Remember when they called us “Human Capital Stock?”
I don't have swear words strong enough for this bullshittery
Planned Parenthood got LOUDR 🔊 @ Tumblr
WHO THEY ARE:
Planned Parenthood’s mission is to ensure all people have access to the care and resources they need to make informed decisions about their bodies, their lives, and their futures. Founded in 1916, Planned Parenthood is a trusted health care provider, educator, and passionate advocate in the U.S. as well as a strong partner to health and rights organizations around the world. Each year, Planned Parenthood delivers vital sexual and reproductive health care, sex education, and information to millions of people.
WHAT THEY DID:
🩺 On October 1, 2021, Planned Parenthood partnered with Tumblr to rally supporters for abortion justice and defend access to abortions at 539 rallies in every state.
🩺 On September 3, 2021, Tumblr and Planned Parenthood partnered up in response to a Texas law that came into effect September 1, S.B. 8., effectively banning abortion in the state and asking private citizens to act as bounty hunters who “enforce” the law.
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[image description: A fierce grinning tiger-man - his eyes alight and his teeth terribly sharp - emerges from swirling blue smoke. Text reads, “75, IRON JACK ~ THE SMALL GOD OF ANIMAL MAGNETISM”]
Iron Jack was there when the first caveman draped himself in a tiger’s skin and looked across the fire to the woman he hoped to woo. He put a prowl into that man’s stride and a purr into his voice, he put strength into his hands and hope into his heart, and when the two of them came together beneath the trees, Iron Jack knew his church was founded.
No one understood what a church was, in those days, or what a god was, or what prayer meant, but on that long-forgotten night, he had all those things and more.
He would lose them and find them again for the first time over and over again, because his hunter’s heart didn’t—and doesn’t—have much room for retaining anything not connected to the necessities of life. He remembers to stalk, to kill, to feed; to follow, to court, to mate. All else is irrelevant, and so every time he is called upon is the first time, and every worshipper is the first he has found, precious in his sight even as they are forgotten.
He is with the gangly teen who dreams of the girl on the other side of the auditorium and the lonely man at the bar. He is with the girl who dreams of meeting a boy who understands her love for D&D and with the woman who swipes left again and again, hoping to find the one who matches with her perfectly. When he remembers to be a god, he graces some who call upon him with the animal magnetism that grants him his portfolio, guiding them to fertile hunting grounds and the arms of those they yearn for.
When he forgets to be a god, he eats a lot of rats, rabbits, and stray cats.
Call upon him if you have the need. There’s always a chance he’ll answer. This tiger has never met a cage that could contain him, nor shall he.
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[image description: A slim grey cat sits on the black marble border and speaks condescending to you from over her magenta cone of shame, “Why, yes - it’s exactly what I been yearning for. Wherever did you find such a bespoke marvel? And in Magenta? Extraordinary. You really are much too much, you know. Too much.” Text reads, “76, MISS PURRFECT ~ SMALL GOD OF ANIMAL SARCASM"]
Last week you met the Small God of Animal Magnetism, now meet the Small God of Animal Sarcasm. -
If you’ve met a cat, you’ve met her. They are her creatures if not her creations, and she moves through them. It’s no mystery that she appears in their form when she deigns to appear at all; it’s more of a mystery that she doesn’t appear more frequently, popping into being long enough to throw up in the shoes of all who displease her, shred their upholstery, and get white fur on all their black clothes.
Although any goth can tell you, she does that more often than you’d think.
Miss Purrfect can do no wrong in either her own eyes or the eyes of her beloved feline faithful. She is a rare god in that she doesn’t care whether or not humans believe in her; our belief is inconsequential when compared to the eternal worship of her smug, sincere, sarcastic felines.
Honestly, we should all be so lucky.
