“His husband”

“Her wife”

ways in which percival de rolo and an opossum are alike:

-white hair

-fingerless gloves

-wild, unpredictable look in their eye

-look disheveled and confused at all times

-are they dead? hard to tell

-carries their many children on their person

-hiss

- :V

opossums are also prone to possession by otherworldy vengeance entities so this checks out

cass: percy, you can’t just hiss at every politician you dislike.

percy: :V

quarter-elves, hanging off of their father: :v :v :v ;v :v

#THE ;V ONE TAKES AFTER HER MOTHER

my cat spilled a whole fucking pot of glitter what the f-

He just wanna be a fabulous boy!!!!!

Yo i heard word mark hulmes confirmed cali as wlw, anybody got a source ??? cause id love to believe it

@uk-otoa i’ll find the link but in the meantime

My brother had the best response to the announcement

on the “its acceptable for women to wear men’s clothes but not men to wear  women’s clothes” thing- its always forgotten that women and girls have been fighting in small but organised ways to wear “masculine” (mostly read practical) clothing from at least the 1870s.  I know women in their 80s and girls in their tweens who at some time in their life have organised in order to wear the clothes they want - from making petitions to persuade their school to let them wear shorts not gym skirts, to trade union organising at work to make sure overalls and workboots are available in women’s sizes, to being the first women in the office to wear trousers, to just turning up at social events in the clothes they want to wear - and getting solidarity from other women doing the same thing - and of course not forgetting the women who risked violence, losing their job or families, or being arresting for cross-dressing laws because of what they wore.

There just hasn’t been such a widespread and longstanding organised push from men to wear skirts or other clothes coded feminine in everyday life.  That isn’t women’s fault.

Women have been fighting for centuries to wear clothing that doesn’t physically impede us when we’re being chased by men and we still don’t have pockets or shorts that cover our entire butt, meanwhile men want women to make skirts they can feel masculine in.

Nearly two centuries ago, women were fighting to be allowed to wear poofy pants under a poofy dress. The outfit had been put together by a Quaker woman named Amelia Bloomer. The women who wore it were harassed and assaulted in the streets. They were mocked in the newspapers. And still they kept fighting to be able to wear clothing that was less restrictive. Eventually, the Bloomer suit was adapted to become the usual design for women’s sporting apparel.

Women fought to not have to wear multiple layers of petticoats in the summer, and so a new “crinoline” (technically, a crinoline is an underskirt made of stiff horsehair) was invented, the “cage crinoline” (think hoop skirt) which became dangerous in its own right as women burned to death, became caught in machinery, and were otherwise harmed by the very design meant to be helpful.

Women fought to get rid of restrictive corsetry, inventing “emancipation waists,” (basically a sort of fitted undershirt), Union suits (yep, originally for women but quickly adopted by men), and even the “healthy” S line corset (healthy because it didn’t constrict the ribs. Sadly, like the cage crinoline, it was adopted by high fashion and became a tool of tightlacing.)

Women fought to have more comfortable clothing. Look up the aesthetic dress movement, and the earlier dress reform movement.

Women fought and fought to have swimming suits in which we could actually swim. Once we wore full dresses made of wool to go ocean bathing. Only slowly did the hemlines rise. Pants were added, then the shape became more streamlined. Women were arrested for public indecency. Still, they persisted.

Women fought to have appropriate garments to go cycling in or to ride a horse astride. Women fought and continue to fight to be allowed to attend school in comfortable clothing. I’ve said this before, but when I was a girl, I was required to wear a skirt unless the temperature stayed below 0 degrees Fahrenheit. I was not permitted to wear pants under my skirt, instead wearing woolen tights which itched and would pull down, requiring me to concentrate on keeping my clothing in order as well as my schoolwork.

Women are literally not stopping you. Go, buy a kilt or even an 80s bubble skirt. Nobody cares. But stop acting like women have not had to fight for every inch we’ve gained.

spent about an hour cruising through that glitch town on google street view last night. usually street view glitches are fleeting, isolated things, but this one goes for miles and miles! and the data is from 2007!

The most Brian May sentence I’ve ever read in my life

is Brian May issuing this monumental understatement about why he couldn’t complete his Ph.D. thesis in 1974 as though anyone reading fucking Brian May’s thesis isn’t gonna fucking know

“REGRETFULLY, I WAS THE LEAD GUITARIST IN QUEEN”

[VARIOUS] PRESSURES PUSHING DOWN ON ME PRESSING DOWN ON YOU &c.

why is it always “oozing” with testosterone, why not “sparkling”, “bubbling”, or “spritzing” with testosterone

Because “oozing” is at the masculine end of the spectrum. You can also be “lumberjacking” with testosterone or “patriarching” with testosterone.

he oppressed manfully down the stairs

Somebody fed every entry in BoardGameGeek’s database to a machine learning algo and told it to make new titles. Don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t play the hell out of some of these.

If you’d posted this as a list of existing game titles I would have believed you without question.  Also I would like to see “Don’t Pet Your Car!” implemented now. 

@purpleoath important information

Item: Tongs of Animal Berserk; when clicked together all animals in a fifty-foot sphere flip out, barking/growling/whatever noise they make when mad, and aggressively attack first any perceived enemies and then anything else in reach. Each click of the tongs induces one round of Berserk, so frequent clicking is required to keep it up.

