these are children's shorts

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Game of Thrones AU 

(inspired by this and the recent bs that is the whole Rhaegar/Lyanna mess)

Spirited away to Braavos as very small children, Rhaenys and Aegon Waters have grown up resentful of their circumstances and determined to return home to Westeros. Sailing to Dorne, the children of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell are shocked to discover that they are illegitimate, cast aside along with their mother in favour of Lyanna Stark. Yet that won’t stop them.

With Rhaenys as their Queen and Aegon as her trusted Hand, the Waters siblings form a powerful alliance with their kin in Dorn. They will show Westeros that despite being tossed away by their own father, despite being exiled to spare them, they are the blood of the dragon and true to the words of their mother’s house - they are unbowed, unbent and unbroken.

reminder that In a Heartbeat is a short film FOR LGBT people so they can see that their love is not predatory and not inherently adult. It’s a short film to showcase that LGBT love can be innocent and pure and also shows younger lgbt people that they’re okay and they’re deserving of love. This is NOT a short film for straight people to fetishize, it’s not here for you to freak out about your “OTP!!1!1” and further the feeling of otherness that LGBT people already experience. Lastly, do not sexualize this short film, they’re fucking children and LGBT people are already hyper-sexualized.

If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in
sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. (…) 


There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments.

—  Ruth Hubbard, The Political Nature of “Human Nature”
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Joan B. Lee: The Woman Who Saved the Marvel Universe

Joan Boocock was born on August 3, 1924, in Gosforth, Newcastle, England. In the 1940s she moved to New York City, where she married an American GI and worked as a hat model. Working at the agency, she met a young comics editor named Stanley Lieber, who worked under the pen name Stan Lee. The two fell in love instantly and she left her husband for him.

In the early 1960s, Stan Lee was feeling depressed and unhappy with his job and was seriously considering quitting the comics industry. Joan told him "Before you quit, why don’t you write one comic you are proud of?” Lee obliged and together with Jack Kirby, he created the Fantastic Four, the flawed, dysfunctional family of heroes that Lee always wanted to make. The comic was an instant success, reinvigorating Lee and convincing him to stay on at Marvel. He even went on to give his favorite hero, Spider-Man, a love interest based off his wife: Mary Jane Watson. In later years, after the couple’s two children were grown-up, Joan would have a short career as a voice actress, voicing the recurring character of Madame Web in the Spider-Man animated series, as well as having small parts in the Iron Man and Fantastic Four series. In 2016 she had a cameo with her husband in X-Men: Apocalypse. 

The Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, the Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, the X-Men, the Avengers, Daredevil, Luke Cage, Doctor Strange, Black Panther. While these heroes were created or co-created by Stan Lee, we may never have had them or the Marvel Universe without Joan. Thank you.

Joan Boocock Lee - August 3, 1924 – July 6, 2017

Break Down

So here is a langsty idea: Lance finally breaking down but at something small 


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Lance sits, cross-legged opposite of Blue. He was holding a paintbrush dipped in polish to her claws.

He diy’ed some polish and made it to be highly resistant to damage. Swords? Lasers? Bullets? Not a crack in sight. It was tougher than nails.

“If only it could help with my self esteem right, Blue?” She raises a mental eyebrow, unimpressed by the joke. He chuckles.

“A few more strokes…”

“…and…we are… done.

Lance leans back grinning as he admires his work. Nicely done. Sky blue was definitely her colour. Blue thrums in agreement.

Lance had waltzed into her hangar a few hours ago declaring that it was spa day. He had spent it repairing, cleaning, and buffing out the dents in Blue.

This wasn’t a rare occurrence. They would usually do this every once a week or after a mission that leaves her badly wrecked.

He does it with joy. He does it remembering the days on Earth cleaning the heck out of his house with his family.

But today he was doing it as a distraction.

Blue knows.

“You are sad.”

A loud metal clang echoes throughout the room. Lance winces.

He was so caught off guard by the blunt statement that he dropped the metal lid used cover the container full of paint.

The floor was blue.

Why can’t you do anything right?’

“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath. Everything building up from the past week spilled over at the minor inconvenience.

`Seventh Wheel.’

Fuck,” A tear threatened to fall, prickling at the corner of his eye. This wasn’t suppose to be a big deal. This wasn’t suppose to set him off. The lid rolled away from his grasp as he tried to pick it up.

‘You should be more like Keith.”

FUCK,” He gave up chasing the lid, choosing to slam his leg into the metal can and it flew into the air and across the room.

He could almost catch a glimpse of the bright sky back on Earth. It fell back down, wet against his face like rain.

