Reblogged d0ctorsorders
steppingonshatteredglass-deacti
pan pride
here are some images of pansexual pride because i don't ever see any pan representation and it breaks my heart.
please non-pan people reblog it would mean the world
Reblogged sapphirestream
I love that Leverage really goes out of it’s way to show us that just because you break the ‘rules’, it doesn’t mean you’re breaking the rules. Rules and laws and society are all made up, at the end of the day, and all you really have is your own moral compass and sense of justice; is this just to you? Is it right? Should it be OK for companies to put people in insurmountable debt for the rest of their lives just because our medical care is so expensive in this modern day and age? No law or rule should change what you know in your heart is right and wrong, and I think that’s the key thing that makes someone a good person in my eyes.
#there was a time when parker wouldn’t have noticed, #not because she lacked the capacity to care, #but because she had narrowed herself, #to stay alive she cut off as many unnecessary things as possible, #watching her get them all back, #is one of the glories of this show (via @seananmcguire)
Leverage hands down has the best character development I’ve ever seen.
This scene hit me like a brick. My parents were hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt when I was 16 bc I’d had cancer the year before (my treatment ended up being free but the initial ER bills and such were not).
But somewhere along the line they just… Disappeared. My mom says they’re not being paid and they’re not in collections. It’s almost as if someone out there did…exactly what Parker did.
Ever since I saw this the first time, I’ve imagined it was Parker doing it. That she and Hardison had a free weekend and decided to take it out on a collections agency. That I was one of the lucky ones who got a little Leverage.
Reblogged emeraldcreeper
I think being transhet is very sexy and galaxy brained actually
people on this site loooove to shit on straight people and I understand the impulse but trans heterosexuality exists on an entirely different plane of nuance and complexity. cisheterosexuality is taken-for-granted, default, easy, and fundamentally disimilar to how trans people navigate that same attraction. finally being able to express my love for women in a way that is comfortable and freeing because I no longer have to pretend to be a woman while I’m doing it has allowed me to find peace with myself in a way no other label or gender configuration has. years of berating myself for not understanding why I feel so out of place in wlw spaces and discussions, for why I felt so off-balance and phony in my celebration of the joy of loving women, for why I couldn’t understand that wrestling out the internalised homophobia I had as a teen didn’t alleviate my discomfort with being with women as a woman - these fears and concerns are now settled because I realised I am in fact a man. transheterosexuality takes just as much internal scrutiny, just as much self-reflection, and just as much courage as realising you’re gay or bi, and there is just as much joy to be found in realising you can experience sexuality on your own terms as a trans person.
Reblogged red-wolfz
THINGS I CAN DO
- enjoy words and images
- love friends
THINGS I CANNOT DO
- zoom call
- assignmence
Reblogged unofficial-cactus
who wants to see the worst thing ive seen this week
too bad, im showing you anyway
pathcat
a non-photoshopped picture of someone actually wearing them, for your viewing pleasure
bitterrosebrokenspear
Reblogged renkades
Has anyone else noticed how, when you have a chronic condition of some kind, that there’s always the basic assumption from people around you that you’re not already doing everything you can?
It’s all about the illusion of control. People who are healthy like to believe they can always keep being healthy if they do the right things. They don’t want to think about how good people get struck with terrible circumstances for no reason. So they keep assuming that if they got sick, they could do something to make it better. And if you’re still sick, that must mean you’ve done something wrong or not done enough.
Nail. Head. The same attitude can be seen in how a lot of people talk about poverty.
Reblogged thebootydiaries
kohlrabae-deactivated20170524
Reblogged theropodtheroblogs
was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection
Reblogged theropodtheroblogs
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
Reblogged theropodtheroblogs
hey dsmpblr if youre wondering why everyone is saying you should reblog posts heres why
these are some random posts i pulled off my dash that have nothing to do with mcyt (both general tumblr posts and other fandoms)
here are random mcyt posts i pulled off my dash (including art, theories, writing, and meta)
the average ratio of likes to reblogs for the first set of posts (general tumblr, not mcyt) is 1.7:1 likes to reblogs. the average ratio of likes to reblogs for the second set of posts (mcyt) is 4.3:1 likes to reblogs.
reblogs are the only way for a post to be shared, a good ratio for a post is around 2:1, even 3:1 is a decent ratio.
mcytblrs average is 4.3:1.
REBLOG POSTS.
“but i dont want to spam my followers” thats what the queue is for.
“but my followers/mutuals dont want to see posts about dream smp” thats what sideblogs are for.