May also be used as standard tongs.

“i’m sad i wasn’t born in the era of -” bitch do it! if you like love letters, write them! if you like poodle skirts, wear them! society is imploding as we watch on in abject horror! do whatever you want!

Time to buy a guillotine

1985: National Geo make millions from ‘Afghan Girl’ portrait

2016: Still has the status of a refugee and may spend 14 years in jail because of her papers

I fucking hate this picture and everything it represents. Steve McCurry made millions off of this picture and its what launched his photojournalism career into the spotlight. While the woman in this picture got absolutely NOTHING and lived an awful and horrific existence. And calling her “Afghan Girl” is so disrespectful. Her name is Sharbat Gula and her life could have been made 1000X easier had McCurry shared his wealth with her - or even if he couldn’t find her, to share it with of refugees who he exploited. And honestly the idea of a white man going into wartorn nations (that are that way bc of american imperialism) to take pictures of refugees to profit off of their pain and trauma is gross  

any white at a protest who tries to go against police and deliberately provoke a response from them is not to be trusted and does not have the safety of black and brown people in mind.

there is a good chance that they are police too. if anyone, especially a white dude, ever randomly gets your attention and conspiratorially tries to convince you to jump a police officer, then dude is a cop. They have been using this technique and script for at least 30 years.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_provocateur

Check their fucking shoes. They’re always too afraid that their little toesies will be hurt so they’ll usually still be rocking the exact same boots as the guys on the other side. This was what gave the cops away when they provoked riots in Toronto a while back.

@talesofalamia, remember when I pointed out the shoes of the two well-dressed informants near us?

Similar note: IME, unmarked cruisers have five distinguishing traits: 1. They’re one of the department-issue models. 2. They’re always white, black, or dark blue. 3. They always look like they just rolled out of a car wash. 4. Usually rocking restricted plates. 5. Most reliable if present but hardest to spot: Their mirrors are bulkier, to fit the light rigs in.

In Austin the under cover officer that tried to convince me to set a cop car on fire had a convincing fake beard.

Be careful out there and read up on common tactics used against protestors before going.

You can usually see the stealth lights if you look into the grill.

Besides the old obvious as fuck Crown Victoria, be suspicious of 2013+ Ford Taurus and Explorer, 2006+ Dodge Charger and Dakota, 06-13 Chevy Impala, 11+ Chevy Caprice and both the Tahoe and Suburban.

Look for oversize mirrors, plugs on the roof and/or A pillar, lights inside the grill, extraneous lights inside the headlight assembly, lights tucked up behind the rear view mirror, steel wheels with or without wheel covers, and plugs or short antennas on the trunk lid.

Reblogging this for two reasons: 1. So people who have reason to be afraid of the police (which is pretty much anyone with significant melanin) see it. 2. Uh, good writer reference for describing undercover cop cars…

reblog this with what comes up in your tags when you type gay

With Fjord asking Twiggy to share her story I’d like to take a moment to consider all of the other stories and rumors currently being circulated by people who have traveled/interacted with the M9:

Human: “It must be a dreary existence, unable to love, to eat, to sleep, to laugh… I feel sorry for you.” Robot: “I can laugh. I have a sense of humor, you know.” Human: “Really? I’ve never heard you laugh before.” Robot: “I’ve never heard you say anything funny.”

Hello 911 I’d like to report a violation of the First Law of Robotics, this robot just straight up murdered a human

Bulbbing Day - Halfling Winter Holiday

PHB: “The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from marauding monsters and lashing armies; a blazing fire and a generous meal; fine drink and fine conversation. Though some halflings live out their days in remote, agricultural communities, others form nomadic bands that travel constantly, lured by the open road and the wide horizon to discover the wonders of new lands and peoples. But even these wanderers love peace, food, hearth, and home, though home might be a wagon jostling along a dirt road or a raft floating downriver.”

Culture: Halflings are always interested in a celebration and happily join other races in any feasting and dancing that they are welcome to. They of course also have quite a few holidays of their own of greater and lesser importance but all celebrated with the same gusto.

Holiday: Blubbing day is celebrated near the end of winter when the ground thaws enough to start digging. Garlic and onions are planted for an early summer harvest. This is regarded as the start of the planting/growing season.

Ways to celebrate:

This is not a gifting holiday but it’s common for family or neighbors to put together a gift box of bulbs to give to those who are starting their own household.

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Brian: I’ve got a story. I didn’t necessarily lose my cool, but I… Uh… [exhales] Okay, so, there are, um… [searches for the words] brownies that you eat when you are with your family, and there are brownies you eat when you’re not.

Taliesin: I’ve had this kinda story carry out, yeah.

Liam: I gotcha, I gotcha.

Brian: So one night before D&D over at Mary Elizabeth’s and Steve Blum’s house-

Liam: Sure.

Brian: I ate from the plate of brownies that you’re not supposed to eat with your family-

Taliesin: You ate the Bad Brownie.

Brian: I ate the Bad Brownie.

Liam: With walnuts in it, I gotcha.

Brian: With walnuts in it, yes. Um, an eighth of walnuts.

Taliesin and Liam: