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Emily84

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30+, she/her, Italian, translator. Love languages! English, español, català, Deutsch. A bit of Japanese & sign language. Love movies,TV-shows, literature, pets, and yell about them a lot. Barça! I post/reblog about politics, too. BLM is not just a catchphrase: All. Black. Lives. Matter. Trans, nb, intersex safe. No fatphobia, thx. Come talk to me! (NOT looking for hookups!!! just friendship u weirdos). Nothing is mine unless I state so (usually with a "#mine" tag)
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Me, calling in to my shift supervisor: Gooooooood morning! Are we ready for another super splendiferous day with the public?! 😀

Her: That is too much energy

Me: It iiiiiis fake!! 😀

Her: Still too much energy

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Did you just know this

getting used to & comfortable with your own bare chest as a neutral & not inherently gendered thing over the course of an evening alone and then having to go out in public again the next day & feel weird about it again like prometheus and his liver except every day you’re forced to regrow an awareness of society gendering anatomy

somehow instead of saying “as a treat”, I’ve started using the phrase “for morale”, as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I’m not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

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ok fun story time

so about a year ago, someone came into my work and asked if we sold any mr potato head toys. we did, and she told me that they were for the octopus at the local aquarium, because she liked to put the pieces in the holes.

fast forward, i had made plans to go to the local aquarium with a couple friends who were coming into town. i emailed the aquarium and told them that, and asked if i could bring the octopus a new toy. they said yes, she would love a shape sorter.

i went this week, and octopus was sleepin on the day i came but the biologists at the aquarium grabbed my email so they could send me pictures of storm playin w her new toy.

THOSE PICTURES ARRIVED TODAY ENJOY SOME OCTOPUS

i love those good omens edits that are just.. moving them a little closer together. just a few inches, shorten that bench, scoot them over

everyone is just like

and i think that's beautiful

Here "writing group" would be a group of people who meet periodically (in person or virtually) to do activities similar to what a class might do-- writing exercises, critique/feedback swaps of ongoing projects, etc. Workshops and classes might have some overlap, but a workshop would generally occur over a shorter time scale (vote with your heart). Classes that sometimes included a creative writing assignment but weren't about writing are cool, but don't count them for the sake of this poll.

Writer is anyone who writes! Including just for fun and fanfiction!

I fucking hate languages.

The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anyway…

Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought they’d nick this word too, because Latin isn’t confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.

Then the English came along and were all like “when in Rome”, and stole it, where it became our word ‘melon’. Which has now come back to mean boobs.

How do you like them apples.

I fucking love languages.

In case anyone doubts the veracity of this:

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Calling boobs ‘melons’ literally transcends culture, time, and language.

official boob post

have not seen nearly enough people talk about the part in the book where crowley seriously considers bypassing the whole apocalypse by swinging the antichrist’s basket around as fast as he can Immediately after getting it

tv aziraphale and crowley: sweethearts really, they're good lads, they're just going through a rough patch

book aziraphale and crowley: today's forecast calls for 96% cuntiness with a 98% chance of gay married

compulsory abledness also (partially) explains why disability aids are forced onto some people and denied from others

prosthetic limbs are forced onto amputees whether they want them or not because the goal is to make disabled people look as abled as possible. whereas, all sorts of people who would benefit from mobility aids are often denied them until it’s a “last resort” because! you guessed it! the goal is to make us look as abled as possible

neither person in this situation is privileged. it’s just that the same harmful phenomenon impacts different groups in different ways