“but i dont have any followers” so? nobody on tumblr cares how many followers you have, if anything youll gain followers by reblogging things.
reblog posts.
ranboocore
reblog posts!! thats what this platform is for,. if you’re new here, thats the beauty of this platform! you dont have to worry about clogging anything up. its SUPPOSED to be full of shit. you can also go back and RE REBLOG stuff! without the original reblog even disappearing! if i see that you’re reblogging stuff, im more likely to follow you. it means i get a wider variety of content on my dash while its still in the same niche i like! like, i dont stay in the tags. most people who use this platform don’t continuously search the tags unless theyre looking for smth super specific. even if you post only original stuff, i would follow someone who also reblogs stuff faster. it’s about the variety honestly. sideblogs are also…. super nifty, like op said. this blog specifically is a sideblog. i use it regularly and in posting and reblogging ive grown this blog fairly quickly? not that i have a large following, i just have more followers on this blog than i do my main. so its not like you cant grow a sideblog.
tumblrs a really cool platform and it’s even cooler when it’s utilized the way it was made for!!!
Reblogged theropodtheroblogs
“My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love. When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay. Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure. It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening. ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention. ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already. He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him. He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence. It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist? I asked him what happened on his adventure. ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me. ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look. ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see? ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’ ‘And so I did. ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too. ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better. ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me. ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said. ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life. ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me. ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’ I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter. What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye? ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’ My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale. ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’ But I do. I really believe in it. And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.”
— Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)
Reblogged renkades
Wasting time.
Aka. I just wanted to draw kitty cat.
#pascalcampion
Reblogged ifithasafandomimapartofit
klubbhead
I hate English
English might seem complicated, but it can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.
klubbhead
Fuck you
What makes this worse is English has a relatively low number of homonyms but the way we denote vowel sounds is just a fucking nightmare.
-ough- has 8 different separate ways to be pronounced. This what happens when you try to shove a language with 13 vowel sounds into a writing system that only has 5, and then dont standardize based on the actual sound. English is nightmare to learn for anyone whose native vowel range is less than that which happens to be most languages.
Reblogged panrhei
Fanfic be like, "if you don't have your own gay little man, store bought is fine"
Reblogged ifithasafandomimapartofit
Dogs react to their name being called.
Reblogged ifithasafandomimapartofit
Here’s one good thing to come out of 2020:
Paleontologists completed a life-sized replica of Sue, the most complete T. Rex ever found.
And she is freaking GORGEOUS!
As I read more about this beauty, I found out some new details regarding things I thought I previously knew about the beast that was Tyrannosaurus Rex, and I’m going to share them with you.
First, and most obvious, her size:
This is nothing new, we all figured T. Rex was big, but I for one never stopped to consider exactly how big it was. Nobody ever really knows what to imagine when they read about something the size of a whale that walked around and ate everything it could kill.
Speaking of eating things, I just want to remind you all that T. Rex had–by miles–the strongest bite of any terrestrial animal living or dead, somewhere around six and a half tons of force. That’s over six times greater than the current estimate of what Allosaurus was capable of, and three times what was delivered by the highest measured reading of the living title holder–the estuarine crocodile. It didn’t have to waste time swinging its head open-mouthed like Saurophaganax for a little extra oomph, or grow fancy serrated teeth like Carcharodontosaurus to cut pieces out of its prey. It opted for the simplest approach: get its mouth around something and crush it to death; imagine the full weight of an elephant on whatever was between this thing’s jaws.
“How did it find something to eat?” I hear you asking. “It can’t see something if it doesn’t move, right?”
Listen, I love Jurassic Park too, but that’s a big crock of shit.
Notice how both her eyes face forward. That gives her binocular vision (the ability to focus both eyes on one target, like you and I). More importantly it means she has impeccable depth perception due to overlapping fields of vision from each, large, eyeball. Researchers agree that T. Rex not only had incredible vision, but that it was probably better than most modern animals–including eagles, hawks, and owls–and that she could likely spot something three and a half miles away. If something that big can see that well, it doesn’t matter if you move or not, she’d be able to tell if it was an animal trying to hide or a piece of vegetation. So pray she isn’t hungry if she lays eyes on you. And even if by some miracle she didn’t see you, she’d still smell you.
If she decided you looked tasty, you probably wouldn’t hear her coming as much as you’d feel her. Modern science indicates that T. Rex didn’t roar like in Jurassic Park, but rather bellowed or maybe even hissed like crocodilians. If she were on to you, you’d most likely feel this sense of unease creep up your spine as a low-pitched rumble in the air permeated through you. You wouldn’t know what it was or where it was coming from until you hear her footfalls. By then it’s too late–you could try to run but she’d probably catch you. There’s plenty on YouTube that reconstructs what T. Rex may have sounded like, and it’s legitimately haunting.
To wrap all of this up, the one bit of good that came out of the cursed year that is 2020 is that this wonderful child of science and art came into the world, and reaffirmed my respect and admiration for the eight ton slab of muscle and teeth that is this magnificent creature.
…and it is nothing if not magnificent.
I honestly expected like three notes, what happened!?