It is calming to see something familiar in another

inspo x x

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

#you put the sad guy in #you take the sad guy out #you put the sad guy in and you shake him all about

"urban indian series," 2007, chromogenic prints, depicting images of a young man, the artist terrance houle, going through his daily life dressed in dance regalia.

The way to get trans women to stop believing that transmisogyny is a pervasive issue throughout society including in ostensibly trans-affirming queer spaces? It's simply to alter reality so that it stops being true.

foreman. babe. we’re at the bottom end of season 8. you have worked here for almost a decade. why are you still surprised there's medical malpractice going on at the medical malpractice department that you, personally, used to do medical malpractice at

some of my fave tags on this post

god this show is truly bonkers isn’t it.

did the fucking pope write these

“A Gay love story about Gay love” …

WAS THE TITLE NOT OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY???

"Heavy social commentary regarding communism. Whether pro or anti is unclear"

My doctor and therapist: now with this autism + ADHD diagnosis you need to learn to unmask because masking all the time will make you burn out again and feel like shit

Other people: well it's just interesting how after getting the diagnosis you suddenly start behaving like that I mean I'm not saying you're faking it's just funny how you suddenly cannot be normal like you were before

THIS IS SO TRUE!

bUt yOu nEveR hAd a pRoBLem wiTH this bEfOre?!

BITCH I have spent 35 years thinking I was just inherently bad at being a person, now I find out I have a disability? That it’s actually (checks notes) NOT THIS HARD FOR EVERYONE?! What the fuck do you mean other people aren’t getting distracted because they can hear the electricity?! Yeah I think I’m gonna give myself a break actually. The microwave IS too loud, now fuck off.

You: I learned to put my needs before your convenience.

Them: YOU DARE!?

scantily is basically the most classic way to be clad

This is iron clad erasure

I need to live long enough for the opportunity to say "the iron in which your argument is clad is scanty"

sorry about the weird half page the first sheet of free paper on my desk was the sheet of tracing/transfer paper I was using for a commission

anyways i'm back into the commission mines, enjoy!

I think about this Juggalo I met in Philly a lot.

It was probably five years ago now.

I used to get on the train after work sometimes and just go to center city. And there was a dress shop I'd stop in front of. The kind you don't walk into unless you know beyond a doubt you've got the dough to buy something.

There was a floor-length dress on a model in the window that I was taken by. It was stunning. With bead work enough to fill a craft room.

It glowed down at me from up on its pedestal of perfection, and I felt down my body, trying to imagine if I'd ever look good in something so magnificent. My pitiful excuse for self-worth was eating at me as I mentally checked every reason why, even if I could afford something so nice, it be wasted on someone like me.

I heard him before I saw him. The jingling of a wallet chain and the heavy thump of black work boots.

He stopped next to me, a big fucker, probably 6'8 or 6'9, in all black except his face which was done up with white and black grease paint. The lines were crisp, and the colors didn't bleed into one another at all. To finish the look, he was wearing an ICP tee, the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. He looked every bit the stereotype.

He looked down at me, them to the dress and then back at me.

I don't know what he saw but he spoke to me, with warmth and conviction the likes I'd never received from a stranger before.

"That dress would look beautiful on YOU."

I could only nod and give him a thank you. He shook his head and pointed at the dress then me.

"You aren't listenin. That DRESS," he pointed again for emphasis, "would look beautiful on YOU."

I thought I understood then what he was trying to say then. That I would be the one assigning the beauty. Not the dress, not the clothes. But me, the person wearing it. I nodded and thanked him again, saying it with more confidence.

Then he kept walking. I never saw him again. The interaction took probably all of twenty seconds. But I'll never forget.

The dress looks beautiful on YOU. Not because the fabric is nice or the materials or fine. But because it's on you. And you make it beautiful.

That's what I took away from Philly Juggalo that day. And I hope I never forget it.

