Holy shit that's so cool

Finally “do you love the colour of the sky” got compressed for our convenience

This is now my favorite photo

liking star trek is a red flag. it's also an orange flag. and a yellow flag. and a green flag. and a blue flag. and a purple flag. liking star trek is gay. YOU are GAY.

Startrek pride flag

Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!

If you don't do the reblog part it's not very good as a study 😭

ok actually yknow what- lemme just-

Please reblog i want as wide a sample size as i can get

@staff pls take notes 

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper

yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*

My mother did this to my father once. They got into an argument, my very pregnant and hormonal mother stormed off…except they lived in a tiny apartment so the only place to go was to shut herself into the closet for a good long sulk. And while she was sitting in there, fuming, she looked up and saw her sewing kit on the shelf, and all my father’s uniforms hanging right there.

So she picked one shirt and one pair of trousers, carefully, methodically ripped every third stitch out of every seam, and then hung them back up together so that he would be likely to pick them at the same time. This took her a couple hours, so by the time she was done, the anger had worn down. She came out, she and my father had a talk that ended in apologies, after which they were tired and went to bed. My mother swears up and down that she meant to warn my father about the sabotaged clothes in the morning, but he wore a different uniform set and they were both still feeling a little raw, so she didn’t want to bring up the fight again. She decided to tell him that night instead.

And then she forgot.

Anyway, about four days later, my father apparently came home roughly an hour after he left for work, his clothes slowly, gently shredding off his body, the most bewildered expression on his face. “Paula,” he said, his voice mildly shell-shocked. “Paula, my clothes are broken.”

My mother promptly burst out laughing so hard that she went into labor. And that’s the story of my birth, heralded by petty vengeance and utter confusion.

shifting into frog mode. did y'all know that there is a species called the pumpkin toadlet and they skip the tadpole phase and go straight to being little toadlets and they are soooo fucking small

Another fun fact about these guys, they are so small that their cochlea (the part of the inner ear that controls balance) does not function properly. As a result, these little toadlets can jump, but have a bit of a hard time landing. They just land however they land, which often results in them just throwing themselves and flopping onto the ground as seen here.

When the evolution reaches the limit of physical possibility, you know that you are in for a treat.

You can only reblog this on the 3st of January

the 3st huh?

I had previously seen the bottom image with zero context like 5 times before finally finding the context post and that’s why I love tumblr.

For clarification ^-^

“I adore the way fan fiction writers engage with and critique source texts, by manipulating them and breaking their rules. Some of it is straight-up homage, but a lot of [fan fiction] is really aggressive towards the source text. One tends to think of it as written by total fanboys and fangirls as a kind of worshipful act, but a lot of times you’ll read these stories and it’ll be like ‘What if Star Trek had an openly gay character on the bridge?’ And of course the point is that they don’t, and they wouldn’t, because they don’t have the balls, or they are beholden to their advertisers, or whatever. There’s a powerful critique, almost punk-like anger, being expressed there—which I find fascinating and interesting and cool.”

― Lev Grossman.

A former adult film star recently came out as asexual, and all I’ve seen is aces nodding and being like “makes sense” and non-aces being confused out of their mind.

So…people still don’t know what asexuality is I guess.

And the number of ace-spec people involved in creating erotica novels at this point is an inside joke.

My best idea for these people is “have you ever eaten when you’re not hungry?” And also “can you cook with the intention of serving the meal to someone else?”

Just because you don’t actively want, need, or feel connected to something doesn’t mean that you can’t and don’t engage with it. In fact, it may put you in the perfect position to be analytical of it without being personally tethered to it and can take a step back to actually look and try to understand it.