like in peanuts

if you experience depression, reblog with your opinion on:

  • plain tortilla chips eaten with nothing on them
  • eating cereal by the handful, straight out of the box
  • cold, 4-day old leftovers
  • peanut butter straight out of the jar
  • eating two slices of bread
Why lgbt people are mad about Le Fou in case it wasn’t obvious
  • The first gay Disney character is literally named The Fool
  • He’s unrequitedly in love with a straight man
  • A straight man who bullies and abuses him
  • Le Fou will 99% likely NOT get a happy ending
  • He’s being played by someone known to be straight
  • His sexuality is basically a joke
  • His sexuality is likely to be the butt of a joke the entire movie
  • We already know the character will be the butt of the joke even if his sexuality itself isn’t
  • His entire role in the movie is to be evil and stupid comic relief and boost Gaston’s self-esteem 
  • He’s described as “confused” 
  • Queercoding villains and Disney go together like peanut butter and jelly 
  • Disney is patting itself on the back for all of this
  • His character description is stereotypical
  • Le Fou being gay for Gaston is already something of a cultural joke
  • He’s barely in the movie
  • He’s the only gay person in a love story, he will end up alone and evil
  • People have been saying how you could improve the story by making it gay for years and of all the ideas this is the worst possible option for picking a gay character
  • We coulda had lesbian Beast
  • Kids will have this as their first gay Disney character
  • For some kids this will be their first gay character period
  • It will be their ONLY gay Disney character
  • They chose to make a shot for shot remake of the animated movie with the most whitebread actors and the only thing they want to change up is making the evil fool gay
  • Disney could get away with any kind of lgbt character because they are a monolith yet they choose this

for all my trans and nb followers, especially the kids and those who may still be in the closet, please don’t let what trump said today make you ashamed or afraid to be who you are. you are NOT a burden, you are IMPORTANT and you MATTER. i’m so sorry that there are people who can’t see that. i’m not going to lie to you and say this isn’t what trans people face on the daily, i’m not gonna tell you that our lives are all rainbows and flowers bc they aren’t AT ALL. but we are capable of having rich and happy lives, despite pieces of shit like that orange circus peanut.

you matter. you always have, please let my voice drown out all the bad ones. please. you matter.

and for all my cis followers, fight for us. we are fighting for ourselves trust me we are, but be an ally to us and fight too. don’t speak over us, don’t overshadow us, but stand with us please. know the struggles we face, and stand with us to help change that. be our ally.

Like a friggin’ ghost, Castiel appears out of nowhere at the end of the table.

“What’s a ‘DILF’?”

Dean raises his head from his book at the same time as Sam. They meet each other’s eyes across the table and promptly enter into a silent battle of wills.

Sam raises his eyebrows. Dean shakes his head subtly. Sam frowns and narrows his eyes. Dean frowns back and flicks his eyes pointedly to Castiel. Sam purses his lips. Dean flicks his eyes to Castiel again. And then Sam wins the argument by cheating, deliberately looking back down at his book on extinct South American languages and doing his best impression of someone who hadn’t even heard the question. He makes an exaggerated show of turning his page and peering closely at the text, even making stupid little noises of interest like the book is the most fascinating thing he’s ever read, and Dean’s frown deepens into a scowl.

“Did you hear my question?” Castiel asks.

Dean sighs, makes a mental note to throw in a red shirt with Sam’s next laundry load of whites, and shuts his own book.

“Where did you hear it, Cas?”

“At the mall,” Castiel answers immediately. “There was a group of adolescents and I heard one of them say the word to her friend.”

“Okay, Cas. Number one? Stop spying on teenagers at the mall, it’s fucking creepy.”

“But I learn so much from them,” Castiel protests.

“And B, ’DILF’ isn’t a word, it’s an acronym. It means… well, it means ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck,” he says bluntly, deciding to just spit it out, because god knows that using subtlety on Cas doesn’t always have the best track record. “They were saying they thought some older guy there was hot. Usually you don’t hear ‘DILF’ that often though. ‘MILF’ – or Mom I’d Like to Fuck – is a lot more common. It’s pretty popular in some circles, there’s an entire porn niche dedicated to ‘MILF’s. Hell, I’ve even heard of ‘GILF’s before.”

“He doesn’t need an entire lesson on your disturbing porn-watching habits,” Sam mutters from the side of his mouth, without looking up from his book.

