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guys you know what we don’t talk about often enough. this picture
like, what the fuck that’s canon. look at them. holy shit i can not with this. 2.15 blog post
why don’t we talk more about this Iconic Lardo look
me when omgcp is on hiatus: huh, there's almost no check, please! on my dash. i should follow more sideblogs.
update: *happens*
me: *drowning in omgcp*
jack: [mentions to the frogs that him and bitty have been arguing over something very minor]
nursey: the argument isn’t your problem, hockey & school have been keeping the two of you apart. you two just need to bone.
dex: [looking horrified] hnngh
jack: what did he say?
dex: [whispers] don’t say it again
nursey: i said you two need to bone.
jack: hoooOw dare you derek nurse i am your forMER CAPTAIN! (BONE!!!!)whathappensinmybedroomnurseyis none of your business (!boOoOoNE?!) dont, ever, speak to me like thatagain.
chowder: THOSE ARE OUR DADS
Does anyone have a father who actually did a good job at parenting? That sounds like a myth.
i hope the ‘why you always lyin’ guy is having a good day
thnks fr th mntl llnss
Some examples of why the Oxford comma is generally a good idea
Please don’t let the Oxford comma die. If you were apathetic about it before, I think this will help you understand why it is necessary.
On the other hand, these sentences are pure gold.
“Ooooh, don’t you look so handsome!” Suzanne cooed, ushering them to the foot of the staircase with a camera in her hand. “Go on, let me take some pictures!”
“Mama,” Bitty grumbled, his face adorably pink, “We’re not going to the dang prom. It’s just a high school reunion.”
“Well I didn’t get to take any prom photos, did I?” Suzanne shot back. She grabbed Jack by the elbows and forcibly positioned him slightly behind Bitty with a frankly shocking amount of strength, and Jack made his living being slammed into the boards by men twice her size.
“Mama, who was gonna take the little gay boy to the prom in Georgia?” Bitty demanded as Jack wrapped his arms around his waist in classic prom pose, which made Suzanne grin excitedly and snap about ten pictures in rapid succession.
“Stop encouraging her,” Bitty pouted, shoving his elbow into Jack’s gut, making him laugh.
“You coulda gone stag, Dicky,” Suzanne pointed out, snapping another photo. “Or with one of the girls on your hockey team.”
“Mama, none of those girls had any interest in being my beard and I had no interest in spending my Saturday night packed in a cheap venue with kids who didn’t like me!” Bitty insisted.
“Well,” Suzanne sniffed as Jack poked and prodded Bitty into a more natural position beside him, draping his arm around Bitty’s shoulders. Bitty automatically responded by sliding his arm around Jack’s waist in return.
“I’m just saying, I never got to show off prom pictures to all the ladies at church,” Suzanne sniffed. “And your Aunt kept posting pictures of your cousin all over Facebook like it was her dang job, rubbing it in my face…”
“Mama,” Bitty sighed.
“And anyway!” Suzanne exclaimed, snapping another picture even though Bitty was in the middle of rolling his eyes and Jack had given up on smiling. “Why are you even going to this reunion if you don’t want to see any of these people, huh?”
“Because I want them to see us,” Bitty explained, patting his free hand against Jack’s chest smugly. “Those kids terrorized me for years, calling me names and spreading rumors that I was gay. Now I’m gonna show them they were absolutely right, and that I’m good at it!”
“Good at being gay?” Jack asked, grinning in amusement because he’d heard Bitty’s reasoning nearly a thousand times since the invitation had arrived in the mail.
“The best at being gay!” Bitty declared. “You’ll see, I’ll have the most beautiful man in the room on my arm and I hope Jason Cranston is there so I can see the look on his big dumb face when he realizes how much better my life is than his!”
The grin on Bitty’s face was almost manic, but Suzanne snapped another picture with a triumphant cry and hurried away with her camera, like she thought maybe Bitty might try and take it from her.
“All right, you ready to go show my classmates that I won at life?” Bitty asked.
“Of course, dear,” Jack said indulgently.
Echiveria done in my watercolour Moleskine, using Dr Ph. Martin’s Hydrus liquid watercolour. Only 3 colours used - Quinacridone Magenta, Blue Aqua and Hansa Yellow Medium :)
After every step it’s like wait there’s more !
“Toe tap a flea”
I think my biggest “huh” moment with respect to gender roles is when it was pointed out to me that your typical “geek” is just as hypermasculine as your typical “jock” when you look at it from the right angle.
As male geeks, a great deal of our identity is built on the notion that male geeks are, in some sense, gender-nonconformant, insofar as we’re unwilling or unable to live up to certain physical ideals about what a man “should” be. Indeed, many of us take pride in how putatively unmanly we are.
Viewed from an historical perspective, however, the virtues of the ideal geek are essentially those of the ideal aristocrat: a cultured polymath with expertise in a vast array of subjects; rarefied or eccentric taste in food, clothing, music, etc.; identity politics that revolve around one’s hobbies or pastimes; open disdain for physical labour and those who perform it; a sense of natural entitlement to positions of authority (“you should be flipping my burgers!”); and so forth.
And the thing about that aristocratic ideal? It’s intensely masculine. It may seem more welcoming to women on the surface, but - as recent events will readily illustrate - this is a facade: we pretend to be egalitarian because it suits our refined self-image, but that affectation falls away in a heartbeat when challenged.
Basically, the whole “geeks versus jocks” thing that gets drilled into us by media and the educational system isn’t about degrees of masculinity at all. It’s just two different flavours of the same toxic bullshit: the ideal geek is the alpha-male-as-philosopher-king, as opposed to the ideal jock’s alpha-male-as-warrior-king. It’s still a big dick-measuring contest - we’re just using different rulers.
It’s just two different flavours of the same toxic bullshit: the ideal geek is the alpha-male-as-philosopher-king, as opposed to the ideal jock’s alpha-male-as-warrior-king. oh my god
That’s rather illuminating.
listen
i know a lot of us are “arg no more m/f couples!”
but listen
we do need more m/f couples
just not the twig white cis emo boy with basic girl couples
what we NEED:
ones that aren’t toxic
the ones that ARE toxic be taken as toxic and not romanized and actually dealt with maturely and shows that those relationships are not healthy
overweight girl of color with most popular boy in school
trans girl with the football player
trans boy of color with girl football player
just break the basic white stick cis girl and the basic white stick cis boy normative!!!
^THIS!!! Like, cool. I’ll take some more m/f couples, but they need to be diverse!!!!!!! I want trans guys and gals, I want people of color, I want healthy relationships!! People need to see themselves represented, and that includes all of those people who are in m/f relationships, but aren’t the “white cis guy and white cis girl” that are the current mold. Please and thank you.
yup. i’m not bored with m/f, i’m bored with STOCK STANDARD m/f. shake it up and I am SO THERE