the catholic old white guy asked me to explain lgbtq+ to him and it was honestly kind of funny

“okay! you have 15 seconds to explain non-binary to me if there are only male and female genders”

me: if you lost your genitals would you still feel like a man?

“no”

would you feel like a woman?

“no?”

so you wouldn’t feel male or female

“yeah what’s your point?”

So, you wouldn’t fit into the gender binary of male or female? :)

him:

“so non-binary just means not feeling male or female?”

Yeah basically

“so why do they use “they” so much”?

if you were a woman would you want to be called a man?

“no…”

And the opposite?

“no…”

Why why would you want someone to call you male or female if you’re not male or female then?”

it’s not a perfect way of thinking but i had 15 seconds and i think it got the point across

I think tumblr is one of the places most saturated with people who will delight upon seeing any creature. I am very thankful for this website allowing me to indulge in delight at creatures.

man sometimes i really want to get back into welding but then i remember that the guys from the first course i took won’t be there and change my mind

comprehensive list of things that happened to me in my welding course with The Guys:

- was the only one to get an A the first grading period. had to stop them from putting me on their shoulders

- became the official classroom mascot on account of i was the only girl. this meant i was an integral stop on any and all workshop tours. was referred to as “Our Lady Helena” on these occasions

- almost set myself on fire once bc my prof stood behind me watching me try a skill he’d just demonstrated and he shouted very suddenly very loudly. restarted my heart and asked WTF WAS THAT FOR JOHN and he called me a “goddamn wonder”. i almost got third degree burned over a compliment

- mentioned offhand ONE TIME that swords were cool. also mentioned my birthday offhand ONE TIME. one of The Guys remembered both instances and also happened to find a sword in a dumpster so he gave it to me for my birthday

- came in fifth in an arm wrestling competition

- french braided my hair in class bc i didn’t have time to do it beforehand. ended up with an audience of like 5+ guys trying to figure out how tf i was doing it

- told The Guys my college friends call me barbie. Mistake. suddenly had all 12 of them calling me Barbarian

- had some down time and made a silly little sculpture with some scraps. The Guys were endlessly intrigued by this and demanded to see some of my art school stuff. had a small crowd around my phone cheering loudly every time i swiped to a new picture

- accidentally mentioned the cafe i worked at. Mistake. several days later all 12 of them came in to bother me

- offered someone a haircut. Mistake. had to retract the offer bc suddenly Everyone wanted a haircut and it would Not Be Fair if i only did one

Bruh

I can’t believe I read this post with my own fucking eyes

I love it unironically, I burst out laughing. It hits the same note as “the opposite of malice is bonfire”.

the waterfall to my firefly

Danny moves to Gotham and the batfam picks up on the weird guy who sometimes glows green. So they all try to interrogate him but instead of taking it seriously he just treats it like a casual conversation and responds to the invasive questions with the oddest shit possible.

best sw fix-it trope is when a character (or characters) get sent back in time to their child bodies in the middle of the mandalorian civil war and meet jaster, who says “is anyone gonna adopt this child?” and doesn’t wait for an answer before saying the gai bal manda

I saw someone on this hellsite made some mention about Jaster being on Umbara, and it about broke my brain with wanting to see that happen. Like...zero chill to be had. He's suddenly faced with hundreds of clones of his son who BTW is dead and oh yeah they are being pitted against one another by a fucking Jedi??

Then he finds out about the fuckery going on Mandalore. Just...what a glorious shitshow. Hell I'm sure blackkat has prolly already written this somewhere. They're so prolific I try and keep up but don't always manage. I know they have written a bunch of Jaster time-travel fics.

I might need to see if this has been written so I can slake my thirst. I don't need another fic idea on my plate, I have them coming out of my ears as it is.

Working on the next Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it update, which is proving to be. A Tad Tricky. Considering I don’t really know most of the characters or plot involved beyond other people’s fan fic and wookiepedia. But I’m still giving it a try regardless!

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Jaster wakes up slowly. That, generally, is a good sign.

