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once-and-future-gay
what is it abt bbc merlin that makes it. linger
once-and-future-gay
ppl keep talking about unfulfilled potential but that's not it for me. it's something else.
once-and-future-gay
#because it didn’t end. not really#the prophecy wasn’t fulfilled. there was no golden age.#arthur hasn’t returned and they’ve never truly stood side by side as honest equals.#the knights died without saying goodbye. everyone left without saying goodbye. everyone changed without saying goodbye.#there’s so many gaps and plot holes and inexplicable writing decisions but None of them compare to the massive fucking void of that finale.#merlin is at the lake. merlin is still at the lake.#merlin is Still At The Lake and the writers had the gall to look us in the eye and say ‘That is all. Go home.’#there are tragic stories and then there are unfinished stories and this one is unfinished#with tragedy there is a finality to it even if the story ‘continues’ without an audience. but this fucking show didnt finish#and no matter how many fan-made fix-it’s no matter how many headcanons no matter how much art and creativity we do#it will not change that the show is unfinished. the book never closed the curtain never dropped we are waiting at the lake
tags by @surreal-static
i am never going to fucking recover from these tags. fucking hell
Reblogged shiobookmark
spaghettioverdose
Reblog to save a duck
Quack quack
It’s getting to be that time of year where more people are going outside to parks and stuff so i thought it would a good idea to reblog this again
Once I was feeding some ducks from a bag of birdseed I brought with me, and this woman next to me looked so confused and asked what I was feeding them
When I said it was birdseed she just went “oh- can they actually eat that? Is that safe?”
I didnt know how to respond like, at all, so I just pointed at the duck and said “bird”
She then had a look on her face like a new groove was just forcibly carved in her brain and said softly “oh my fucking god”
Reblogged nour386
Today's Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,
- Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.
- OhSoThat'sHowIt'sGonnaBe.jpg
- Ok.
- I somehow summon a week's worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them
- A hotel
- An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away
- A perscription refilled from 2 states away
- and A Pizza
- Go me.
- But then it's 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldn't meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say "CRYPTID" in Gothic Font on my ass.
- So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards
- #nailedit
- It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.
- it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friend's new phone except the new guy doesn't know how to operate the "sign for package" device, and the old guy that's supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesn't actually know how to operate the device either.
- by the way
- it is already
- over 100 out
- it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone
- when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.
- he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the cat's room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.
- He'll be fine
- He's a cattle dog, they're legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.
- but
- more to the point
- i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside
- has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??
- And
- I got other shit to do today.
- namely.
- I'm seeing a realator
- The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons
- I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her
- at least
- I think that's what it is because what she sends me is: "🏡⏰12:00 ❔"
- With the time typed in the middle like that.
- She is, according to her profile, at least 80.
- so I reply "😎👍"
- and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.
- She's on an iPhone so half of them don't even translate across platforms
- It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.
- in emoji
- instead of like
- literally any other format
- I am
- FASCINATED
- and simply must meet the woman so if I don't come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but I'm taking the Corgi with me as protection so I'll see y'all later.
Update:
- It's not fairies
- It's Doris.
- might be about to get a sewing machine and/or start an ACAB riot.
Ok, so:
- I'm going to see a prospective house because due to various circumstances, I'm probably going to be moving to the other side of a major metropolitan area in the next few months, but that's not important.
- I get to the house
- I get a text from the realtor
- The realtor is not the person who has been texting me in emoji
- The person texting me in emoji is the homeowner, who the realtor says will let me in if I want, she's running late.
- Sure
- Why not
- I put Herschel on leash and go to the front door
- As much crime as he commits at home Herschel The Hanukkah Goblin has terrific public manners, and is Very Cute so I'm about 90% sure the emoji fairy is going to let me take him through the house
- Door opens.
- 90-something blue haired old lady with a spine like a question mark and glasses that could be used as telescope lenses opens the door.
- "OH [Gallus]! How lovely to see you!"
- This woman clearly knows me because she remembers my anniversary was last week and that my sister is back from Australia.
- Problem is
- I know about 500 geriatric ladies with blue hair, scoliosis and extreme prescription glasses, because I am a member of 2 quilt guilds, the scientific illustration guild, the rocky mountain SCA and stagehand for three different theater companies, so I know everyone's grandma and fuck me if I can tell them apart.
- Wait
- There's a quilt in thekitchen, visible front hall
- I don't know faces but apparently I can recognize applique techniques at 40paces.
- "...Doris? From SAQA?"
- "YES! Who is this handsome little man?"
- Herschel speaks enough English to know that "handsome little man" means "this person will feed me milk bones and bacon if I'm cute enough"
- Immediately does a Sit Pretty and Shake.
- Doris is bewitched
- This is fine, but I also know I'm about to severely disappoint the realtor because there is no way in hell I'm moving into this House.
