dizzyhslightlyvoided:

girlbob-boypants:

girlbob-boypants:

The manosphere conspiracy that birth control alter women’s hormones in such a way that they start being attracted to twinks instead of chads is so funny to me.

Hide the birth control lest your daughter one day bring home a Timothee Chalamet she caught at the grocery store

Oh this immediately upset someone lol

two anon asks on tumblr. the first says "cuck!" and the second repeats the word "cuck!" enough times to continue beyond the screenshotALT

My favorite part of this is the apparently genuinely sincere ironclad certainty that this would, like. hurt your feelings?

pangur-and-grim:

pangur-and-grim:

pangur-and-grim:

pangur-and-grim:

pangur-and-grim:

pangur-and-grim:

pangur-and-grim:

is it okay if I read a gay retelling of pride and prejudice before I read the actual pride and prejudice

fine, fine, I’m reading the original!

and honestly, I thought it’d be super dense and old-fashioned, but it’s basically just a gossipy rom com. the times haven’t really changed that much.

everyone seems so bored. they’re always hanging out with people who annoy them, because there’s nothing better to do, and they’re all constantly knitting or playing cards or whatever just to pass the time. in like two weeks there’s been five balls. nobody has a job. everyone is snide to one another.

and you’d think that because they’re so bored they’d be down for anything, but the main lady went on a walk and everyone gasped! and was like “wtf did you see how she had three loose hairs because of all that walking!” so it’s not even Florida bored where they’re driving motorized lawnmowers off ramps. they could be doing sick horse stunts, but they’re all too British and repressed. I don’t care if Darcy kisses Elizabeth, they’re both going to die of consumption anyway after the book ends.

I got to the famous sass-off scene between Darcy and Elizabeth, and then immediately went to watch the movie version, and AHHH!!

so in the book, they’re just in someone’s living room, BUT IN THE MOVIE it’s outside in a rainstorm, which pissed me off!! these people are so inhibited. everyone nearly fainted when book Elizabeth went on a post-rain walk and got her shoes muddy. someone leaves the house to talk to someone else at the gate, and Elizabeth snipes about how rude it is to have conversations outdoors in the wind. they are soooooooooo allergic to the elements. they want everything to happen in the most starched orderly parlour room-esque location imaginable. these fuckers are not going out IN THE RAIN, and they are not speaking to each other IN THE RAIN, and they are absolutely not rejecting marriage proposals. just put them in a boring room with floral upholstery. that’s their environment. it’s so dishonest to pretend that they’re having experiences outside.

I think part of the charm of this book is that nothing every happens and everyone is so bored and dreary, so by the time it gets to a passive aggressive conversation, it feels like you’re watching professional wrestling. two people being slightly more open than usual about their disdain is practically bloodsports.

I’m getting scared. there’s like 10 pages of the book left, and Elizabeth and Darcy still haven’t rawed

alright, now I’m ready to read the version where Mary Bennet is a lesbian, and is also Dr. Frankenstein

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@melindataub was nice enough to send me a copy, so thank you very much! really hoping that Elizabeth and Darcy raw in this one, but it’s okay if they don’t

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shopwitchvamp:

shopwitchvamp:

For those who need it 💼🐀✨

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I’ve been seeing a lot of “reblog bait” tags and people being like “i GOTTA reblog just in case”, and while I do get it ‘cause it’s a silly post made in that syle, I want to make it clear that as it says in the pic- you only have to gaze upon the rat to gain his power. Reblogs will never be required by job rat.

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self-loving-vampire:

anarchistmemecollective:

detectivehole:

detectivehole:

what’s that one thing where they asked how ripely from alien was so realistic and believable as a female character in scifi for once and they were like “well we just took the dude from the original script and made him a girl and changed nothing else. it works bc men and women are the same?” and people were like “woah no way” and then didn’t learn anything from that for 20 years

“how do you write such believable men as a woman?” “how do you write such believable women a man?” and the answer people who are good at it always give is “i just write people. were literally the exactly the same. do you think the opposite sex is some sorta totally different animal???” and people respond “woah that’s wild. yea i do. and im not gonna stop thinking that goodbye :)”

screenshot of two tumblr posts by @ssundiall “the more i try to explain gender to cis people the more i understand plato's allegory of a cave / plato: the shadows are like a surface level understanding and coming out of the cave and seeing the actual objects is what being a philosopher is like / me: this is stupid and pretentious / cis person: girl is when pink and flower and boy is when blue and guns / me: oh no theyre still in the cave”ALT
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wizardarchetypes:

wizardarchetypes:

thinking about the time also with some former roommates where one of them half jokingly was like “man i love monday because the kitchen is always spotless because Story cleans it on sunday” and i was like “what are you talking about” and they were like “you deep clean the kitchen every sunday?” and i was like “? no i don’t i have absolutely no idea what you mean.”

we went back and forth for 30 seconds and it got awkward really fast because it turns out all my other roommates thought i just had a compulsive need or some sort of desire to deep clean the kitchen every sunday and they just left me to it.

when in reality i was meal prepping for the entire week every sunday and when i finished i cleaned up after myself obviously—wiped the counters down, scraped gunk off the stove, scrubbed the sink, and swept the floor.

took me 10 minutes but always left it looking great.

then i didn’t use the kitchen the whole rest of the week because i’d just grab my prepped meals in the morning and go out for all-day fieldwork.

but apparently nobody else ever cleaned up after themselves at all when they cooked. like they’d just leave food on the stove and counters and drop shit on the floor etc. and not clean it up so they thought every monday morning the kitchen was “deep cleaned” simply bc there wasn’t old food on every surface.

i was like, “………..i’ve noticed the kitchen is always messy when i use it on sundays but i’ve always figured someone just used it and didn’t get around to cleaning it up yet and i didn’t mind because i’m always about to make a mess anyway…………y'all just use the kitchen like that all week?”

and one of the guys (very funny, i liked him) looked around and realized I was the only woman* (*closeted at the time) living there and he went “this is really bad, like, optics wise.”

“I love it when you deep clean”

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penny-anna:

penny-anna:

a significant problem with crafting is that once you make something you now have it forever. you can sidestep this by making gifts for people but well now they have the thing forever and there’s probably a limit to how many things they want. unless the thing you enjoy crafting is also a thing you want an infinite amount of there’s just no good solution here.

ppl keep reblogging this post to suggest crafts that a person might feasibly want an infinite amount of (eg baked goods, socks, soap) and i’m like ok but you are failing to grasp the fundamental issue which is that sometimes the thing you want to make an infinite amount of and the thing you want to OWN an infinite amount of simply do not line up!!

sometimes you see a project and ur like oooh that would be so fun and then you’re like wait but then i’ll have the end product in my life forever and it’s like ah. hmmmm.