His nose twitches at the nearby scent of bacta, overlaying the more faded traces of smoke and burnt skin. There are voices, distant, muffled. Someone else breathing in the same space.

Cautious, Jaster cracks one eye open, and sees the overhead cloth of a medical tent. Annoyingly familiar. He doesn’t feel terribly hurt, but it’s entirely possible for pain medication to be interfering in that assessment.

“Doc said you could sit up, if you want.”

And just like that, all the tension releases from Jaster’s body. Jango is here. Jango is well enough to sound amused, which means things can’t have gone too badly while Jaster was unconscious. He peels both eyes properly open, and turns his head towards the familiar voice, ready to ask for an update and a casualty report as well as a very simple are you alright, but the words all catch in his throat.

That isn’t Jango.

Keep reading

Working on the next Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it update, which is proving to be. A Tad Tricky. Considering I don’t really know most of the characters or plot involved beyond other people’s fan fic and wookiepedia. But I’m still giving it a try regardless!

—

Jaster wakes up slowly. That, generally, is a good sign.

His nose twitches at the nearby scent of bacta, overlaying the more faded traces of smoke and burnt skin. There are voices, distant, muffled. Someone else breathing in the same space.

Cautious, Jaster cracks one eye open, and sees the overhead cloth of a medical tent. Annoyingly familiar. He doesn’t feel terribly hurt, but it’s entirely possible for pain medication to be interfering in that assessment.

“Doc said you could sit up, if you want.”

And just like that, all the tension releases from Jaster’s body. Jango is here. Jango is well enough to sound amused, which means things can’t have gone too badly while Jaster was unconscious. He peels both eyes properly open, and turns his head towards the familiar voice, ready to ask for an update and a casualty report as well as a very simple are you alright, but the words all catch in his throat.

That isn’t Jango.

Keep reading

Chapter 11 is up!

Work has started on Chapter 27 of Seeds and can I just admit something? Jaster's ongoing pissing contest/feud/ not so friendly batman to commissioner gordan dynamic (or whatever you want to call it) with this Coruscant Security Force detective OC I made just gives me endless joy.

Because Jaster isn't petty as a general rule but gods help you if you rub him the wrong way because he is gonna be the pettiest son of a bitch in the known galaxy. He's legit giving this poor man ulcers and he's just trying to do his job, man.

He's and underpaid, understaffed and supported civil servant and here's this asshole Mandalorian going around his district and things are getting blown up, sky cars are being shot out of the sky and now Jaster is just full on manhunting Death Watch in the streets.

And just because he is a petty asshole he's gift wrapping two of them (with lots of binders and maaaaaybe a gift tag) and having them dropped off at his precinct just to make a further point because this poor man didn't believe him at first about Death Watch and tried to brush it off. Which...fair, I get Jaster's annoyance but his Extra Dramatic gene is just....extra dramatic. And I lowkey feel for this poor man at this point.

bring out the pussy

*sound of a cart with squeaky wheels approaching*

This will go to deaf ears, but can we please stop redacting/black boxing sentences from memes until you can't see anything but black lines? This is a mess. Just make a new one.

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP RSTU WXY

23/26

Well, fuck me sideways. Connections have been made.

My girlfriend has this specific gesture she does sometimes, a very particular way of turning her wrist around and locking her fingers in one specific grip. Fast or slow, the angle of her wrist and the rhythm of the movement are always exactly the same, and at this point I’ve learned to recognize the motion well enough that she could do it with her back towards me and I know she’s doing it.

The first time I saw her do it I thought she was putting something into her pocket, but once I noticed her making it more often I started making connections. I saw her doing it unconsciously when some situation in the house is getting tense - not during the casual sparring arguments with my other housemates, but the serious fights where shit is about to actually get fucking real - and I figured that it’s a nervous thing, she doesn’t like where this is going and it’s scaring her. So that became my cue that it’s time to back down.

