Trans people but especially women! This colin mochrie video goes out to you!
it's specifically for people who are trans without supportive families. it is specifically specifically for demi girls named willow without supportive families
*the batboys on patrol, bored during a stakeout and arguing about who's been failed by the most parental units*
Tim: i dont think death should count as failure, so Dick only gets one.
Dick: yeah- well we all have one by default, because, y'no,
Jason: -look B isn't evil but he is an idiot and idiocy should count as failure.
Bruce: ...you guys know i'm on this line, right?
Damian: hush father, we're discussing.
Tim: so i get two, because i have the Drakes and then B. can my B count as two though? like, i had B normally and then i had B in the depths of grief; like that should count as-
Damian: no, no, absolutely fucking not Drake, you can't use that cop out-
Dick: -yeah, no, i call bullshit. Tim you have two, suck it up.
Jason: it really doesn't matter, literally none of you are going to even come close to beating me. i got the Todds, i got B, i got the Haywoods, i got Talia,
Tim, failing horrible at holding back laughter: yeah- yeah Jay, don't take this the wrong way but does anybody love you?
Jason: i- *wheeze* man fuck you Replacement-
Dick, also laughing: yeah- littlewing, at this point maybe you're the problem.
Jason: *cackles*
Tim: can we even count that as four though? surely if we're counting Jack and Janet as one because they're a couple then B and Talia should also be combined into one?
Damian: no, no, they should be separate. not only are they no longer together but they were attempting to parent completely separately. that's two.
Jason: yeah, fuck you! tryna lower my tally-
Tim: oh please, he's only agreeing with you so he has two instead of one!
Damian: i think you'll find i have way more than two, i far outrank you Drake.
Dick, giggling: sorry, sorry- you far outrank him at what, not being loved correctly?
Damian, fully seriously: i don't care how shit the competition is, Grayson. i'm fucking winning.
Tim: it's bullshit! you're literally the only one that wasn't adopted by somebody else! you have two at most Damian, stop lying.
Damian: well, no, because Todd should be one of mine.
Jason: EXCUSE ME?!
Dick: oooo~
Damian, raising his voice over the yells: LISTEN- listen. growing up in the league you were the only authorative male figure that was present in raising me before i came to Gotham. there is no way you wouldn't count on the board as a father figure.
Jason: NO, I'M NOT- i'm not fuckin' arguing that, you're my kid, end of. but how the fuck did i fail you?! i was great!
Damian: you literally passed me off to father and then disappeared for a year so you could go 'fuck shit up' with Arsenal and Starfire.
Dick: OOOO~
Jason: ...I- shut up Dick. I- *laughs* ok in my defence that was my version of a gap year-,
Damian: and it was my version of child neglect, you're going on the board.
Dick: suck it, littlewing!
Tim: *cackles*
Jason: yeah yeah- that's still only three for Damian, i'm still winning.
Damian: Grayson should also be on my board.
Dick: UM? HOLD ON-
Jason, instantly: OOOOOOOH, NOT FUCKIN' LAUGHIN' NOW, ARE WE GOLDEN BOY?
Dick: HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE HERE-
Tim, enjoying this way more than he should: no, no, Dick the kid has a point, you literally had custody of him when B was lost in the timestream, you definitely count.
Damian: i rest my case.
Dick: HOW THE FUCK DID I FAIL?
Jason: SUCKS TO SUCK DICKFACE.
Damian: you called me short that one time and it severely effected my self esteem. emotional abuse.
Jason: *cackles*
Damian: you also also passed me off to father again, so you are also complicit to his damaged attempt at parenting.
Bruce, offended: Damian-
Dick: what are you- YOU WERE TEN. YOU WERE SHORT. ALL TEN YEAR OLDS ARE SHORT.
Tim, instantly: Billy Batson.
Dick: WH- ok first of all, he's only tall part-time, and second of all THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS-
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*Two-Face, across the street, listening to them yell through the open window of their stakeout spot*
Goon he was scheming with: ...sir, should we shoot at them or someth-?
Two-Face, holding up a finger: shh, i wanna see who wins.
insane some people don't use ad blockers? babe why r u rawdogging the internet
North of North is about a young Inuk woman who gets sick of her narcissistic husband's macho BS and moves in with her single mom. that... probably makes it sound like one of those shows, doesn't it.
well, maybe it is, maybe it's not (it's not). while Siaja (Anna Lambe, gorgeous, absolutely stunning) runs around trying to put her life back together and find herself (but first find and hold down a job and learn to coparent with her almost-ex - yeah of course she has a kid, she's 26!), there is life happening all over place in the tiny Nunavut town. Ice Cove is the kind of tight-knit community where your people won't leave you alone - but they also won't leave you alone, you know?
the show doesn't preach, but while you're laughing, it still quietly, casually shows you how colonialism doesn't really end.
how it lingers.
here's your white mayor. here's your language being slowly forgotten and now you need a translator to understand your elders. here's your town's lack of funding and what it gets it has to fight for (and how do you fight for it when there's another town (the Shelbyville to your Springfield, the Woodbury to your Stars Hollow) that even has a sushi place?). here's a French Canadian man who calls you Snocahontas. here's your mother's self-sabotaging old trauma.
