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So, this is a blog about stuff that is important to me. And sometimes, cute and pretty things, because I really need that after all the shit happening. She/her pronouns, bisexual, ADD, white passing.

the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.

I TURNED AROUND FOR *FIVE FUCKING SECONDS* AND OLLIE GOT HIS *ENTIRE GODDAMN FACE* INTO THE SEAFOOD ALFREDO

SIR

internet politics and real-world politics have gotten so separated, and pretty soon all this internet weirdness is gonna come crashing into real life and politicians are gonna start throwing around words like “SJW” and “anime communist” and “dark enlightenment” and it’s just gonna be the most ridiculous fucking thing

date of origin: 13th of april, 2015.

happy 10 year anniversary!

This post.

This fucking post.

It is in some ways, the only piece of evidence I have that there was a time Before.

“She was a woman who pretended to be a man to escape oppression.” and it’s someone who lived his life as a man and even his grave has his chosen name on it and bro even said “don’t you dare look at my body post mortem” but of course. Put him in your “women in history” books. Fucking hell.

my fav is amelio robles avila who killed two dudes trying to forcibly transvestigate him and threatened anyone who misgendered him with a gun. i find that stuff about him tends to misgender less than other historical figures who aren't known for threatening to shoot people.

interesting, that's all im saying.

He was also noted to shoot with his right hand while smoking a cigar with this left and that is so fucking metal to me.

Like all he did was aura farm.

I also noticed how even the official Mexican government acknowledges him as a man, something that the American government seems unable to do with our own veterans.

Saying that a certain group of people is too privileged to complain about the way that things are is its own sort of defense of the status quo

Like if a white person from the American suburbs who had doctors for parents says "the suburbs are set up in a way that's designed to alienate the people within them from their neighbors growing up there can be an incredibly lonely isolating experience" and you respond with "shut up you had everything you ever wanted growing up" you are sort of pretending that this asocial way of living we've set up based on harmful ideas like castle doctrine and individualism is in some way desirable for someone when the reality of the situation is that everyone is miserable.

Oh boy this is popping off. But I just want to put on this post that this isn't just about the example that I used this is also when people get mad at you for complaining about aspects of living in America because other people are getting bombed by America how dare you, or when (usually neurodivergent) white people complain about how wasp monoculture is high key hostile to be raised in, or when people with middle class jobs complain about the shit their boss pulls, or any other number of situations in which a relatively privileged potential ally talks about the unique ways the oppressive systems we're looking to overthrow effects them negatively. Like yes sure if you have a minimum wage job it's annoying to listen to someone with a salary and benefits say "my boss treats me like shit and my company is doing x evil thing" but if you're in that situation and you're actually down for the cause instead of just here to play oppression Olympics, you want to gain allies in this fight by saying "have you considered unionizing" instead of pushing people away by saying "shut up at least you can afford rent"

DIFFERENT BATTLES, SAME WAR

found this three year old draft buried in my files. is it funny? I don't remember

no no you’re on to something don’t leave this in the notes!

Danny texting Sam and Tucker: Where are you guys?
Sam: Sorry. Tucker, took a wrong turn and the GPS lost signal. We finally found someone who could give us directions but we're twenty minutes out.
Danny: You have to hurry. I'm surrounded by rich people who keep asking me questions then laugh when I answer!
Sam: They're being passive aggressive. Just smile and say something backhanded back
Danny: okay.
Danny: That's was terrible advice.
Sam: Why what happened?
Danny: I think I'm engaged now? Or they trying to get engaged to me??? I just insulted everyone here and now they're asking about my prospects.
Sam: Oh no. Danny, I think you may have implied that you're someone important. The rich look down on each other, and if you did it overly well, then you just made them think you were a good means of elevating their standing through you. Get out of that Gala. DO. NOT. TALK. TO. ANYONE. ELSE. RUN.
Danny: Instructions not clear: I'm now a Wayne, and apparently I got 14 dates.
Sam: What?! You cant impersonate a Wayne! They're like royalty in the Nepo baby world! Why would you lie like that?!
Danny: I didn't lie! Someone just yelled out "Another blue eye dark hair orphan Wayne picked up" and everyone went with it. I got mobbed by rich people!
Sam: What do you think Bruce Wayne will do when he finds out that your pretending to be his son!?
Danny sends Selfie of him and Bruce smiling and hugging: He set up a college fund for me and asked me what room I wanted in the Manor.
Sam: what
Tucker: Hey I know Im driving and my car was reading the text to me so I cant see that pick but I have to interrupt here and ask: Does Mr.Wayne want more children? I need a college fund and a room in a Manor.
Danny: He said he love to have you
Sam: We were supposed to go to the Queen Gala to get Oliver Queen to fund more green research not get adopted by Bruce Wayne! Why do you even want to be adopted? You're a King! You're not exactly hurting for money....well living money.
Danny: My parents tried to dissect me.
Tucker: The proper term is vivisect.
Sam: Touche.
Danny: Tucker, you're now officially adopted and are now my brother too. Sam, do you want me to ask for you? Since your parents cut all ties with you, that's basically a orphan.
Sam: Fine, sure, but only if he will fund our nonprofit.
Danny: Bruce said yes.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room Bruce is texting his kids.
Bruce: You all have 3 new siblings
Damian: Father, you have a serious problem. At this point it's not a inconvenience. Its a cry for help.
Dick: How old are they?
Jason: Whats thier sob story?
Bruce: They're all just turned seventeen. It's the Danny Fenton Case. Fenton is here now attempting to go by a different name but I can tell its him.
Tim: The kid that his parents cut open on live, claiming he wasn't human? Yeah, thats a good sob story. What about the other two?
Bruce: Danny said they come as a package. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. I asked Babs to check them out
Barbara: Samantha and Tucker were on the missing teens lists having run away from home with Danny after rescuing him from his parents. The official statement thier parents made was that the three were in a "sinful" poly relationship and took off togther but based on what I found, they see eachother as siblings and each lived with a different version of child abuse.
Bruce: I got a good deal. Three for one. They want to live at home with me. My nest is growing.
Dick: I think Damian was right. This is a cry for help.

