tumblr users’ obsession with self-reporting (especially as a weird form of penance) needs to be studied

you don’t need to tell the world you still like Harry Potter because it’s your comfort movie or because your dad read it to you when you were little or something like that in response to a post about the harm continued monetary support of Harry Potter causes. you don’t need to tell tumblr all the myriad of reasons you don’t like rap under a post about how rap is often misrepresented as ultra-violent or overtly sexual and misogynistic because of racism. No one on tumblr has to know anything about you. no one has to know you still read your old Harry Potter books or that the only rap artist you like is Eminem. No one is going to say “oh of course you’re the One True Good Person with a Good Reason!” when you say that rap is difficult to listen to because of your auditory processing disorder or you’re only a part of the Marauders fandom. Just keep your shit to yourself and don’t embarrass yourself under other peoples’ posts.

funniest possible reply and its not even on purpose

-charlotte zhang art installation at the alice gallery

“The men you asked for are assembled, sir.”

So good at feeling not so good at expressing

morbing .......

If one can believe in the passage of time, it's been 13 years since my brave little pooch did nothing in the face of chaos. Thank u for allowing him to burn. 🙆 🙇

Imants Tillers (Australian,b.1950)

Kangaroo Blank, 1988

Oil stick, gouache, oil paint and acrylic paint on 78 canvases

he has beautiful doe eyes and im like a ford f-150 going 80mph in the middle of the night

Captain Valentine Barnard, 1810.

It's darkly amusing to me that some people thought my mom didn't "discipline" me enough as a kid, were not shy about making sure both she AND I knew it, and now as an adult I'm one of the only people in my friend group who still wants anything to do with their parents. The proof is in the pudding, as they say.

When I was a kid, I broke a ceramic soap dispenser. I burst into tears and was terrified that I was going to be in trouble. My mom told me that it was okay, because accidents happen sometimes, and the important thing was that I didn't do it on purpose and apologized.

When someone else I know was a kid, they broke a dish on accident and got screamed at and guilt tripped. To this day, they have to push down a panic attack at the sound of broken glass, and have had to actively work on healing from that trauma. They will always have to carry that.

I think maybe it's not MY mom who fucked up in the "how to discipline your child" department. Quite frankly, I think the idea of "disciplining children" is fucked up and deeply harmful on a fundamental level.

When a kid does something wrong, you have to teach them how to fix it and do better. Humans are messy and complicated and we don't know everything there is to know just by being born. Children are learning how to be human beings, and that's a really hard thing to learn.

Kids question and fight back against authority that mistreats them, but someone treating them like a human being with human emotions is usually going to have a lot of success. Kids just want to be respected, and it's our job as adults to give them that basic human dignity. The world is utterly terrifying, and made scarier when all the grown-ups seem to hate you and wish you would just shut up and go away, even the ones that claim they want you around.

Kids can be mean, because they're still learning how to socialize and communicate and collaborate. Sometimes you have to give them time to cool off, and sometimes you have to redirect them. Sometimes you have to be firm. Sometimes you have to be an adult, and hone your conflict de-escalation and resolution skills. None of that requires punishment.

And if a child does something truly cruel and fucked up and shitty, and it hurts someone in a big way? My first question isn't "what should their punishment be," my first question is always, "who taught this kid that, and is this child in active danger from them?"

Ursula K. Le Guin has truly, truly never missed even once

something I like to think about with billy gibson is the tension that must exist between his desire to be positioned as the woman in his relationship in some ways (to be courted, to be penetrated, to be viewed [falsely, in his case] as a recipient of sex rather than a participant) and his obvious and reasonable adversion to being talked down to and controlled, which is what being a woman in a relationship entails in this setting

transfemininism could have saved her

dont piss me off. next time you go on a trip im filling your house with galapagos finches. by the time you return, they've evolved to fill your niche. they're a better spouse to your partner. they're a better parent for your child. and? they're a better friend to me than you ever were.

one time i accidentally left a flock of galapagos finches overnight in the music store i worked in. by the time i punched into work the next day, they had evolved to fill the niches of each instrument. now they're a world-renowned band. maybe you've heard of... fleetwood mac?

-Billy and Ray’s daughter meeting another mixed race person who looks like her

-One of her beloved toys being an old raggedy t shirt that they tied a knot in to be vaguely doll-shaped. She gets so attached to it that they make another one, because whenever they wash it, she gets very upset because it “doesn’t smell right”

-When they’re exploring the bones of what used to be the DC metropolitan area, they stumble across a house that hasn’t fallen particularly deep into disrepair and crash for the night. Ray and Billy enjoy the opportunity to sleep in a bed that isn’t two cots pushed together. They take a mattress from another bedroom for kiddo to sleep on (they’re worried she’d roll out of an adult sized bed) but she gets upset because they’re not home and she doesn’t know if the fish are okay (Ray and Billy put things in place so the fish would be fine up to 48 hours without them) and fortunately the bed can fit all three of them very comfortably.

-“Holy shit. Is that a drone?” Ray confirms, yes, it does look a lot like that. Billy laughs and looks so triumphant. “She won’t be alone.” During nights when he can’t fall asleep, what would happen to her when they’re both gone weighed so heavy on his mind.