*sigh* fine, there's also walrus dick baseball. if anything, watch it for the walrus dick baseball
sahlosacarver asked:
Hey do you have more posts about your 2 years in the desert? Lowkey planning a trip up the east coast and down through the middle in the next few years so if you have any stories to tell about this I would love to hear them!
derinthescarletpescatarian answered:
It’s very hot and dusty and outside of towns you won’t be on the power grid. If you’re working farms etc. outside of the towns, be prepared to live on generator power. If you’re lucky they might have solar by now.
If this is a road trip, bring enough water and fuel or you could very easily die. Do NOT go on fun little side adventures off the road without telling someone EXACTLY where you are going first. I cannot overstate how easy it is to get lost in the desert when you’re unfamiliar with the area and how unlikely it is that anyone will find you if they don’t know to look, and where to look. Phone service is spotty at best away from the homesteads.
Expect to pay about 3x as much for everything as you’re used to. Tiny town supermarkets have city petrol station prices. This is doubly true if you’re in a town where they know they’re the last stop for petrol for a long while, which you’ll run into if you’re going down the middle. They will milk that petrol price as much as they can. PAY IT. You do NOT want to be low on petrol in the middle of nowhere.
The little libraries and museums in the towns will be fucking tiny. Every town has one or two cafes and a pub; the pub food is usually pretty stable. The cafe food is exorbitantly priced and absolute slop 95% of the time. These places can and will fuck up supermarket convenience meals from the freezer aisle, inflate the price of the ruined food five times, and sell it to you. The other 5% of the time, the cafe has the best food you’ve ever had. (They’re usually good with ice cream and bad with fried food, if that helps.)
The eagles are endangered. Admire them from a distance and leave them alone.
Did I mention that it’s very hot and dusty? If you have a modern car with air conditioning, good. If you have something made before the year 2000, upgrade. You want good air conditioning in your car.
There will be dust everywhere.
Sometimes it’s not hot and dusty. Sometimes it’s hot and muddy. When it’s muddy, you will get bogged worse than you’ve ever been bogged before, and the people who come to rescue your vehicle will also get bogged. This is the Law of the Desert.
Fucking Kangaroos.
get a satellite phone. Kangaroo collisions are more likely at dusk and dawn. Make sure you check the emergency websites of $STATE EMERGENCY DEPT to keep an eye out for road closures due to bushfires, floods or cyclones (latter more applicable up north).
Also, depending on which desert and the season, be prepared for cold weather. Not The Cold Will Kill You levels, but the Aussie desert I used to live in would regularly get to -3 Celsius during winter nights...which is very unpleasant if you've only got hot weather clothes.
Don't drive at dusk and dawn unless it's an emergency. You will likely lose any fight you get into with a kangaroo - I've seen roos jump off after a crash, but the cars were unusable.
If you're going off the main highways at all, take enough drinking water for at least a week.
If you get stranded without phone reception, DON'T LEAVE YOUR CAR. Top killer of tourists is death by exposure because the emergency people can't find them because the tourist's car broke down and the tourist went wandering off.
dragon who lives uphill from a village and generally is actually a really good neighbor except sometimes she gets really broody and kidnaps a random human and tucks them under her wings for a day
no one even really minds because she’s very nice and this is one of the consequences of having a dragon neighbor. it’s just kinda inconvenient, but it’s nice for them to have a day off anyway
"Anyone seen Smith? I was supposed to have my horse re-shod today."
"He's having a dragon day."
"Oh! Good for him! Guess I'm not going into the city tomorrow though"
“Anyone seen Smith?
I was supposed to have my
horse re-shod today.”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Ever since starting to publish romance novels I’ve been checking out the romance books at the thrift store specifically for the clinch covers, as a reference for what I might want to do with my own books.
As a culture we mocked these to extinction but I think we were just afraid of their power. The modern clinch revival still hasn't reached the heady heights of what they were doing in the 80s! The vintage covers can be really quite explicit. These ones in particular were steamy enough they had to be hidden on an inner flap.
This episode of the Smart Bitches Trashy Books podcast where they interview Shirley Green and Sharon Spiak, who were romance novel cover artists in the 80s, is a fascinating look at what a huge industry these covers were. Did you know they had whole photography studios full of props to make these? They’d take photos and turn those over to a painter who’d make something like a couple of these a day. They had it down to a science.
Here is a particular favourite of mine, also by Sharon Spiak!