Maria Skłodowska-Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me

Thomas: Bruce! My baby! Look at you!
Danny: Um? Excuse me?
Martha: Oh Bruce, you're still so young. What happened?
Danny: Um, I think you have the wrong ghost. My name is Danny-
Thomas: You can't be older then fourteen. Oh, my baby, how did you die in only six years? Im so sorry, I should have been there. Should have protected you better. Should made sure your mother could have at least done it my place! If only I had been the only one to die in that alley!
Martha: Don't blame yourself Thomas. That thief is the one who took our lives and he was only there because of my pearls. If anyone is to blame for our deaths, it's me.
Thomas: My love, don't say such nonsense. It was never your fault!
Danny: Er, I really think you have the wrong person.
Thomas: Nonsense. Ghosts can sense family ties and you are definitely our son. Can't you feel it? The connection? It should feel like a smaller version of a Haunt. Have you gone to your Haunt yet? Papa can show you.
Danny mystified: I did follow the feeling of a miniature Haunt out here. Wait, does that mean, you're my birth parents?
Martha: Birth parents? Bruce, do you not remember us?
Danny: Look, I'm not Bruce, my name is Danny Fenton. I was adopted by the Fentons when I was a newborn after my parents left me in a firestation drop box.
Martha: *gasp* Bryce? Is that....you?
Danny: ....I just said it was Danny.
Thomas: Look, my love, the birthmark on his neck. Its him. Its our Bryce.
Danny: I'm confused
Martha crying: You're our second son. When I had you and your twin brother, Bruce, the doctors said you were a stillborn. We thought....we burried you....we mourned you...and this whole time you were alive?
Thomas crying: You died today didnt you. You were alive....and now....you never got to adulthood.
Danny: um
Martha hugging him: Shhhh its okay. Mama and papa are here. We may not have been able to have you in life but in death, we can be a family
Danny: Ummmm
Thomas hugging them: We're united and we can be a family. We'll wait for your brother. Bruce will join us hopefully for many years to come.
Danny: Im not dead.
Martha: Oh honey I know its hard to accept but-
Danny switching from Phantom to Fenton: Im not dead. I'm half alive.
Martha: Wha-
Danny: I can also leave the Ghost Zone whenever I want.
Thomas: You can get to Bruce then... you can go to your brother! Check up on him! Be our bridge to him! My love its a miracle! Our Bruce and Bryce are both alive!
Danny: About that, why did you name your kids with only one letter difference-
Martha: no time for those questions! You must go to Gotham and find Bruce!
Danny: Hold on I never said-
Thomas: Do not talk back to your mother young man.
Danny: Shes not my-
Martha: My powers let's me send Shadows to the living world. I've been using them to cloak Bruce when he walks home but I think I should be able to send you to him. Hold on- there he is. In his room. I'll put you in his closet
Danny: Wait- *pops out of existence*
Thomas: That was close. He almost found out I misspelled Bruce's name on the paperwork and the nurse assumed I was going for a twin theme. I should have scratched that out better.
Martha: You always had terrible spelling. Hopefully our boys didn't inherit that. Can you hear anything?
Thomas concentrating: Its not raining too much in Gotham. I can only hear where the raindrops touch since I died in the rain puddle but- there! Alfred just heard Bruce scream and he's running through the yard. Yes, Bryce just crashed through Bruce's window and is Alfred turned in his direction now. Wait, it sounds like Bryce is running from the manor. Bruce is right after him. Goodness what time is it? They shouldn't be running around Gotham so late.
Martha: Gotham rain and shadows will protect them.
Thomas: The last time you said that Bruce got thrown into a dumpster
Martha: That was because he was dating that girl. She's a real firecracker. I hope Ms. Kyle and Bruce met again and marry. She's perfect. Do you think Bryce likes girls?
Thomas: After that little light show to change from ghost to human? No the boy is practically a moving gay club.
Martha: Hes perfect. Our boys are perfect
Thomas: Yes, and they're together again. Shall we return to our Haunt my dear? I want to see if we can access the shadows to watch them.
Martha: Oh must! Let's go my darling.

