Yes, I’ve done the work analyzing this relationship’s problematic traits and I’ve come to the educated conclusion that I still want them to fuck
The 4yo called to tell me how school is going and about all of her friends who are girls and all of her friends who are boys but "nobody in my class is a they" and she got really upset that our adult social circle is hogging all the nonbinary people. Explaining that we've all had 30-40 more years to figure gender out than her schoolmates did not satisfy her. She wants a more diverse class and it's not fair that the grown-ups get one. 😂
This is literally the only kind of distress kids feel when they learn about diversity.
A 4yo in my life was complaining about not having Brown classmates or friends, just Brown cousins.
And I said “I have lots of Black and Brown friends and some of them were in my class before” (trying to make the same point as OP, that you meet lots of different kinds of people as you get older) and she turned viciously to me and said “well they’re not my friends! I don’t even know them.”
No you won’t ever be exactly the same again and that’s fine, actually.
I’m assuming you’re talking about the ‘died and came back different’ thing?
No, I’m talking about the mundane horror of existing as a human being.
Vines creeping in through an old skylight in the Verrière de chateau. [1600 x 1067] [OS].
The poll feature really took off because it taps into tumblr's favorite activity: being extremely opinionated about things that don't matter
MAKE ME CHOOSE: @myaimistrue asked destiel in it’s the great pumpkin sam winchester or destiel in 99 problems
one thing I was thinking about today is the...coagulation? of characterization and headcanons in new fandoms. I feel like I see this...idk, arc, when a fandom is getting started, where there's a wide range of perspectives and ways of writing a character and headcanons that are directly contradictory/go in different directions, and over time things sort of coalesce and...congeal, perhaps, into a loose/fuzzy kind of "fandom consensus" (never actually a consensus, to be clear; but a dominant singular interpretation), and once that takes hold it begins to exert a strong gravitational pull on everything around it such that, I think even unconsciously, people start to curve toward that "consensus" understanding. like, the clearest example of what I'm talking about is how this is how popular fanons spread, but I feel like I also see it in finer points of characterization and the way people choose to write/the things people choose to write.
the positive side of this is the way it can work in a very "yes, and" sort of way, where people are close enough to each other to feel like they're talking about the same character, and there's a general feeling that the character is recognizable in fandom as themselves (or, alas, not recognizable). it's the same potential benefit of any kind of standardization, I guess.
the drawback is that this is where I'd attribute the kind of cross-fandom generic sameness people complain about. because, by nature, a "consensus" kind of build is going to simplify a character in order to make them more broadly intelligible (it's harder to get people to agree on specific details about a character than it is about broad strokes). and thus. and on an individual level people can find that very frustrating and irritating but at the same time I think it's hard to break out of, for the same reason breaking out of any standard configuration is hard - human beings have an urge to conform and it can feel bad not to. and sometimes it's the thing where somebody might not even realize what they're doing.
none of this is particularly revolutionary, I think; the thing I haven't seen people talk about is the way that this feels like a bit of a time-triggered phenomenon - a fandom starts out with more variety and, as it ages, begins to narrow into a more set form. and I wonder how many fandom fights might be...better...if there was less of a pressure to shape characters (or stories) into a suitable mold for the sake of seeking a consistent base mold that very few people are actually happy about.
I see this in myself on and individual level, too, the way that I feel like I start with much more fluid and flexible ideas of a character that gradually over time become more fixed, and I don't necessarily know that I feel like that's a good thing - I think there's a loss in there. but I don't know that it's necessarily a completely bad thing, either.
You work as tech support for ancient supernatural beings who are trying to adapt to the modern world. It’s a frustrating - and at times dangerous - job, but at least your clients pay well.
“My Great Destroyer, Consumer of Lands, Harbinger of the Deep Seas,” you say trying to keep the exasperation from your voice, “you need to be connected to the internet to see your email.”
“{}@&_@&%(#(&@__!*_”
“Yes. Can you move the mouse to the lower right side of the screen? There should be some little bars that will tell you if you are connected to the wi-fi.”
“&%)!^*^$%^!_%_$}{|”
“No my Great and Terrible the wi-fi is not a rival god from the desert lands, it’s just the technology that let’s you see your email.”
“!*&){}|@*#”
“Good, that means you are connected to the internet. Now if you can open your browser, Mozilla Firefox, Google Chrome, or even Microsoft Edge.”
“!@^&)(&@!&&&@}|”
You mute yourself so you can swear. “Yes, you can use Internet Explorer to access your AOL email account. If I may offer a suggestion?”
“$%^&*@”
“It will be easier in the long run, I promise. But Microsoft stopped supporting Internet Explorer a long time ago, and AOL is barely a company anymore. If you will let me walk you through some steps we can get you a modern web browser and a brand new email-”
“&^$}”
“Yes, with all of your old email.”
—-
Five hours of your life later, you’ve got the deep sea eldritch god set up with Firefox and a new email with forwarding from it’s old email. Just when you start to think that this job isn’t remotely worth it, a small crab-like creature crawls across your desk. (you can’t in good conscious call it a crab because it somehow has both too many eyes, legs, and pincers, and not enough of the same. yet your brain interprets the being as “crab”)
It’s about the size of a coffee mug and it holds something up for you, shaking one of it’s many claws at you.
You take the small thing, and crab scuttles away to where ever it came from.
The small thing in your palm seems to be a tiny treasure chest, the kind of thing that you’d put in a goldfish bowl. It feels wet and the kind of slimy something gets from being covered in seaweed.
You put it down on your desk just in time for it to rapidly expand, cracking a support on your desk and covering you in sea water.
Before you can get mad about it the chest opens revealing a small horde of gold, jewels, and a bottle of what you have to assume is pirate rum.
“Oh! Cool!” one of your coworkers say as they pop their head up over the cubicle wall. “I wish I got pirate booty once in a while.”
“Why, what did Thyrien, Emissary of the Sun, give you for helping them recover their steam library?” you ask.
“A sense of peace and calm about my life and place in the world.”
“Oh sounds nice.”
“It is. They also gave me this ceremonial headdress.” You coworker disappears for a moment and puts on a giant headdress that appears to be made from gold and platinum and has several truly giant diamonds all over it.
“Wow,” you say.
“Yeah, I’m thinking I should wear this to the next company mixer.”
‘am I really about to start watching this show solely because of repeated exposure to gifs of two lovestruck assholes looking at each other’ is the core drive of my fandom experience
everyone needs a good stretch occasionally
the layer of frizz around a girl's dry wavy hair is actually her halo
LOVE PEACE AND FRIZZY HAIR <333
Yang Yang 循时光足迹,探秘暗夜繁星熠熠,璨然流转,摇曳神秘。 // Follow the footsteps of time, explore the dark night and star-studded, shining and flowing, swaying and mysterious. Cr. 杨洋资讯站 Weibo
reading through John Rogers’ old school blog because why the hell not and found this absolute GEM that cracked me up: Q: We didn’t get to see Eliot fight with samurai swords? REALLY????????
A: You’re nowhere near as pissed off as he was.
Was anybody going to tell me that a New Zealand band made a song about how annoyed they are they didn’t get invited to Eurovision? 🤣
This is the best timeline.
why do they let the worlds most boring people direct movies
They explain this in the tinkerbell movies. The light comes from the pixie dust covering every faries wings. This guy hasn’t even seen the tinkerbell movies
BIOLUMINESCENT BACTERIA IS PART OF THEIR SKIN FLORA. NEXT QUESTION.






