I remember I was in college working the ticket counter for a play when this guy comes up and buys a ticket. I take his money, give him a ticket, and he says something about my voice. Like how I should be on radio, how I had a big, boisterous powerful voice.

And he couldn't have known. In high school, it took forever for my voice to start deepening and I was mocked for it constantly. I remember constantly being told my voice was screechy, annoying, some particularly nasty high school bullies liked to say my voice made them want to strangle kittens.

This guy couldn't have known all that, known the insecurity that years of that I carried because of it, insecurity about my voice in particular. When he said he liked my voice, that it belonged on the radio, he couldn't have known what it meant to me.

Guy probably doesn't even remember it these days. I was just a nameless extra in his life. He never saw me before, he never saw me again. And I don't remember his face, his name, anything. I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him again.

But I will remember that moment forever for how it cut through years of bullshit, ugliness and insecurity. For how that one conversation had such incredible power.

I hope some of the shit I say to people has that kind of power too. I wanna be someone's Philly Juggalo or Voice Guy. One compliment can have untold power.

YOU THERE

HALT !!!

That Seems Totally Unnecessary. 

Dimension 20: Misfits and Magic Season 2, Episode 8: The Man We've Been Waiting For

This is one of my favorite moments in the series! It's such an important realization, and I'm so happy it was Jammer that triggered it. You can hear the truth a hundred ways, but it's still a leap of faith to KNOW it. You were brought to Gowpenny after the discovery that anyone can do magic! The physical manifestations of magic see you as their peers! Lemli took the magic from the bones of dead wizards! K has a server farm of amplification magic in their mind! You are magic.

YOU ARE MAGIC. The wand and the houses and the twee little magical isekai are a PSYOP meant to hold you back. Nostalgia for the past is holding you back. Snap the wand, because you can build something better to take its place. Even the mechanics tell the story. This was always the story.

Hi. Things are bleak, I know that. I know that we paid for Trump's last term with blood and it is likely the price will be blood again.

But listen to me. LISTEN.

You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism. You can put your phone down, you can block that horrific video. We cannot win if you cannot fight and you will not be able to fight if you are hopeless.

Do not let them guilt you into this. People who are exhausted are easier to walk over. Take care of yourself, find community where you find joy.

You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism.

^^^ remember this. do not exhaust yourself into hopelessness. take care of yourself and stay strong.

I know I've recced it before, but if you want a place to monitor the news while avoiding getting caught in the horrors, What The Fuck Just Happened Today is a really useful resource. They summarize political (& adjacent) news so you can remain aware of what's going on while still minimizing the emotional energy you expend on any one issue. (And they provide links and sourcing if you need to know more.)

2015 - Here are some gifs of Donald Trump being attacked by a bald eagle named Uncle Sam, literally the least patriotic thing that can happen to an American. [video]

I’m reblogging this again because I finally realized why this is so funny to me, as a bird person.

In the first gif, what you’re seeing is a man who has zero idea how to handle a bird. That’s a heavy bird, and he’s got his arm stretched out as far as it will go in an attempt to keep the bird away from his face. What that does is create unstable footing for Uncle Sam. The handler is there trying to hold up Trump’s arm, but the bird has already realized it needs to leave or it will fall. In the first gif the bird is not attacking Trump- it is trying to get away from him so it doesn’t get hurt.

In the second gif, what we see is a bird that remembers what just happened and is blaming Trump for it. Uncle Sam sees Trump reach for its tether, and makes a lunge at Trump’s hand to keep him away. The bird /does not/ want to hang out with Trump because it has learned that Trump has no idea what he is doing.

Uncle Sam is rejecting Trump based on Trump’s proven inability to properly handle Uncle Sam. And that is both hilarious and beautiful.

Good bird.

Always reblog Uncle Sam telling Trump to fuck off

Let’s all do like Uncle Sam.

this thread is from 2015

Uncle Sam knew what was coming

Me duele la cabeza

This is actually examples of the field of mathematics called topology and it’s fucking bullshit wizard shit.

finally, applied mathematics