this is a late parrot

anonymous asked:

I'm wondering and sorry if I'm being too curious but how did you know your bf was the one?because I'm 23 and living that hoe life lol and I can't see myself with some guy right now but sometimes I think too like what if I let the one go?

lol honestly you’re young, keep living that hoe life. don’t stress it too much.

let me get real. i’m not a romantic (other than the fact that all i want to read is romance lol). i mean, sure, the fictional IDEA of soulmates or “the one” makes me melt when it comes to a ship/OTP, but i guess i don’t necessarily ascribe to this stuff in real life. i don’t believe in “the one” so much as i do that you make a choice to stick with one person. i had to write the script for our officiant/our vows, so i’m about to parrot back what i’ve been thinking about lately, and it’s a philosophy i’ve read about and learned in therapy while doing couple’s counseling too–so no one else really has to take this to heart–but being in love is different from love. so you could fall in love, find someone you really really like, tomorrow or years from now. on average that feeling lasts about 2 years, then it fades (though i think it will come and go in waves, actually) and either what’s left is a bone-deep sort of love for that person that’s tedious and sometimes ugly but it’s also full of faith and trust and, to me, a deeply abiding kind of comfort and contentment. and for personal reasons that’s what matters to me, what i look for in a long-term relationship; that’s what makes me want to spend the rest of my life with a person.

sometimes that stuff isn’t there after the honeymoon phase of a relationship fades, even if the first year or so you thought you’d die without that person. shit is tricky, ultimately, but when i say love is a choice, it’s one you make every day. so sometimes when that day is hard, you make that choice to keep loving that person and not bail. other days it’s the easiest thing. if you want to bail every day, well that person is probably not the one you want to marry or spend forever with.

i feel like i’m rambling, and i don’t know if that made any sense or helped at all. other people probably feel differently about love, but you just have to decide what you are looking for in a relationship. no one can really tell you what it is you’re looking for, and unfortunately you might not even know when you’ve “found” it. but if you realize you really like someone in the beginning stages, give it a shot. don’t close yourself off, or even throw yourself into it, just because you’re worried somehow you’ll miss that elusive “the one” as if the universe has only given you one chance at a great love.

TIRED N SORRY

I’m so sorry for the trouble yesterday and I want to apologize for being rude? 😕 I said my opinion of something and it seemed to trigger some people?
Might want to say that it was just me being dramatic about things, but I never say that I should be sorry for saying my opinion. I just can’t tolerate people talking about my opinion like it is worthless or a crime. You can also tell yours as much as I do! 😐

PS: I haven’t been very well lately cause of my pet parrot died and my grandma died of lung cancer after a huge operation they did in her lungs. I’ll be away tomorrow cause I’m at a family meeting with my mother about my grandma’s house, bills, car… you know all that stuff, doing a list of everything she owned.

💗 RIP 💗

Things That Remind Me of the Signs

Aries: Blasting music in the car with friends, parrots, waking up late on Saturdays

Taurus: Drinking tea while reading, dancing in the rain, the color blue

Gemini: Cat sweaters, dancing to the music in your head, a good book after a wild day

Cancer: A sibling’s wedding, flower crowns, running through tall grass

Leo: Feather Boas and weird glasses, Color Runs, a day of shopping with friends

Virgo: Getting an A on a test you thought you’d failed, finishing a book with minimal character death, chilling out to Indie music

Libra: Starbucks, people who are old souls and always mentally a 12 year old at the same time, wild flowers

Scorpio: Rainy fall days, loving someone deeply, high waisted shorts

Sagittarius: A plane taking off, small acts of rebellion, the beauty of a mountain hike

Capricorn: Sunflowers, feeling the stress leave you, weird selfies with your best friend

Aquarius: Random thoughts keeping you up all night, blue eyes in snow, every Indie song ever

Pisces: Pink and white roses, summer sleep overs, your childhood show your secretly still obsessed with 

‘But Ladeah Sybil, armies are already massing there.  It’s no place for a ladeah!’

Vimes winced.  Sybil had made up her mind.  This was going to be like watching that dwarf being flamed by dragons, all over again.

Lady Sybil’s bosom, which she was allowed to have, expanded as she took a deep breath; it seemed to lift her slightly off the ground.

