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@dolly-fartin @once-upon-a-mermaid 

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@dolly-fartin @once-upon-a-mermaid 

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Ladies, Gents, and Non Binary lovelies, I give you: Ewan McGregor in kilts. That is all.

This is both amazing and profoundly irritating - the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do - you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.

its the end of an era

“There are no trigger warnings in real life”

“The real world is cruel, get over it.”

My boyfriend is triggered by Christmas and Christmas music. We were in a restaurant, and Christmas music was playing, and he started panicking so he went outside for a cigarette. The manager of the restaurant overheard him saying he had to get out, and changed the music over for the rest of the time we were there. There are safe spaces in the real world. People are nicer than you think. And bullshit people who try to tell you to get over your triggers, ain’t shit.

Anderson Cooper has no time for Donald Trump Jr.’s garbage tweets and right-wing conspiracy theories. 

Woke up to this:

So we checked the doorbell cam:

Hope you enjoyed the snack, dude.  Thanks for waiting til Halloween was past.  

When I first got out of grad school, I couldn’t get a job in my chosen profession, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was living with my parents, I felt that I’d failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn’t figure the rest of my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself, which seemed unlikely. 

Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens, cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love. 

My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications. 

I can’t guarantee that everyone who feels like they’re dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or 29 will get this life that I got. I know I’ve been lucky, and even with luck, my life’s not perfect. But I’m 38 and today is such a good day that I can’t believe I almost didn’t get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24. 

It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today was a pretty nice day to share that. 

Eddie is a dumb bitch. Just get, like, a fuckin Bluetooth ear piece from goodwill. It doesn’t even have to work, just wear it so you can talk to Venom whenever and not have to worry about looking like you’re talking to yourself in public.

I have been thinking about this since I got into Venom.

Instead of being all “what are you looking at” or “I’m just hallucinating but I’m okay” and drawing attention to himself especially when he is already wanted by police and other villains. He could easily just get a earpiece and people wouldn’t look twice at him!!!

I love Eddie but he is truly a dumb bitch.

*walks around my house looking for scissors while making a scissor motion with my fingers*

some stuff isn’t just a trope, you know? in the movies, we’re introduced to women who are “experts” who have trained for years, who live and breathe and are willing to die for whatever the male main character has never even experienced before. and then he takes the reigns and upstages her, instantly, with a little bit of friendly bewilderment because, come on, it’s not antifeminist, he’s just good, he’s standing there having shown he’s actually more powerful than she’ll ever be - and we buy it. and then we go home and when we live and breathe something we still ask ourselves. “am i actually good at this? or is some fool going to walk into this presentation eighteen minutes in and offer a sarcastic and biting correction?” we wait for the man to show up and prove that, despite awards and training and an excellent job position, we’re actually just secretly incompetent.

the trope isn’t just setting up for us “this man is good at what he does” – the fact that the trope demands our male hero upstage the woman says: even an incompetent man will always be better than the best woman. he could have upstaged the sage boss or whatever other male in power exists in the movie. but he doesn’t. he upstages the woman to earn his pack order because she is, intrinsically, the weakest link. the real fight will be man against man. it always is.

and i wish, i wish it stopped outside of the theater. but the number of men who try (gently) to assure me that they’re actually better at what i have multiple degrees and years of experience in - it tells me it worked. men are always looking to be the hero, to interrupt, to upstage, to flip the woman on her back and expose her to all your fellow men - see! for someone who has been doing this forever, she’s just another woman. i am reminded by a man this is called mansplaining. i said “it’s a system of silencing women” and he said, “no, it’s just an accident.” in the movie, he sees himself pointing to my equation on the board, having just walked in. “here’s the flaw,” he says. in the real life, i’m too frustrated to speak. in the movie, he’s inevitably right. elle woods flipping her hair and saying what, like it’s hard? was a funny line. it’s funny because in every other movie, it’s said by a guy.

You took our peoples as slaves but aren’t taking refugees.