say what you will about the British they went off with fish and chips.

Never mind fuck the British up the arse!! shoutout to 19th century Jewish immigrants....

Worst types of country songs:

Best types of country songs:

Jily as Morticia and Gomez

the sexy girlbots are returning. nature is healing

Meghann Fahy was fantastic five yrs ago on The Bold Type. She’s killing it on The White Lotus 🌹❤️

a dude came into the library stoned out of his mind and was like, “do I need a library card to look at books?” And I said, “to take books home, yes. To look at them, no” and he looked so relieved. bro was staring at a fish encyclopedia for like an hour and then just left.

this is literally all society needs to be

SHREK 2 (2004)

I’m only just realizing thst the “Catnip” is likely planted. Look st the movement of the cops hand in the second gif. Looks more like he’s passing it from hand to hand

In the second gifset you can even see the bag underneath the armour so yeah its v much planted

I think it would be very funny for like characters in a fantasy setting to walk into a pub and try to order and the bartender sighs and goes "species and age?" While pulling out a massive book holding the drinking age for every type of species capable of purchasing alcohol

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Jane Austen — Pride and Prejudice

the four five seasons of the world | [insp.]

@pscentral event 09: comfort

— James Potter and Lily Evans / Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

(all that you ever wanted from me was) Sweet Nothing

Summary: James and Lily spend a quiet day together while in hiding from Voldemort. Old memories resurface, but nothing can bring them down while their together.

Read on Ao3!!

I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

Ooh

Ooh

Lily smiled to herself as she stood in the kitchen doorway, watching James as he played with Harry in the living room.

Their home was an odd assortment of mismatched knickknacks and furniture gifted to them by family. Photos of both Wizarding and Muggle kind hung up on the walls, all frozen in a single moment of time, even if some of the occupants moved.

Their completely different childhoods spent apart from one another; their wild assortment of friends, some gone and some still around; their life together, starting at Hogwarts, moving on to the time after; their wedding, their parents, their baby boy Harry.

Harry, their baby boy, their baby king who ruled their lives.

He had a touch in everything that they did or said or put on their walls. His opinion was truly all that mattered, and was the reason why there were so many Quidditch photos on the walls. He was meant to be in the air, something that Lily blamed on James and Sirius and the stupid motorbike that she knew the pair of them took him up in as a newborn.

Harry was also the reason for a various rocks hiding in plain sight around the room, on shelves, on the mantel place, wedged in between books and on top of picture frames. Memories of walks taken to the park and back, always pushed eagerly into Lily’s hand for safe keeping while he ran to the swings, his favorite.

Lily’s favorite too, flying was always in his blood.

It felt strange to be able to watch her boys together. They had the same dark messy hair and sweet smile and glowing wonder of the world…their unresolved trust in those they loved. Lily loved that for the pair of them, even if she couldn’t do the same, she had been burned too many times by the people she cared for.

But never once by her boys, never once by James or Harry.

Read the rest on Ao3!!

I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet has no idea he’s being spied on and just goes off on ophelia because he’s hangry. I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet knows he’s being watched from the start and the whole thing’s an act. I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet figures out he’s being watched half way through and gets super mad at ophelia for betraying him. now I want to see the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where ophelia covertly nods at where polonius and claudius are hiding, hamlet gets the idea, and they’re both in on the performance the whole time. I want classically trained shakespearean actors to give us their best best show of bad acting. I want ophelia to mouth some of the most cutting lines to hamlet before he says them. I want hamlet to frown exaggeratedly at her and for her to take this as a cue to start crying. I want hamlet to go grab her by the wrist, her to wince, and him to automatically loosen his grip. I want them to stage hamlet dragging her around by the ear using classic stage-fight techniques. I want them to be aggressively in cahoots with one another because they know each of their bastard father-figures are watching. 

I want this for the lols of seeing them trying to fake-fight on the spot, to give ophelia more to do than just be the victim, and so it never crosses ophelia’s mind that hamlet’s actually losing it a little bit.

that is, until she hears how her father died.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL

“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”

My mom learned it because she figured she’ll go deaf when she gets old

My family went holiday SCUBA diving once, and a couple of Deaf guys were in the group. I was really little and I spent most of the briefing overcome with the realization that while the rest of us were going to have regulators in our mouths and be underwater fairly soon, they were going to be able to do all the same stuff and keep talking.

The only reason some form of sign language is not a standard skill is ableism, as far as I can tell.

For anyone interested in learning, Bill Vicars has full lessons of ASL on youtube that were used in my college level classes. 

https://www.youtube.com/user/billvicars

and here’s the link to the website he puts in his videos:

https://www.lifeprint.com/

Update: you guys this is an amazing resource for learning asl. Bill Vicars is an incredible teacher. His videos are of him teaching a student in a classroom, using the learned vocabulary to have conversations.

Not only is the conversation format immersive and helpful for learning the grammar, but the students make common mistakes which he corrects, mistakes I wouldn’t have otherwise know I was making.

He also emphasizes learning ASL in the way it’s actually used by the Deaf community and not the rigid structure that some ASL teachers impose in their classrooms

His lesson plans include learning about the Deaf community, which is an important aspect of learning ASL. Knowing how to communicate in ASL without the knowledge of the culture behind it leaves out a lot of nuances and explanations for the way ASL is.

Lastly, his lessons are just a lot of fun to watch. He is patient, entertaining, and funny. This good natured enthusiasm is contagious and learning feels like a privilege and not a chore

And it’s all FREE. Seriously. If you’ve ever wanted to learn ASL

“everyone deserves to go to the eras tour” that is simply not true. If you tweeted TaylorSwiftIsOverParty in 2016 you don’t even deserve being able to stream Taylor’s albums

give yourself the gift of reading your own fic. it was literally written just for you.

took my own advice today and reread a fic I posted on AO3 seven years ago and I gotta say, it fuckin' slaps

read your own stuff. it's awesome

I was told once reading my own work is "vain" and I gotta ask: why? And so what? Does reading my own work bring me joy? Does it inspire me to write more? Then who cares if it's vain or any other pejorative you want to name it. Joy is joy and this one hurts no one, is free, and IT'S MINE.

reading your own story isn't vain. it's like eating your own cooking. you just do it to feed your soul and your imagination rather than to feed your body.

1st of Dec is World AIDS Day so I just want you guys to know

panels from the AIDS Memorial Quilt on display in Asheville