Did you know that the very first assembly of photographs in sequential order to create a motion picture was a two-second clip of a Black man on a horse? Yes, it was. Yes, it was. Look it up.

NOPE • 2022, dir. Jordan Peele

I still have almost four hours until I can pull the dice from the pressure pot. I cannot wait to see how they turn out, aaaaa!! I haven't gotten to make dice in so long and I'm beyond excited. 😁

ONE HOUR LEFT!!! 👀

Time to crack this bad boy open!!!

Y'all, the sparkle on these is UNREAL! The photo does NOT do them justice! I still need to polish them and paint in the numbers rainbow, but I am SO thrilled with the pull!

When you’re in the middle of playing hockey, you don’t have much time or lungpower to spare for lengthy chats, so hockey players develop a lot of on-ice shorthand. Some of this is probably limited to beer leagues like mine, but I’ve definitely heard a few of these phrases caught on the rink-level mics during NHL games, so I thought maybe some of y’all who don’t play hockey might be interested in translations of a few of the things hockey players yell at each other mid-game.

OFF = You are offside.

OOOOOOOFF = You are offside and don’t seem to realize it; stop trying to touch the puck and move your ass out of the fucking zone before you force a whistle.

CHANGE = You’ve been on the ice a long time.

CHAAAAAAANGE = Are you aware that there are other people on this team who would like to play hockey at some point?

ONE ON = An opposing player is trying to get the puck away from you and it appears that you haven’t noticed.

GOT TIME = Don’t panic and fling the puck into Siberia, there’s no one close enough to take it away from you right this second.

ICE IT = We’ve been in our zone for three minutes and everyone on the ice is nearing collapse, so go ahead, panic and fling the puck into Siberia.

I’M OPEN = Pass toward the sound of my voice right fucking now.

ALL YOU = Take the puck forward yourself; everyone else is far enough behind you that you should not rely on getting any backup on this developing play.

I GOT YOU = You are so egregiously out of position that it makes more sense for us to just switch jobs for a minute.

I GOT IT = If we both skate hard to the puck at the same time, as is currently happening, there will be no one to pass it to and also we are liable to collide in an unproductive fashion, so just let me handle it.

I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT = You did not listen to me and we are about to collide in an unproductive fashion.

edited to add: NOOOOOOOOOOO = The ref has signaled no icing on this play, so quit gliding while you wait for a whistle and move your damn feet. (This is probably the most confusing one to overhear if you don’t know what it means XD)

back in the day this post made the rounds in hockey RPF and in Check Please and I am pleased to see once again a hockey-based fandom full of people who know nothing about hockey circulating this crucial info XD for the record I am always happy to splain hockey at pretty much anyone who asks!

oh that just means they’re a goalie. there is no explaining goalies. one time I asked my goalie why he didn’t use a gear bag with wheels (goalie bags almost always have wheels bc they have more/heavier equipment) and he—bent almost double under the weight of his gigantic bag—looked me straight in the eye and said “it makes me appreciate the game more.” I once knew a goalie who communicated solely via gifs of porn bloopers. there’s one NHL goalie whose pregame ritual is to go sit in the empty arena and stare at the empty ice surface for literal hours. each goalie is a full subculture that no one understands but themselves

Me, reblogging from anyone I don't follow: I'm introducing diversity into the gene pool. This will make my mutuals' dashes stronger and healthier.

Me reblogging old posts: I am reintroducing historical species into the gene pool to hybridize with the dashboard equivalent of pugs, making them stronger and healthier.

Me reblogging legacy posts: there are New Users, young Mutuals who were not here for the Old Times and do not remember the Old Ways. Someone must teach them, lest they be Lost.

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