- Because
- The reason Doris is moving out is that her neighbor is a Cunt Magnifique and has been harassing Doris and everyone else to form an HOA and "improve the quality of our residents" because this woman has nothing better to do than be a racist-ass busy body, and recently, she's set her husband, a county sheriff on Doris, trying to bully her into signing paperwork and threatening her with legal action and writing her up for bullshit property violations
- Ain't putting up with that shit
- And neither is Doris, so she's selling all her shit and moving out to live with her grandchildren in Santa Monica.
- But she's technologically impaired, so the only indication that there is an estate sale happening is a small paper sign in her front yard.
- "Doris." I say, as Herschel makes himself comfortable on the couch for belly rubs and pieces of ham. "Did you tell SAQA or FRCC or anyone on Facebook that you're having the sale?"
- "oh, I don't know how to do all that!" She sighs. "I tried to call the Denver post but they just put me on hold for ages..."
- "Watch Herschel for 20 minutes and he's only allowed to have that one piece of ham."
- Pics of everything
- Address, time and pics to Facebook, both quilt guilds she's in, two more I have contacts for, nextdoor, and the local SCA discord for good measure.
- It's 12 minutes and Herschel persuaded her to give him at least three pieces of ham.
- He is petitioning for a fourth by doing a little puppy dance on the living room rug.
- "OK, that's enough ham, people will be here in 10. Where is your cash box?"
- Because apparently I'm running an estate sale today too.
- It's fine :)
- There's about 7 minutes of quiet.
- Then
- They DESCEND
- The first on the scene is DeeDee, who doesn't believe in speed limits. She's arrived with a horse trailer. I remember that she is also moving.
- "HI DORIS SWEETHEART WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS TODAY I WAS GOING TO TAKE ALL THIS TO THE GOODWILL HERE LET ME SET UP ON YOUR LAWN "
- DeeDee is 73, and has a special spiritual bond with Hello Kitty. She weighs like 98lbs, dresses exclusively in neon pink sanrio clothes and the kind of eye makeup drag queens aspire to.
- She also speaks non-stop at a volume normally associated with jet engines.
- Half the horse trailer is already spread out on the lawn.
- Doris is putting price stickers on stuff
- Herschel is trying to tear open a bag of cotton batting.
- This, and the arrival of approximately 56 minivans, five more trucks with horse trailers and Corgi Excitement Screaming alert Cunt Magnifique that something is happening outside.
- Madame saunters off her porch up to Doris and Demands to know what's happening, you're supposed to notify the neighborhood and get a permit to-"
- Doris, surrounded by her pack of silver wolves, shouts. "OH HELLO! EVERYONE, THIS IS MARCIA. I'VE TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT MARCIA." >:)c
... further details in a bit I think the Vikings are here.
~`* SOMEONE'S GETTING FIRED!!*`~
OK so.
- You know those high school house parties you see in movies, where the person invites only a few friends, but those friends call their friends, and those friends call THEIR friends and soon like 500 people show up to one house and someone calls the cops and that one John Mulaney sketch with "SCATTER!" happens?
- Old people will 100% do this too, except instead of a house party it's an estate sale on a wednesday afternoon and when the cop shows up there are lawyers present and he is in DEEP SHIT because his wife just spent the afternoon admitting to doing a bunch of wildly illegal shit on tape.
- So when we left off, the party had really started getting underway, because Marcia the Cunt Magnifique had decided to crash the estate sale and whine about "we're supposed to coordinate garage sales as a neighborhood" and "your friends are blocking traffic on this cul-de-sac while nobody is home" weh weh-
- DeeDee is about ready to throw hands but she is nowhere near the most dangerous of the Silver Silver Wolves.
- That's Dr. Ruth.
- Dr. Ruth turned 99 this year and went paragliding for her birthday
- So you understand just how hard she goes
- Dr. Ruth sort of hobbles over and point-blank asks "So I understand you've been trying to start a homeowner's association?" :3c
- Marcia
- Entirely misunderstanding how much danger she's in
- Starts enumerating the TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS of trying to start one, because SOME PEOPLE DON'T RESPECT AUTHORITY and all the paperwork and talking to people and she even had to ask HER HUSBAND. A SHERRIF. To go around and hand people stuff to sign.
- Some people, right?
- Dr. Ruth nods. Some people. She agrees.
- You know.
- Her son is a lawyer.
- Why doesn't she give him a call?
- Marcia, a Moron: Oh that'd be great!
- Dr. Ruth, hobbling back to Doris: "Don't worry. David will handle this."