The paint stung.

“Fuck.”

Every breathy gasp held frustration. He repeats the word over and over until the it was strange on his lips. He basked in the bittersweet relief it gave him.

“Lance,” something in Blue`s voice grounded him, A soothing hum reaches out, washing over him through the bond. “Breath.”

He stops.

Inhale. Exhale.

His pulse evens out

Lance paused for a good few ticks before proceeding to lie flat on his back on the floor. The only thing that reached his ears were the ocean waves hitting against rocks through their bond. He stayed like that for awhile; staring puffy eyed at the white ceiling. 

He shifts his body to the right, facing the lion.

“I deserve to die.”

we cannot ever resolve the problem of violence against children in our society unless we give up the idea that the worst thing a child can be is disobedient.

this is what so many people are failing to understand when they whine about how youth rights advocates should stop concerning ourselves with silly little things and just worry when there’s “real abuse” happening. the two causes are one and the same. perpetuating the idea that children are morally obligated to be submissive primes them for abuse. perpetuating the idea that parents must be dominant in order to be fulfilling their responsibilities encourages them to be abusive.

stop praising kids for submissiveness. stop remarking on how “good” they are when they don’t argue or complain. stop equating “respect” with obedience. stop calling a child “well-behaved” when what you really mean is that they’re being silent and taking up as little space as possible.

instead, praise kids for goodness and moral strength that come from within. recognize them for acts of kindness and selflessness. show pride in them for helping others. encourage them when they take responsibility. support them when they stand up for themselves.

stop praising parents for dominance. stop expressing wonder at their ability to keep their children on a short leash, to silence them with a word, or to strike fear into their hearts with a look. stop looking impressed when parents gleefully expound on all the ways they’ve been “tough” on their kids.

instead, praise parents for cultivating good human relationships with their kids. tell them how great it is to see them make their kids smile. recognize them for respecting their kids, for talking to them like people. encourage them to spend time just hanging out with their kids, in moments that aren’t about teaching or correcting or giving orders. recognize the courage it takes for them to admit when they’re wrong. support them when other adults cast judgmental eyes because they’re not being disciplinarians.

making things better starts with how we talk to each other.

Learn a new language!
  • Write! You need to learn how to apply the grammar rules in longer texts. Write about a page or so. You can write longer profiles, translate songs, poems, paragraphs in books and much more.
  • Read! Go to your local library, a pdf on a book, or anything  and see if you find some books with easy short texts like children's books or poems and practice reading them out loud, understanding and translate them.
  • Watch movies or series in that language. This will be good in understanding people talking that language, also it can help on pronunciation and maybe you find some vocabulary you want to write down.
  • Listen to music in that language. As with movies and series, this can help your auditory understanding, give you some pronunciation and give you ideas to more vocabulary. And this is also possible to do on the go.
  • Use apps! I have heard the app Duolingo is good and I used Memrise and it was ok but didn’t work for me. To find apps can be hard, the apps suit people differently. What works for me might not work for you.
  • Get a language buddy, a native or someone else learning the language! If you find a native who are willing to spend some of their time to help you that’s great. They might help you having conversations, understand auditory and even tell you what you wrote wrong in your longer texts. If you find someone else learning the language this can be both good and bad. You might help each other by talking, comparing notes, looking at each others writing, BUT there is a risk of you teaching each other wrongly too, so beware.
  • Marvin: </b> they don't make house calls
  • Mendel: </b> <I><b> sees Trina, rolls up in his bright red heelys </I></b> they do now
kids are fucking wild

i work at a daycare/day camp thing with six and seven year olds

-*points to my ring* are you married?
me: how to i explain that i am 16 and im dating a piece of shit

-“are you a boy or a girl?”
me: what makes you think im a boy or a girl?
kid: you have short hair!
me: girls can have short hair!
me internally: gender is an illusion my children

-*kid pickpockets the radio from my coworkers pocket and presses the button* “can we order pizza?”

-me: our craft today is making snakes out of paper!
kid: CAN MINE BE POISONOUS
me: sure!
other kid: can it bite me i want to go home
other other kid: i got bit by a python once
other other other kid: yeah sure craig

-i herd the kids outside and they all hang out by the door waiting to go inside. when i ask them why they say that its hot out. its only 84 degrees

-me, to my coworker: oh i get off in ten minutes
ten minutes later: “REY IS LEAVING EVERYONE TACKLE HER OR HIM” (they didn’t believe me when i told them i was a ‘girl’ so now use “her or him” when referring to me. i dont correct them because they are on the right track)