“Hey, he asked,” Dean snaps back. “I’m just being thorough – since someone here is zero help.”

“I see,” Castiel says, ignoring their bickering. He looks thoughtful, like he’s pondering something. “…so I’m considered a ‘DILF’?”

“Christ, they were talking about you? Of course they were,” Dean mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. He sighs and straightens up a little. “Not really, Cas, you gotta be a dad to be a ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’, and your…whatever it is…with Claire doesn’t really count, you’re not technically her dad.” He mulls it over for a second, then shrugs. “I guess you’re just an ‘Angel I’d Like to Fuck’.”

Castiel looks surprised and pleased. “Thank you, Dean. I find you extremely attractive as well.”

It takes Dean about 1.6 seconds to process what just happened. 

“Wait a second – that’s not what I –“

But Castiel, the flighty bastard, is already striding out of the library just as quickly and efficiently as he’d appeared, apparently satisfied now that his question was answered. The bottom of his trenchcoat disappears around the corner.

“ – meant,” Dean finishes lamely. He grits his teeth in annoyance and tears his eyes away from the empty doorway - straight into Sam’s smug face and knowing smile.

“Smooth, Dean. Real smooth.”

“….you know that’s not what I meant!” he tries again.

“Uh huh. Whatever you say.” Sam looks back at his book and turns the page again, still wearing a stupid smirk on his face.

Dean glares down at the table. “Wasn’t what I fucking meant,” he mutters under his breath. Although he’s not sure if he’s still trying to convince Sam, or himself.

…and how the hell is he supposed to pronounce ‘AILF’ anyways?

  • Slytherin: *sitting at table on phone*
  • Ravenclaw: Hey Slytherin. ;)
  • Ravenclaw: *attempts to slide over to Slytherin but slips and falls on their back*
  • Slytherin: *looks over edge of table at Ravenclaw*
  • Slytherin: That was smooth like crunchy peanut butter.
Humans Are Weird: Fun with Food Allergies

My humble submission to the Humans Are Weird conversation. I know we’ve talked about food allergies, but as someone with a LONG list of them, I have a feeling explaining the different ways multiple foods can fuck you up would be fun….


X’kora was learning fast. It was their first mission with humans aboard the ship, but they had felt adequately prepared. Until the peanut incident with Human Monica, that is. The human had been understanding, and had offered to prepare her own food, but X’kora insisted that they didn’t want Human Monica excluded, and that they would be happy to accommodate her needs.

“You turned purple. That is not a standard human skin tone. It must never happen again. Please provide me with your list of death foods.”

Of course, they hadn’t been prepared for the list of twenty-two foods Human Monica was not allowed to eat.

“I tried to color code them for you,” Human Monica explained. “Red are the ones that make my throat close up - like peanuts. The ones in yellow give me hives - a skin rash. And green just give me a headache or stomach ache.”

“All of these foods cause you various forms of distress?” X’kora asked in shock.

“Unfortunately.”

“I must avoid peanuts, bananas, and soy at all costs?”

“Please do. My grandma didn’t believe in food allergies, and baked some peanut butter banana cookies with soy milk - to prove to my parents that they were over protective. Didn’t see much of grandma after the death cookie incident.”

X’kora taped the list to the cabinet. “I will endeavor to meet your needs.”

“Don’t stress - I’m used to it.”

“You. Turned. Purple.”

The Reality of Voltron Ships
  • Sheith: "you're like a brother to me"
  • Heith: YOU MADE A JOKE!?!
  • Klance: I hate you, but only a bit
  • Shidge: Oh thanks for saving my brother
  • Hance: Brotp
  • Shatt: We had like .5 seconds of screen time together
  • Hidge: "Hey can you pass me the--Hunk stop barfing-- can you pass me the hard drive?"
  • Shallura: These kids stress me out, but we can be stressed together
  • Shance: "Nope, we're not doing that" "LANCE"
  • Lallura: *lances flirting intensifies* "Ugh"
  • Kallura: We were emo enough to run away together and good enough to resolve our conflicts
  • Kidge: I will protect this child.
  • Lancelot: "Who's Lotor?"
  • Pallura: She likes peanut butter.
  • Please no I have nothing against any of the ships lmao

Valentine’s Gift for @peanut-milk for the @aftgexchange.

The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)


“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.

Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.

“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend. What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”

Neil sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’ it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which is Andrew, in your case.”

Love. He lets the word wash over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean anything to him.  He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he and Andrew have and yet—

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