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libraries do more for communities than cops or any other branch of law enforcement ever has
i think more haunted houses should have haunted clawfoot bathtubs that move and exist as separate, distinct demonically possessed entities
Fun fact! Haunted bathtubs are an example of coevolution with haunted houses! As houses became more elaborate, haunted water fixtures changed to match the opulence. As such, the haunted hut and its symbiotic counterpart, the haunted well, gradually changed into the more inviting haunted estate with the haunted tub now being an internal parasite instead of an external one. You are correct, more haunted houses SHOULD have haunted clawfoot bathtubs because they promote the health of the house and indicate a functional paranormal ecosystem.
this website is so utterly detached from reality i love it
*THIS* IS WHAT BEING HUMAN IS ABOUT.
Guys they mean today as in TODAY today!! October 7th, 2021!!
“The vaccine… is not just a first for malaria — it is the first developed for any parasitic disease. Parasites are much more complex than viruses or bacteria, and the quest for a malaria vaccine has been underway for 100 years.” (NYT)
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don’t know if this is as ~deep~ as i think it is, but by all of gaston’s own personal standards of identity/values, the beast is a better man than he is: brawnier, bigger, fightier, & of course every last inch of him’s covered in hair
ohmigod, it’s true though! the beast was basically gaston, and the ticked off fairy turned him into the purest manifestation of his toxic ideals to make him learn to be less of an ass
…..now I really wanna see the version of the movie where instead of dying, the curse passes from the beast to gaston!
except gaston doesn’t have a swag ass castle to sulk in, so he’s out running around the countryside, hiding in forests and stuff, alternately terrorizing the populace and being hunted. it’s a turnabout of his “peerless hunter” backstory– he is now both the monster and the prey.
untillllll he, idk, meets some humble woodcutter(?) that takes him in when he’s wounded or offers him shelter in a storm? and etc, etc, LIFE LESSONS, toxic masculinity slowly vanquished. (ooh, or maybe it should be like–a flower seller or herbalist or some feminine-coded profession he would have devalued to really set up a foil.)
also the gaston-beast needs antlers. terrifying claw-hooked sprawling antlers. antlers for all of his decorating.
BRUH
So if the curse is transmittable, is there a way to - rather than breaking the curse with true love- transfer it to some other asshole who happens to be nearby? Because that would kind of explain why the enchantress decided to go knocking on the doors of dickish eleven-year-old princes on stormy nights, and also why she seemed to look hideous until she suddenly transformed and then ‘cursed’ Adam. Maybe the enchantress was also a beast, and maybe there are two ways to ‘get rid’ of the curse. One is to have true love break it, but the other is to just sort of pass it on to someone the curse decides is worse than you are.
And the curse, rather than seeing ‘ah well he’s just a kid’ and not taking, instead went ‘oh he’s a kid - so his dickishness is also the fault of his caretakers’ and then applied itself to the entire damn castle.
Enchantress was probably like ‘…uh, oops? Oh well lol not my problem anymore’ and skipped off, after feeling juuust bad enough to tell Adam about the True Love option. But not the transfer one because what if he comes after her and the curse decides that after a week of beastification, he’s less of an asshole than she is now? Not risking it.
So Beast and Belle hook up and Beast thinks it’s the True Love cure, but in actuality he gets cured after the fight with Gaston because the curse decides ‘welp this guy is DEFINITELY a bigger asshole’ and that’s why the timing is kind of… odd Belle really does love him, though, but maybe the shift back is supposed to be more gradual with a love cure, because true love really does linger more in gradual adjustments and quiet moments than in grand displays. It’s a slower process (the time limit was really just the enchantress trying to make sure that the prince would hurry up and go that route for curing himself, and not waste time trying to track her down - it’s total bullshit, she’s a con artist, that’s what got her into this mess in the first place).
The slow cure is what happens with Gaston, instead of getting a declaration and then a magical girl transformation sequence back into his sporty lumberjack self, he just, bit by bit, starts to look more Gaston-y again. It spreads out from the eyes. His fur starts to get a bit thinner, his claws start to soften, his teeth no longer fill up his mouth like a packet of razors. At first he thinks it’s just because he has a place to stay and access to, like, brushes and warm water and stuff like that. But then he wakes up one morning and his antlers are shedding, and he can definitely see more of his old face than he used to.
