Kidron
This was such a formative movie
This shit was revolutionary for the mid-90s. Among other things it helped me understand that transgender and cross-dressing were completely separate things.
To this day, I am in awe of the fact that Patrick Swayze not only campaigned hard to get the audition, not only auditioned in dress and makeup, but spent most of the day leading up to the audition walking around LA in dress and makeup.
This was a man who could sing, dance, act, ride a horse, fight, and walk in heels, he had nothing to prove to anyone, and he is MISSED.
Okay, I’m not done feeling about this.
If you’re younger, you may not know Patrick Swayze; he was Taken From Us in 2009. But Patrick Swayze was an icon of masculinity. Men were willing to watch romantic movies because Patrick Swayze was in them.
Patrick Swayze was fucking beefcake.
And this man didn’t just agree to do a movie where the only time he’s not actually in drag is the first three minutes, which involve stepping out of the shower, doing make up, and getting Dressed. He has ONE LINE that is delivered in a man’s voice, and it’s not during those three minutes.
And if you watch those three minutes, you see a stark difference between his portrayal of Miss Vida Bohéme and Wesley Snipes as Noxeema Jackson. (I am not criticizing Snipes’ performance. They were different roles.) Noxeema was a comedy character. Chi-Chi was a comedy character. But Miss Vida Bohéme was a dramatic role, played by a dramatic powerhouse.
When Vida sits down in front of the mirror, she sees a man. And she doesn’t like it.
Then she puts her hair up, and her face lights up.
“Ready or not,” she says. “Here comes Mama.”
And while Noxeema is having fun with her transformation (at one point breaking into a giggling fit after putting on pantyhose), Vida is simply taking pleasure in bringing out her true self. And when she’s done, she sees this:
And you can FEEL her pride.
All of this from an actor who, up to this point, walked on to the screen and dripped testosterone.
It matters that this happened in 1995. It wouldn’t fly today, wouldn’t be the right choice, we’ve moved past it, but it mattered and was important that it happened the way it happened today. It’s one of the stepping stones.
Today I’ve discovered that my mom has never seen this movie and we’re about to make a movie night out of it! She’s so excited.
Watching Shadow and Bone with my girlfriend and Mal is really annoying both of us, so we’ve been talking about him and my girlfriend said “he’s not pretty enough to be toxic” 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Just a little drawing of Velaris I did. Hope you like it.
whoever the fuck i saw saying “i can’t stand english bitching because they’re so complacent” and whoever else thinks we’re not doing enough i’d like to invite you to DO SOME FUCKING RESEARCH.
a law was recently passed that deemed any kind of protesting as disruptive and able to be punished by the police, alongside giving the police more power.
we all watched the police storm the PEACEFUL VIGIL for sarah everard - a woman raped and murdered by a police officer.
PEOPLE ARE CURRENTLY BEING ARRESTED FOR OUTWARDLY EXPRESSING ANY SORT OF DISPLEASURE WITH THE MONARCHY.
A WOMAN WAS ARRESTED FOR HOLDING UP A SIGN. JUST HOLDING IT.
PEOPLE WERE ARRESTED FOR BOOING.
everything in britain has been put to a standstill. hospital appointments have been cancelled. funerals have been cancelled. we can’t do anything about it.
many of us will be unable to pay our energy bills this winter. we will freeze. we will starve.
it has been demonstrated to us time and time and time again that protests simply make people talk about how we were protesting and never why. and now the police has increased power to punish us for any public opinion that they don’t like.
we have been under tory rule for 12 years. 12 years of the same people - hey americans, can you imagine that?
we are tired, no, we are exhausted. we are struggling. we are scared. and it has been made clear to us that our government does not care.
so fucking forgive us if we’re putting our own survival over the opinions of americans (and other non-brits but americans are the worst) online who expect us to learn everything about their politics and their country and don’t put in an ounce of effort to learn about ours.
cancelling procedures to mitigate the effects of chronic illness/cancer treatment/disability management appointments for the q*een’s funeral when chronically ill and disabled people have already had to fight for the Bare. Fucking. Minimum. in access to healthcare and specialist referrals for two years due to the pandemic is genuinely the most callous display of antipathy I’ve witnessed to date.
Ableds Kiss My Ass: A Collection
[ID: A post by accessibility_disters showing a market stall set up in a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: An advertising sign set up in the middle of a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A giant sign saying “For Hire” set up in a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A pile of inventory on pallets in a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: Rows of shopping carts stored in a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A FedEx delivery truck parked crosswise across disabled parking spots.]
[ID: A UPS truck parked crosswise across a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A USPS truck parked in a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A giant pile of snow from plowing a parking lot that has been shoved into a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A truck with an attached construction rig parked crosswise across two disabled parking spots.]
Oh look I hit my ten photo limit before I reached the end of my photos on this topic. What a surprise.
Ableds Kiss My Ass: Continued
[ID: A truck with a horse trailer parked crosswise across two disabled parking spots.]
[ID: A delivery truck parked crosswise across several parking spots with its ramp deployed across a disabled parking spot.]
[ID: A giant concrete barrier with an orange cone at one end in the middle of a disabled parking spot.]
Today’s submission comes from @blood-countess-elizabeth-bathory and features the entry to the elevator at their local drugstore. Because clearly potato chips are more important than disabled people. I particularly love the irony of the disabled access symbol and elevator buttons still visible to the left of the shelf. Here’s your access!
Anyway Ableds can kiss my entire ass.
[ID: A freestanding display shelf holding bags of potato chips is standing across the door of an elevator completely blocking it. To the left of the shelving you can see the elevator buttons with a disabled access symbol just below.]
the tom hardy “of course ive had gay sex im an actor” feels about 60 years too late like i shouldve heard paul newman say that
I just looked for this because I wanted to know the exact words (I thought this was maybe rephrasing) and ha, my boy never deceives, does he
"Of course I have. I'm an actor for fuck's sake. I've played with everything and everyone. I love the form and the physicality, but now that I'm in my thirties, it doesn't do it for me. I'm done experimenting but there's plenty of stuff in a relationship with another man, especially gay men, that I need in my life. A lot of gay men get my thing for shoes. I have definite feminine qualities and a lot of gay men are incredibly masculine. A lot of people say I seem masculine, but I don't feel it. I feel intrinsically feminine. I'd love to be one of the boys but I always felt a bit on the outside. Maybe my masculine qualities come from overcompensating because I'm not one of the boys."
The names for the twilight movies would make great names for ships.
Sirius Casts a Patronus
Sirius was worried. His final exams were next school year and he still couldn’t cast a patronus. Everyone else in his year could cast one, even Robert Kingston, and he was always making mistakes. In transfiguration he’d turned his goblet into a black widow spider when they were supposed to turn them into birds, in charms he’d set his jug on fire when they were supposed to fill it with water, and in Defence against the Dark arts, well, everyone knew he was the reason Professor Huxley didn’t return that Autumn. Sirius knew the problem, see he’d never had a happy memory, not until he’d met James, Remus and Peter that is. At home his brother bullied him, and his parents beat him, and even the house elf, Kreacher, was ordered to kick him now and then, and the abuse only gotten worse since Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor, instead of Slytherin, like the rest of the “Most ancient and Noble house of Black”, well, except for Andromeda that is.
The marauders were all on the train home from Hogwarts when Sirius finally told them why he was always covered in bruises, told them why he couldn’t cast a patronus. The marauders had always thought something bad was happening at home, after all, the bruises were only there in September, but they were still shocked when their suspicions were confirmed. “Want me to curse them for you?” Offered James, only half joking. Sirius shook his head and rolled his eyes. He was glad James had tried to lighten the mood. They laughed and joked the rest of the way home and Sirius wished the train ride would never end. Sadly it did.
That summer was beginning to be the worst of his life. As soon as he got home his mother flew into a rage, screaming, slapping and clawing at him, she’d found his collection of muggle objects- a magazine about computers, another about muggle rock bands. “How dare you bring this filth into my house” she’d screamed, ripping the pages and throwing the tatters into the fireplace. After that he’d kept himself locked in his room for a few days, some days crying, others, just staring blankly at the walls, and his family let him be. It turns out, that was the calm before the storm. That Saturday evening his father came home from visiting friends and was drunk. “Come here boy,” he’d shouted at Sirius. Sirius, though knowing something bad was about to happen, obeyed. It’d be far worse if he hadn’t. “Sit!” Orion yelled. Sirius sat on the wooden floor so hard he knocked the wind out of himself. Then from the corner of his eye, he noticed Orion was drawing his wand. “W-what are you doing?” Sirius dared to ask, his voice breaking. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” Orion spat, “Crucio!”
Sirius had passed out. When he awoke, every inch of his body ached. He tried to stand but his legs burned in protest. The crawl up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom were agony. When he made it, he slowly packed his trunks, he noticed his left arm was broken. Tears streaming down his face, Sirius then went to bed, but didn’t sleep. He waited, ears keen as he listened for his parents going to bed, then he crept downstairs, trunks levitating ahead of him, he sat on the kerb around the corner, for what seemed like hours, when suddenly, something very large and purple pulled up alongside him.
Welcome to the knight bus, I’m your conductor Ernie, where will you be going this fine evening?”
“G-Godric’s Hollow, please?” Sirius hoped James’ parents wouldn’t mind him dropping by so late. He’d only met them once or twice and they seemed very nice, and James really looked up to his father.
When he arrived he realised he didn’t have to worry. Mr Potter, Mrs. Potter and James were all stood at the door. “H- how did you know?”
“Dumbledore.” Said Mrs. Potter, wrapping Sirius in a warm hug, her eyes twinkling”
Of course. Dumbledore knew everything about everyone. Sirius let himself sink into the hug, and for once he felt safe.
The rest of the summer was the best Sirius could ever remember. The potters were so kind and caring and treated him like another son, he had his best friend to talk and joke with, and the potters even let Peter and Remus come around whenever they wanted. They visited Mr Fortescue’s, watched the quidditch World Cup, got lots of novelty’s from Gambol and Japes, and they even visited James’s aunt in the south of France. They’d even all decided to help Sirius with casting a patronus charm.
The last week of summer rolled around, and although he’d been practicing everyday, perfected his pronunciation and wand gestures, and had enough happy memories to last a lifetime, Sirius still couldn’t cast the patronus charm.
“Don’t worry mate you’ll get it” James said, clapping him on the back.
“How do you know?” Sirius said skeptically.
“Because you’re my brother.” Sirius’s heart swelled with love and pride, and warmth. He threw his arms around James, his best friend, no, his brother. He was happier than he’d ever been in his life. He finally had the brother he’d always wanted, and James wanted him too.
“Come on Padfoot, let’s go back inside, we’ve been working on it all day.”
“Hang on, just let me do it, one more time.”
James shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, but then let’s get some supper, I’m starving.”
This time Sirius knew he was going to do it. He thought of James, of him calling him brother, of the hug, of the jokes, of how much he loved his new family, because that’s who the Potters had become. And when he said the words they were filled with love, and joy and hope. “Expecto Patronum!” And a slither of silver burst from his wand, small at first, but then it grew, and grew, and grew, until the entire night sky was filled with silver white light, and then then the light shifted and changed into a dog, and then a pack of dogs, and then all the dogs merged together to form one enormous dog that bounded around the garden excitedly, tail wagging, and Sirius beamed.
A good thread on whether “queer” is a slur and if it should be used or not.
“If I am unashamed of being queer, you do not get to give that word BACK to the fuckwits who made it a slur.”
you do not get to give that word BACK to the fuckwits who made it a slur
EVERYBODY WHO CAME OUT BEFORE YOU HAS TAKEN THE ROCKS AND BOTTLES AND MADE THEM INTO SHIELDS AND WINDCHIMES
Holy motherfucking shit. Don’t fucking come at me about Queer is a slur. I FUCKING KNOW IT IS. It was hurled at me like a fucking spear all through my youth. I know it’s a god damn slur. And it’s mine. You don’t get to take it away from me because you can’t take also away the scars it gave me while I was standing in front of my younger queer siblings in this community.
always, always reblog this one.
If my enemy swings a sword at me and I take that sword away from them, it’s my sword now. And the person telling me I can’t use it because it belongs to my enemy and I have to give it back to them sounds quite a bit like an enemy themselves.
^^ god that analogy
@deadcatwithaflamethrower
Yesssssssssss.
This came around again, but it’s worth sharing and remembering. You have the right to only accept certain words be used to describe you, but so does everyone else.
not enough people know this
May 13, 2021 - Immigration cops tried to arrest two men in Glasgow, Scotland, on the day of Eid. A huge crowd of locals in the area of Pollokshields, chanting “these are our neighbours, let them go!”, turned up and boxed the police van in for seven hours, withstanding attempts by police to break through the crowd, until the cops were forced to let the two men go. [video]/[article]
WHAT A FUCKING RESULT!!!
This isn’t even the whole story - it gets so much better.
This was not a pre-planned event. The home office just showed up in the morning to take them. A neighbour tweeted asking for help and people mobilised and united entirely on their own. None of these people woke up today knowing this is what they were going to do.
That man who was under the van? He layed there for EIGHT HOURS so it couldn’t move.
The local mosque opened up and started handing out refreshments to the people protesting:
And when the men were finally released (after 9 hours of being the the back of the van) the whole crowd walked them to the mosque so they would be safe:
This was the ultimate “fuck you” to the British government. It was an absolutely incredible show of solidarity and what happens when people mobilise.
The power of the people is stronger than the people in power.