I don’t know when she noticed that I noticed her doing it. We’ve never talked about it, but at some point she started doing it on purpose, as her way of telling me that I should stop causing problems. Rotating her hand slowly means she’s seeing a problem brewing and it’s better that I watch myself before I start escalating it, and a quick flick and snap means whatever I was just about to say or do, I should cut that shit out right this fucking second. It works for some reason, so I’ve respected that.

My girlfriend does some volunteering favors for the neighbors here sometimes. Today she asked if I wanted to come along to walk this one old couple’s dog, and I was feeling up for it so I went along. My father was terrified of dogs so I’m not familiar with them, but her family has always had them.

So we were walking, talking about something else, enjoying the nice weather for once, when my girlfriend saw another dog walker approaching. I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but the other dog walker started pulling the dog back with this roller leash thing whatever the fuck they’re called. And then the old couples’ dog started growling.

With the familiarity of someone who’s been handling dogs all her life my girlfriend grabbed the little fucker’s leash, wrapping it around the width of her palm and gripping it to pull the dog closer a second before it could bolt to attack. A move she’s probably done countless times in her life, that she could do in her sleep, by instinct, without ever even thinking about it. A gesture I’ve learned to fucking spot from across the room from the corner of my eye. That exact same fucking twirl and grip. I have no idea if she noticed me noticing it or making the connection.

She’s fucking learned to pull my fucking leash back when I’m about to start shit.

June 15 is the anniversary of both the Night Vale and Gravity Falls pilots, as well as Vanessa Doofenshmirtz’s birthday and “give it up for day 15” day

happy birthday to the only things ever

And love händel reunion day and Linda and Lawrence’s anniversary

Hey.

The most day ever

Thank you, Into the Spider-Verse

also by the way i am always obsessed with how spider-people just click and can work together without anything being said in spiderverse . mcu spiderman being like "omg ive never worked in a team” “how are we going to work together” “well im on a team so i’ll lead us" like that was the most boring way to do it . spiderverse instead saying "we just know how to work together because our histories and lives are so linked, its like knowing someone your whole life. seeing the self in the other. our lives rhyme.” LIKE I LOVE YOU GUYS

hobie and peter b both ask miles why his suit looks like that. mj calls peter “champ” and jefferson calls miles “champ”. gwen’s peter reassures her even as he’s dying the same way miles’ did just before he died. this movie is just so full of spiders knowing each other and the good things and the sad things that come with being like each other. atsv i fucking love you

also by the way i am always obsessed with how spider-people just click and can work together without anything being said in spiderverse . mcu spiderman being like "omg ive never worked in a team” “how are we going to work together” “well im on a team so i’ll lead us" like that was the most boring way to do it . spiderverse instead saying "we just know how to work together because our histories and lives are so linked, its like knowing someone your whole life. seeing the self in the other. our lives rhyme.” LIKE I LOVE YOU GUYS

hobie and peter b both ask miles why his suit looks like that. mj calls peter “champ” and jefferson calls miles “champ”. gwen’s peter reassures her even as he’s dying the same way miles’ did just before he died. this movie is just so full of spiders knowing each other and the good things and the sad things that come with being like each other. atsv i fucking love you

The /gardening subreddit is actually full of hippie anti-plastic anti-lawn freaks (affectionate) and I find it enjoyable and I saw a nine-word horror story I thought tumblr would enjoy

The emotion in this photo

IF YOU NEED TO GET RID OF MINT, USE OTHER PLANTS IN THE MINT FAMILY!!!

Related plants like lavender, sage, and thyme are immune to mint’s phytotoxins and will crowd out the mint. Rosemary is my favorite mint-killer since it grows fast and wide (regular pruning helps it cover more area).

These plants are perennials, but they are likely to die after a season since mint can harbor root rot that will affect other Lamiaceae but not mint (or plants outside the family). Leave the plant waste to provide soil cover, the mint rhizomes may still be dormant (but will die out soon). The spring after your mint-killers die, you should get some colonizing vegetation. Once those plants fully take root, you’re good to plant whatever your heart desires in the soil!

IF YOU NEED TO GET

RID OF MINT, USE OTHER PLANTS

IN THE MINT FAMILY!!!

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.