Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. “Ha! Buhbuh ba ha.” And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. “Ah. Habah ba ah” as she listened attentively.

And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.

this is such a beautiful post it doesn't need my dumb addition, but i can't fit this in the tags. at the archaeological site Dolni Vestonice in the Czech Republic there are a bunch of really really fascinating finds and I'm only going to tell you about one tiny detail of one of the most interesting sites in the world.

at this settlement 20-30,000 years ago there lived a person who appears to have been a sort of sorcerer-grandmother-ceramics artist and her workshop was preserved very well in the sedimentary layers. her hut where she had her kilns was full of little sculptures of animals and people that seem to have been made to explode in the kiln on purpose, we're not sure why but nevermind. the relevant detail is that when you sculpt something with your hands and then fire it, your fingerprints can be preserved in the surface of the clay forever, so we have fingerprints of ancient ceramics artists that have survived for tens of thousands of years. and one of the major artifacts from Dolni Vestonice has a fingerprint on it that is so small it could only have belonged to a child

so this shaman-grandmother-sculptor, who was buried with her pet fox by the way, had children running through her workshop and touching everything she made while she was at her mysterious work of creating the world's oldest ceramics, none of which appear to be bowls, bottles, pots, or any "useful" items at all, but rather a collection of animal and human and sometimes anthropomorphic figures, some of which appear to be self portraits. exactly the same as sandersstudios' grandmother being led to the garden by an excited baby. we've all been the same for 30,000 years.

sometimes i think about how sokka literally invented submarines and how aang is literally the avatar but when the both of them put their braincells together, they come up with ideas like writing a letter to katara from toph

sumn about kanej, wesper, and helnik staring at each other OHMYGOD

LIKE OKAY??? you didn’t have to do my heart like that :sobs:

One more thing I love about Wesper deleted scene is how Jesper says 'It is good to be home' while looking directly at Wylan - and getting as close to him as possible in the process:

Then, in response to Wylan`s quip 'Yeah, you keep saying that', he counters that -

and after that once again looks at Wylan. And not just looks - stares.

I mean, yes, this exchange is about Ketterdam and the Slat in particular. But is it only about that?

Jesper is glad to be home, but I think he`s even more glad to be there in a company of someone who has turned out to be special, of someone who is quickly becoming truly dear to him, who he`s glad to have and wants to keep - hence him moving closer to Wylan and embracing him.

And the way Jesper says 'It hasn`t worn off'... It feels like he is stating a fact about which he`s kind of surprised himself. And the deep look he gives Wylan after that pretty much reiterates this but in a new light: 'No, it hasn`t worn off. You haven`t worn off. I don`t know what this means yet - actually, I might know that, but for now I`m just glad that you`re here with me and I want you to stay'. All this in one look - one more round of applause for Kit Young is due.

The boys just won`t stop killing us with feelings, will they?

And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.

I wrap this blessing around you like a shroud, so that no ill can find you, and every warmth is held close

They love each other so much I'm sick

😍 AND NEW SUMMARY ❤:

A naked archangel turns up at the door to renegade angel Aziraphale's bookshop, with no memory of who he is or how he got there, and Aziraphale and retired demon Crowley's lives become extremely complicated. Heaven and Hell are both desperate to find the runaway. As Crowley and Aziraphale attempt to fix a human romance, things become increasingly unsafe for them, in the past and the present.

Tumblr makes sense to me bc if i see something i like i get excited and hit the button to show other people and theres no weird unspoken social conventions my autistic brain doesnt understand. I can literally sit here and reblog 150 niche shitposts about harvest mice in an hour just bc they make me happy and i dont have to explain myself to anyone and i'll actually *gain* followers instead of just being called weird and downvoted or whatever its so cool

I could function in a society that had an actual nightlife that isn't synonymous with just clubbing. Where are the night markets what if I want to go to the library at midnight

they wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist

Ben Barnes

bitches be like "this is my comfort ship" and it's literally at least one, but usally both of the most traumatized characters together

it's me, i'm bitches <3

can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]

you have to start to scroll away and then come back and reblog this

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

You can only reblog this 12 times a year

Make the most of that

Every month I reblog this and every month I’m baffled that it’s already the 15th.

I’m scheduling this for every month

despite everything…..

Shoutout to the all queer family heroes

wow this actually makes me feel really happy cause that person is me…

It me

I have to tell this story.

I thought I was the first person to come out on either side of my family, but like three years after I came out, my mom was like, “By the way, my Aunt Mildred was a lesbian.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. My mom just told me this story the other day about her. She also had really bad depression, so bad that she was hospitalized. Her father flew out to San Diego to see her there. The nurses caught him on the way in and told him the no matter what she said, he was not allowed to get upset.” (This is the Catholic side of the family. Like, serious Irish Catholic with eleven kids and multiple priests in the family. Also super-duper Southern. And this was the 1940s and it was illegal.) “And he got real scared, but he went in. And she said, ‘Daddy, I’m a lesbian.’ He threw his hands in the air and hollered, ‘OH THANK GOD! I was worried it was gonna be something bad.’”

So. Shoutout to my Great Aunt Mildred, because she got there before I did.

Further shoutout to my second cousin Jared, who thought he was the first in even the extended family until he turned up for Granny’s 90th birthday, saw me for the first time in probably fifteen years, and heard me utter the words, “My wife…”

General shoutout to anybody who even thought they were the first in their family when they came out, even if they found out differently later on.

Y'know what, I love this story so fucking much that I’m going to schedule it to reblog when people will see it.

shoutout to those nurses who were ready to throw the fuck down for their young depressed lesbian patient like… when we talk about allies that is actually the kind of ally that has helped us to survive. in the most literal sense.

My 78 year old aunt is asexual.  She doesn’t know this.  No one in the family does.  Because they don’t have a term for it.  She’s just always been single despite the fact that when she was younger she dated some ‘very nice young men’.  To hear her talk about sex, with equal amounts old-fashioned disdain and real honest to God confusion on how anyone can think its that important or make any life decisions based on it, is to hear an older generation in what I hear my asexual mutuals on here say.  My mother once speculated that something bad had happened to her when she was younger, to turn her off to men but, talking to her a great deal more than my mother does - no.  No, men are very nice but she doesn’t understand why her two younger sisters let their lives go to heck over them.

Twenty years ago she found her soulmate.  That’s not what she calls him.  She doesn’t have a term beyond ‘friendship’ for him because she doesn’t know any.  He was a lovely man who was ‘catholic’.  ‘Catholic’ in this sense meant that Phil was also asexual.  Its just that neither one of them knew there was any other word to use.  For twenty years they were thick as thieves, even eventually living together until he died.  He was the love of my aunt’s life even if she won’t refer to him that way because ‘love’ means ‘sex’ and that’s not the kind of friendship they had.  When she, a protestant dies, Phil made sure she had a plot next to him in the catholic church she would be buried in.  She’s the first of that generation that’s not going to be buried in the family plot on Nantucket.  Even in death, she will stay with Phil instead of the father and mother she adores and hero-worships.  Because he’s Phil.  Because he’s her soulmate.  Because two asexuals found each other without realizing that’s what they were and fell in love for twenty years.

The stories are there, buried back in your family’s past.  The words have changed since then and so has what most families think needs to be spoken outloud about instead of just understood.  They’re there though.  You are not alone, even when it feels like you are. The whispers from your family’s past just use different words.

I will never not reblog this.