ye olde text post meme + Lucifer Morningstar
hahaha these are awesome
This kills me for so many reasons.
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Oh shit
Oh wow, that’s a powerful gifset right there…
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Bears Doing Human Things [via] Previously: Before and After Pictures of Animals Growing Up
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In case you are a fan of same sex unions, weddings in general, or are just really itching to know what I look like (or my wife, as I haven’t posted a picture of her yet [she’s the adorable one in the suspenders]) here’s the promised wedding picture spam.
Best day of my life.
Okay, but see here’s the thing. I want all of you to understand this thing:
I posted these wedding photos because this was the most amazing day of my life. I’ve been married for about two months, and goddammit, it has been just the best, you know? Like, this woman, in these photographs? She’s incredible. She’s unreal. She’s kind and she’s thoughtful and she’s everything I never thought I deserved. She’s the woman who I get to spend the rest of my ridiculously lucky life with.
It’s so simple to me, to us.
But it’s so complicated to so much of the world. She and I can’t walk into the grocery store holding hands. I get tight-lipped when someone compliments my ring at work because I can’t determine if they are going to be “cool” with it or not. If they’ll report me for being “inappropriate” in our online survey. Again. My wife was fired from a job as a driver for a children’s occupational therapist because her boss saw us kiss at the mall— because she couldn’t have “that kind of person” around children. I walked myself down the aisle at my wedding because a church told my parents that it wasn’t possible for them to attend my wedding.
And we’ve had it so easy! Our lives have been blissfully carefree compared to so many. We have the most amazing friends and family and life is pretty fucking sweet.
But here’s the thing I wanted to tell you. This post I made, to try to just share my little square of happiness with my little square of the internet, has literally tens of thousands of notes. Tens of thousands. I’ve gained hundreds of followers and my inbox runneth over. And not a single message I’ve received, not a single reblog that I have been able to find, has had anything to say but amazing, beautiful, kind words of congratulations. No bullying. No trolling. No inappropriate offers or lewd remarks. Out of tens of thousands.
That’s not something I’m used to. It’s not something anyone in the LGBTQ community is used to.
Do you even get how amazing you are? You, the denizens of Tumblr. Do you understand that? I am so exceedingly proud of you, you wacky kids. You are all such incredible people, with such kind and open hearts, and I wish I could hug each and every one of your necks.
So if you are having any sort of rough day, please know that there is this tiny lesbian couple in northeast America who likes you just a whole lot, okay? You’ve overwhelmed us.
Thank you. We love you.
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This is an opossum that managed to accidentally get itself stuck in our recycling bin and was unable to climb back out. We found him in the morning and gave him a piece of raw chicken before taking him to one of our state roads and releasing him into the woods. The last two pictures are blurry because they were taking from a distance as he went on his way.
mssl-tts
My bb ♡
This is the cutest damn horror show geek ass animal in the world
Opossums are awesome.
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I WAS SO HOPING THAT WAS THE REACTION GIF AND IT WAS, PERFECT
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In my head, this all transpires to a soundtrack of Yakety Sax.
I'm not sure where they found this footage of me at work on Monday.
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Photographer Gillian Laub's portraits of punk rocker Laura Jane Grace, her wife Heather, and their daughter Evelyn.
this family makes me wanna get married & have kids omg THE CUTENESS.
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Y E S
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i think its kinda really cute they dress alike
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So, yeah. I know you’re tired of hearing about rape culture. But I’m tired of my friends getting raped.
I know you’re tired of hearing about abortion. I am too. So stop trying to tell me what to do with my uterus, and I promise you won’t hear another word from me about it.
I know men and women are different from each other. I’m just tired of that fact being used to excuse the inexcusable.
I know you’re tired of hearing about income inequality. But fuck you, pay us.
This is how it works. We get mad, we fight, we get tired, we get mad, we start again. Rinse, repeat. Feminism isn’t without its flaws, and it doesn’t seem able to speak with one voice or crystallize answers on the darker, stickier aspects of human nature and sexuality. But if I may get Rumsfeldian for a minute, this is the army we have. The fight comes to us whether we seek it or not, whether we want it or not, and whether we are ready or not.
I know you’re tired of hearing about racism. I’m tired of children of color getting murdered by white people and cops.
I know you’re tired of hearing the word “cis”. I’m tired of trans people getting erased, dehumanized, and murdered.
In the words of Catherynne M. Valente, I’ll stop telling this story when it stops happening to me.
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I know you're tired of hearing about gay marriage, but I am tired of gay teens being bullied and abused to the point that suicide is the only viable option they feel that they have.
I know you're tired of hearing about healthcare reform, but I am tired of hearing about the elderly and disabled who have to choose between treatment and food.
When do people who aren't rich, male WASPs start to count? When we stand up and realize that we aren't actually the minority. They are.
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1. There will be some days when you close your eyes while crossing the street, maybe because you want to see what fate has in store for you, or maybe because your depression is running rampant again and you don’t know how to calm her. It’s okay. I will still love you.
