.the sword and the faith.

Me in 2022 when the pandemic hasn’t ended yet because people don’t know how to act right and I’ve been holed up in my house for three years acquiring a new flavor of crazy, going to open the door for the guy in the hazmat suit that’s come to deliver my groceries

need these two (gifs) together

George Michael dying on Christmas is the most 2016 thing to happen this year

So glad to hear that you have found condoms or a copper IUD to be the only type of birth control you need.

Also chuffed to know you don’t suffer from any mental or physical disorders or disabilities that may necessitate any medication because they can be really hard.

Similarly I am so excited to hear you earn enough each week to buy a cornucopia of fresh fruit and veggies, enough to last you through every meal.

That’s super.

My prescription pills aren’t pretty and colourful like yours, they don’t fill me up or taste very good at all but they do help correct my genetic neurotransmitter deficiency a bit. So that’s something.

But yeah, go on with your super inspired comparison of eating a banana to taking prescription medication. It’s not coming off as privileged or sanctimonious at all.

@ ff writers who use common tropes in their stories: keep doing you ♡♡♡ I want to read my otp falling in love, accidentally kissing, getting fake married, pining, and etc a million times over. No one will tell the story in your voice, so it’s actually new every time. Don’t ever feel bad about exploring something in your own way.

When you’re a human facing off against the s u p e r n a t u r a l, you need to bend the r u l e s a little bit.

its so upsetting to see how people observe women reacting to sexual harassment with common coping techniques and then claim that means they’re ‘comfortable’ with it

just because someone is laughing doesnt mean theyre ok with you fucking touching their ass or saying something inappropriate

laughing and shrugging things off is a reaction from shock. trust me when shit like that happens, seconds after laughing and acting like youre ‘supposed’ to act, it sets in what just happened and it feels disgusting, and wrong, and you get the most awful mixture of shame and anger that cant be satisfied and nobody ever wants to listen to how much it upset you because it doesnt matter to them. it sticks with you for days, even weeks. you shake thinking about it. its disgusting and humiliating. its fucking WRONG.

dont you dare fucking say that women are ok with harassment because they laugh to shrug it off. we are told we have to treat people like this. we’re told we have to accept things that happen to us. we fucking learn that any other reaction can get us fucking killed so shut the hell up

Anthony Bourdain, Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and People Who Cook

Bourdain devotes an entire chapter of his book to decimating Alice Waters, who has been lauded in a 60 Minutes puff piece as “the Mother of Slow Food” (which is a bullshit claim). He admits that he was perhaps overdoing it when he called her “Pol Pot in a muumuu” in an interview — but only barely (he also called saccharine blonde Semi-Homemade host Sandra Lee “the hellspawn of Betty Crocker and Charles Manson” and called her Kwanzaa Cake “a war crime on television”, so Waters is far from alone). Bourdain selects his targets for a reason, and Waters is a highly suitable stand-in for the growing ranks of white, privileged, socially ignorant eco-food ideological stick-wavers whose contempt for communities of color and for the poor ooze out through their self-righteous evangelism.

In a typical move, Waters wrote an open letter to the newly elected president Obama warning that “the purity and wholesomeness of the Obama movement must be accompanied by a parallel effort in food”. She appointed herself onto an advisory committee to help the Obamas select “a person with integrity and devotion” as White House Chef, adding “I cannot forget the vision I have had since 1993 of a beautiful vegetable garden on the White House lawn” — apparently oblivious that they already had a chef of “integrity and devotion” and a vegetable garden. This, from someone who has boasted that she hasn’t voted since 1966. Nevertheless, the Obamas were cool and invited her to the White House to throw a series of dinners and help expand the garden. As an example of her sustainable, locavorian ways, she flew in big-name chefs from all over the country for a five-hundred-dollar-a-plate gala, as though there are no qualified chefs in Washington fucking DC. This is why I appreciate what Tony Bourdain does. His targets usually deserve it. He’s a linguistic assassin, and sometimes that’s just what’s needed. And yeah, it feels good too. Plus, say what you want but I dig Popeye’s.

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Bringing this back, because what a quality dude. And it’s a quality chapter in a quality book, too.

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Wow. I’m really impressed. He *gets* it.

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Bourdain is the most thoughtful, conscious, mindful ‘celebrity’ chef I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. I’m pretty sure he’s also a dick (all chefs are dicks, especially on the line), but he’s awesome.

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it has a bigger moral than 99% of movies

OMG I am bawling

You know the thing that hurts me the most about Derek telling Scott to “go home” again and again? It’s the home part.

Derek keeps telling him to run back to the one place that Scott can be safe, that he can be a kid. The one place where all this crazy werewolf shit won’t be able to touch him, even if only for a little while. Because Derek’s already in too deep. He’s already lost too much and he doesn’t have a choice in this, not anymore. But Scott does. There’s still a chance for Scott to make it out of this relatively unscathed.

And I could fill a novella with the ways that Derek has failed and the ways that he has made this a mess on his own, but I think there’s a part of him that looks at Scott and sees himself at that age. Before everything fell apart. And Derek wasn’t able to protect himself or his family, but maybe he can do something for Scott. He might rarely do it the right way, or even the safe way, but I think he tries.

Go home, Scott. Go to the one place that Derek doesn’t have anymore.