His woodsy herbalist ‘friend’ doesn’t really say anything. He’s heard of curses and things, and he doesn’t like to pry - he’s just the sort who sees a need and tries to help with it. In the end, it’s really not Gaston’s looks (in either form) that when him over. It his skill, either, because Gaston can’t really hunt much without risking being seen and having to leave and possibly getting his herbalist in trouble for housing a monster. It’s just his company. Talks by the fire. Quiet mornings spent side by side. Sheer boredom, and a begrudging sense of indebtedness, have Gaston asking about his host’s tasks, and then offering to help with them. He’s insufferable about it at first, of course. But after a while he finds that he likes the scent of herbs, and that gathering is as interesting as hunting, and he even paws carefully through a few of the herbalist’s notebooks.
Being trapped gives him a somewhat better appreciation for books, though he still never loves them.
At night he can venture outside, just so long as the moon isn’t too bright. He takes to sitting on the roof, and looking up at the stars, and remembers… it was his mother who taught him how to read the stars. In case he ever got lost. His father died when he was fairly young, and Gaston had done his best to try and make up the difference. And he had done; he’d been a good hunter, he’d kept the village fed through a lot of cold winters, but he’d never quite been able to escape the sense that he needed to absolutely make certain that he was following the right script. That there was something about him that didn’t… that wasn’t what his father would have wanted. Or his mother, either. He had a long list of things that made a man worthwhile, and maybe that was part of the reason why he had set his eyes on the one woman in the village who refused to give him the time of day.
Because that list included marriage and a house full of children, not quiet nights in a tavern, looking for too long at the woodcutter’s arms.
But even if he had never really wanted Belle, he had been angry enough at not winning her, too. Even if the script never really made him happy, he still wanted to follow it. Wanted to be the kind of man who could. The man who killed every beast and conquered every challenge.
He can’t go back to that life, now. It’s not even an option anymore.
The knowledge is an unexpected - but very visceral - relief.
The next morning, Gaston is about a foot shorter, and the cleft in his chin is back.
It’s more than a year, though, before he looks human enough to ‘arrive’ at the little village near to where his herbalist lives. He introduces himself as a friend of the healer’s family, an old friend who used share correspondence with him, who’s come looking for work. The townsfolk find him to be a quiet man, burly but skilled, and more boisterous if you can get a few drinks into him. Though, he avoids the tavern more often than not. Some folks talk about him and his herbalist, living out in that little house all by themselves; but Gaston’s skills quiet most tongues, and the way his eyes sometimes catch the firelight, and his teeth seem just a little too sharp, manage to quiet others.
Years pass. It is, funnily enough, only when Gaston looks almost entirely himself - though still different from how he used to - that trouble really comes, with the mayor’s son, who decides on a dare to vandalize the herbalist’s door and destroy some of his best plants.
Gason is only meaning to make the boy pay for the damages, when he goes and finds him out in the fields. But he’s barely had time to get impatient with the brat’s sneering - seventeen, god, he had nearly forgotten how insufferable he was at that age, too - when he feels a weight leave him. A weight he has grown so accustomed to, that he had long forgotten it wasn’t supposed to be there.
There are no witnesses to the change that happens in the field, though later, many people in the village will whisper that a werewolf must have savaged the mayor’s son. All Gaston can do is offer the boy some advice, before he flees in howling terror:
Find kindness, first.
I need both of them in my life forever.
This is too cute and I love them
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Mmkay this is my new favorite video
If any of my posts blow up please let it be this one:
Australia is currently petitioning to make it that all gender confirming surgeries for transgender individuals are covered by Medicare. This is absolutely huge as surgeries are super expensive even with private health insurance.
It doesn't ask for an address or phone number or anything so I think anyone in the world can sign for it? But I'm not entirely sure.
EDIT: yeah you gotta be a citizen, so if you're outside the country, if you could reblog this to reach more Australians, this would be amazing!
Here's the petition link:
Petition information:
Please reblog this and spread it as far and wide as you can, this is super important!
please if you're australian please sign this petition!
i love when fandoms are like "we are the kings of tumblr!! it must be so hard to avoid us our insanity is filling all your dashes" meanwhile everyone is just like