- Meanwhile
- The Friends-Of-Friends and the Friends-Of-Friends-Of-Friends are arriving, lured in because they heard the words "Longarm Sewing Machine" and "Hand-made quilts"
- Various factions present include but are far from limited to: -Probably Six Quilt Guilds -The Denver Art League -The Denver Leather League -The Vikings -The Klingons -The Colorado Wild Game Share -A Pack of Scientific Illustrators -A Pack of Assorted Scientists they brought with them -The Sheep Lesbians -The Horse Lesbians -Three Extremely Competent Finnish People (My Scientific Illustration Professor and her sisters) who immediately take over the estate sale and turn it into an auction to maximize profit and keep the taxes in order.
- Someone brings two additional Corgi called "Cap" and "Bucky"
- They are Pembroke Corgi, and weigh about 21lbs apiece
- Herschel is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi and weighs 42lbs because he's hug even for a Cardigan, and is Delighted with his New Minions.
- They worship him as a God and follow him around so every time he sticks his face in something two smaller corgi faces immediately follow, like some kind of adorable cerberus.
- Pelts and meat shares are being traded out of the backs of trucks and vans
- Someone is making bratwurst.
- Intrigued by the Brouhaha, Doris' neighbors emerge.
- They are also Geriatric and very nervous, because Marcia has been harassing them too.
- They are telling this to the members of these factions that are also lawyers.
- There are at least 5 of them so far and David isn't even here yet.
- I realize my realtor isn't even here.
- I decide to text her.
- She is somewhere in the crowd and having a nervous breakdown because She's SO LATE!!!
- Ma'am.
- It's 103 out.
- I was just handed a freshly grilled Brat
- Some bitch is incriminating herself on the lawn.
- Nothing scheduled is happening.
- Come sit in the yard and watch the Corgis play on the Palyskool plastic slide set. They're disassembling it like tiny furry engineers.
- Have a bratwurst.
- One of the Klingons appears, having physically carried my realtor through the crowd, and gently deposits her on the lawn before handing her a Bratwurst.
- Diane, the Realtor, is not much older than I am, and from the preppie swaths of society that has "Never had a dog growing up" and "Didn't Know People Could Just. Make. Blankets?" and "What is this? It's like a hot dog but spicy?"
- She is having a LEARNING EXPERIENCE.
- One of the Horse Lesbians comes over and compliments Diane on her Dior handbag.
- Diane thanks her ans compliments the apparently expensive brand scarf she has on. Do you. Know all these people?
- Horse Lesbian explains that she's part of the SCA, and what that is, and that why yes. Her girlfriend Tasha is an armorer. Yes like for knights.
- More Livestock Lesbians assemble.
- They are pulling off shirts to show off livestock and battle scars, and biceps.
- Diane is LEARNING A LOT TODAY.
- I am just getting everyone's contact info and making sure Herschel does not consume his weight in bratwurst.
- BWOOP!
- Uh-Oh.
- Marcia's Husband is here.
- I step out front.
- He has used the siren to largely part the crowd and pull into his driveway but it has closed around him and there is No Escape.
- He starts huffing and puffing about blocked traffic and permits and the like, but this is not his usual Can-Bully-Without-Consequences crowd.
- These are Grandmas.
- Veterans of the 60's protest front who never let up.
- He's starting to turn bright red and looks like he's about to cry and I've got my phone out to record whatever Incident is about to occur.
- -And a Mercedes pulls up.
- It's David.
- Dr. Ruth's son.
- The Lawyer.
- And I emphasize that The because David is not some mere ambulance chaser.
- David is the guy that the state sends to prosecute Corporate Fraud and Organized Crime and Other State Departments.
- David was part of the team that took down the CO Branch of the KKK.
- David is all of 5'4", very round and a balding little man that looks like the Dictonary Definition of "Nebbish" that moves with such intense confidence and authority that he pretty much has the Pillar Men Theme Blasting behind him at all times.
- So when he and three other lawyers from the state's office step out of the car
- Mr. Sherrif goes from red to while like color-changing octopus and I am like 50% sure he shit himself.
- Because what he and Marcia have been doing is Very, Very, Very, VERY, Fucking Illegal.
- "mArCiA!" he garbles. "sHuT tHe fUcK uP!"
- Marcia is standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac, having spent the last 3 hours recounting to anyone who will listen about the 'measures she's had to take' and now the 5 lawyers that were here are delightedly handing over the paperwork that she had forced on Doris and her Neighbors, and pointing at all the doorbell cameras and witnesses out to the state's top prosecutor.
- Friends
- I ugly laughed.
- FOUR HOURS LATER: -Auction wrapped up with a solid $40K to Doris' name plus pending sales on some of her larger furniture and antiques
- Plus whatever David gets in damages from the county sherrif's office.
- Marcia and husband are fucking busted
- Herschel spent all afternoon running around and eating snacks and is passed out on the floor
- Diane is "meeting up with" one of the Horse Lesbians next week.
- The sewing machine went to someone else but I did open my purse and found out Doris or someone shoved a bunch of cash in there.