'Sir Reynold,’ she said, with a side order of ice.  'In the Year of the Lice, my great-grandmother once cooked, PERSONALLY, a full dinner for eighteen in a military redoubt that was entirely surrounded by bloodthirsty Klatchians, AND she felt able to include sorbet and nuts.  My grandmother, in the Year of the Quiet Monkey, defended our embassy in Pseudopolis against a mob, with no assistance but that offered by a gardener, a trained parrot, and a pan of hot cooking fat.  My late aunt, when our coach was once held up at bowpoint by two desperate highwaymen, gave them such a talking-to that they actually ran away crying for their mothers, Sir Reynold, their MOTHERS.  We are no strangers to danger, Sir Reynold.  May I also remind you that quite probably half the dwarfs who fought at Koom Valley WERE ladies?  No one told THEM to stay at home!’
—  Terry Pratchett, “Thud!”

anonymous asked:

What did Eddie Redmayne do??

A really good breakdown of the Eddie Redmayne situation is here.
 This one is also a good read.

But if you need my views…

- Eddie Redmayne was handed this role, and no trans women were auditioned. None were even considered. That’s been admitted by the director, and Redmayne had a responsibility to turn this role down if he was a trans ally. He’s playing a historical figure from our community, and him being a cis guy is a violent act against trans women’s legitimacy, by buying into the “Man in a dress” trope that the film plays up as well.

- Eddie Redmayne is said to have spent some time learning from trans people, but apparently it was all for nothing, because in the trailers alone (and certainly across the whole film), there’s so much transphobic crap that it’s clear he didn’t (A) have the guts to stand up and make things right for the trans woman community, or (B) was too ignorant to recognize what was offensive and damaging to the trans community. In cases like this, intent doesn’t matter, not when he’s making millions of dollars off of our community, and we’re getting nothing. It becomes exploitation. The cis gaze is remarkably strong in this film, and there’s not a shred of a trans narrative left in it.

- Negative exposure harms us. We live in a world where the majority of people who have seen Silence of the Lambs see Buffalo Bill as trans, even though he’s not. We live in a world where cis people in the media routinely conflate trans women as cis male drag queens or just straight up cis men. We’re so often cast as villains (dangerous, deceptive, violent), sex workers (immoral, deceptive, asking for violence), and/or murder victims (often unsympathetic ones). Media representation hurts us more often than not. TransAmerica hurt us. Dallas Buyer’s Club hurt us. Pretty Little Liars hurt us. The Danish Girl is yet another on a very long list to add to that harm. Not that most cis people will realize it, since it’s traditional trauma-based oscar fodder.

- There’s the exploitation aspect, again. This was a pretty high grossing film(over 12M) and it competed for Oscars for some reason. The director, the main actors…they made a lot of money off of this (Eddie made ~$350,000 not including money made from interviews and appearances and whatnot related to the film). And the trans community got nothing from it but potentially more people seeing us in an incorrect or bad light. I haven’t heard anything about him donating his salary/earnings to the trans community, either. Nor have I heard him making a push to get trans people hired. He, and the director, have parroted the same stuff Hillary Swank said in the late 90s, that Felicity Huffman said in the mid 00s, and he’ll likely walk away and never think about transphobia and transmisogyny in the industry ever again. He’ll have exploited us for his gain, stealing a job from us, stealing earnings from us, stealing opportunities from us, and leaving us to deal with the fallout.

That’s just a lot of transmisogyny

  • you: this parrot is dead
  • me, an intellectual: This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed it to the perch it would be pushing up the daisies! It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This is an ex-parrot!
Sir Reynold turned to her with his mouth open. ‘But, Lady Sybil, armies are already massing there. It’s no place for a lady!’
Vimes winced. Sybil had made up her mind. This was going to be like watching that dwarf being flamed by dragons all over again.
Lady Sybil’s bosom, which she was allowed to have, grew as she took a deep breath; it seemed to lift her slightly off the ground.
'Sir Reynold,’ she said, with a side order of ice, 'in the Year of the Lice my great-grandmother once cooked, personally, a full dinner for eighteen in a military redoubt that was entirely surrounded by bloodthirsty Klatchians, and she felt able to include sorbet and nuts. My grandmother, in the Year of the Quiet Monkey, defended our embassy in Pseudopolis against a mob, with no assistance but that offered by a gardener, a trained parrot and a pan of hot chip fat. My late aunt, when our coach was once held up at bow-point by two desperate highwaymen, gave them such a talking to that they actually ran away crying for their mothers, Sir Reynold, their mothers. We are no strangers to danger, Sir Reynold. May I also remind you that quite probably half the dwarfs who fought at Koom Valley were ladies? No one told them to stay at home!’
—  Thud! by Terry Pratchett