- I'm getting ice dream and going to bed.
...Always reblog the Epics. :)
Reblogged ruinedchildhood
my favorite coworker told me the scenario she thinks of to fall asleep is she stumbles upon a baby sheep and has to raise it and it grows up and she has to shear it and she says she envisions shearing it so carefully that she always falls asleep at that part
Reblogged beatrice-otter
“the arts and sciences are completely separate fields that should be pitted against each other” the overlap of the arts and sciences make up our entire perceivable reality they r fucking on the couch
Art vs STEM is a lie created to stop us from turning on the real enemy: business and economics
Arts vs STEM is a lie, the computer that put us on the moon was a loom of woven wires, our space suits were made by hand sewing, we need chemistry to mix paint and we need biology to raise the sheep who make the wool we spin into yarn and crochet or knit or weave and the world is beautiful
Reblogging as a science enthusiast and an artist
Reblogged beatrice-otter
I was listening to a podcast discussing the question of what to do if a library book isn't just objectionable but has dangerously wrong information- in this case, advice to feed your infant raw milk- and they were conflicted about it because they didn't want to pile on the book bans. As someone who is not yet a librarian but has done a bunch of research on how libraries work, here's my advice if any of you have a similar situation:
Libraries get rid of books all the time- it's the only way they can find room for new books- and the first books to go are outdated legal and medical textbooks, where incorrect information could get a person killed or arrested. So if you find dangerously incorrect medical information in a book, please tell a librarian! You don't have to petition for a book ban, just politely bring it to the attention of the reference librarian! If they decide you're right, they'll remove it, and if not, they'll keep it. It doesn't make you a member of Moms for Liberty if you alert them to something they missed when weeding.
(Librarians who see this, feel free to add on if there's more to it!)
Adding to this: if you find questionable or potentially dangerous content in a book, any book, and you bring it to the attention of a librarian, their job is then to check and make that call.
Librarians have to get a masters degree to do the job. They spend years studying to do it, and have to prove their dedication to the accuracy and availability of information before they ever get behind the desk.
If you think something sounds wrong or dangerous, that’s a good data point. Your librarian is going to follow up with research about the modern understanding of what you found, the historic relevance of the book it’s in, and what likely outcomes of that information being available are. Some old, outdated books are useless. Some are interesting or useful records of the ideas and understandings of a past people. Some are primary documents from people who were incorrect.
Book bans demand librarians take books off the shelves entirely because they were told to, no further thought. The people telling them to have, generally, no expertise to make that call. If you find something objectionable and bring it to a librarians attention, you’re letting them know there’s some work to be done.
This, yeah. If you bring the book to the attention of the person at the checkout desk--who, frequently, is not a librarian--they will probably give you a form to fill out. It will be called something like, "Materials challenge form," and it will be the same form that they give to the Moms for Liberty types. That's OK!
Just fill it out and write down, in detail, exactly what you object to. Put the page number, if you can, and be specific--not just, "this book has some bad advice about what to feed babies," but, "On page 72, it says that raw milks is good for babies. This is incorrect, and following this advice could lead to a baby getting sick or even dying."
The stereotypical materials challenge is a vague, ideologically-driven screed, where it's clear that the person making the challenge hasn't read the book, or even looked at it, and has no idea what it contains, apart from a few buzzwords. A challenge that is about a specific, checkable fact will be a breath of fresh air.
You aren't outraged that the library has books about feeding babies naturally; you're saying that a specific thing about this particular book makes it a poor choice. The library can look for another title with the same subject area (whole, natural foods for babies) and general perspective (it's in favor of them) but that covers the topic in a more responsible way, and you'll be happy. The Moms for Liberty, on the other hand, want libraries to either not cover the topic, or cover it from only one perspective.
Reblogged shadowwingwitch
ur-daily-inspiration
Reblogged zackaran
I’ve probably said this before but having every good and service turn into a subscription model is one of the worst new developments of our era of capitalism. Like yeah, shit sucked before but it didn’t suck for 19.99 a month indefinitely. This some new shit.
Reblogging this again bc I can’t stop angrily thinking about how there should be laws in place so that when a company sells a product or service there is either a cap on how many years they can keep charging subscription for it or they have to name a price they decide the product is worth and either the buyer pays that upfront or by those weekly/monthly instalments. At least put laws in place on what legally qualifies as a subscription service.
Reblogged shiobookmark
I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT
To prove something to a friend, please
REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
spacexualkids
:)
ladyofthegeneral
REBLOGGING SO HARD.
@chickiefoo I read this as “do asexuals belong in space” and got SO EXCITED to send it to you
Reblogged forcryingoutbat
fuckthisbloganditscurses
Happiness Will Come To You.
gaymacs
when tho
sandvendor100
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!