2. There will be a year, or a series of years when your birthday doesn’t feel special. Celebrate anyway. Because people spent time baking you a cake and buying you cards and even if they’re your family and they’re obligated to, they still love you. Cherish that love. Revel in it. It is the best gift you will ever receive.
3. You will learn that the saddest word in the English language is stay. Whether it’s your mother’s voice whispering it before you leave for college, or your ex-lover’s desperate screams as you walk out of the house, it will always be a hard word to hear. Sometimes you should listen to it, other times you shouldn’t. Trust yourself. Go with your gut.
4. Along with hearing the word stay, you will also hear the word why from every person who is remotely related to you. Why did you get that tattoo? Why did you try to kill yourself? Why aren’t you married yet? You don’t have to answer them. Be selfish. Keep somethings to yourself.
5. Some nights you won’t be able to sleep. You will lie awake at 2 am and contemplate existentialism and wonder if the French had a point. Get up. Get out of your bed. Do something. Because even if there is no God, what you do matters, who you are matters. You matter to me.
6. Some days you will want to run away and never return. So go. Drive to a small town in the Northwest, maybe Oregon, and settle down there for a while. Tell people your name is Elizabeth, because you loved Jane Austen as a child and because this a town full of strangers and who’s to know the difference? Don’t be selfish. Call your mother each night and remind her that you love her. Come back home when you find yourself seeing your sadness painted in the shadows, and when you feel more at home in the arms of a stranger than on your own.
7. There will be several nights when you lose yourself in the medicine cabinet, because liquor and morphine seem like a faster cure than time. It’s okay. I will still love you in the morning.
8. One day, in the midst of work, you will learn to forgive. It will start out with a simple reminder of the past, maybe a facebook notification from an old schoolmate or a wedding announcement from an ex-lover. In that moment you will learn that yearning for the past isn’t romantic, it’s stupid, and that if Gatsby had just let go of the green light he would’ve lived. So forgive your past, it didn’t know any better, and move on.
9. Leaving home will hurt, but soon you will learn that home isn’t a place but a feeling, and that there is a compass on your heart that points directly to that feeling. Follow that compass. Don’t get sidetracked by boys who don’t care or alcohol that doesn’t forgive. If you follow that compass, no matter how lost you get, you will always have a home.
10. The hardest lesson you will ever learn will be to love yourself. But you can do it. There will always be days when you hate yourself, days when you wish you had never been born. But darling you are beautiful, and if Shakespeare had met you you would’ve inspired his 18th sonnet, and if Monet had known you he would’ve given up painting water lilies and chosen to paint you instead. I know it’s hard to love yourself, but sometimes it’s okay to be a little selfish with your love.
11. When you begin to feel worthless, remember that the stars died for you. You are made of elements that are thousands of years old, elements that make up every atom of your being. When you want to cut your wrists, remember that the souls of stars live in your veins. Don’t kill them. Don’t be selfish.
12. Some days will be beautiful. Live for those days. Live for the days when the sun shines on your soul and the smile on your face isn’t forced. Live for the days when you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks because your scars are a part of your story and you don’t need someone else’s approval to wear them with pride.
Live for the life you always wanted but were too scared to pursue.
Live for you. Live for me. Live for every person who has ever loved you, for the people who have come before you so that you may be here today.
Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us.
Are you listening? Because this is your life, singing a siren song to capture your attention and steer away from the rocks, to guide you back home.
The Twelve-Step Program for Life, by M.K.
Listen. Breathe. Keep listening. Keep breathing.
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Sesame Street Les Misérables Parody. This is the best one yet.
ONE DAY S'MORE!
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child’s play: music for lonely roads, fair ladies, ugly witches, and rakes
Allison Gross (Child 35) / the Woodbine and Ivy Band / Lord Roslyn’s Daughter (Child 46) / Cara Luft / Lady Maisry (Child 65) / Derek and Dorothy Elliott / Lord Thomas and Fair Ellendor (Child 73) / Naomi Bedford / The Cruel Mother (Child 20) / Rayna Gellert / The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow (Child 214) / Ewan McColl / Riddles Wisely Expounded (Child 1) / Anais Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer / Long Lankin (Child 93) / Alasdair Robert / The False Knight on the Road (Child 2) / Fleet Foxes / Eppie Morrie (Child 223) / Andrew Calhoun / The Two Magicians (Child 44) / Martin Carthy / Willie’s Lady (Child 6) / Ray Fisher / Queen Jane (Child 52) / Tim Eriksen / Matty Groves (Child 81) / Fairport Convention / False Sir John (Child 4) / Annalivia / Usher’s Well (Child 79) / Silver Birch
Warning: These are English and Scottish ballads. Therefore, TW: murder, violence, rape (The Two Magicians, Eppie Morrie, Queen Jane), infanticide (The Cruel Mother), incest, and probably a few other things too.
This is AWESOME.
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How the fuck do you mispronounce Nick?
Yup. Both actually. Which is weird. I mean, I understand having trouble with the first part of my last name, but my first is easy, even if it is still a bit unusual for a lady, and the second part of my last name isn’t that uncommon.
My maiden name was always pronounced or spelled wrong, one or the other. I used to bet people they couldn’t pronounce it right on the first try. I’ve only ever had one person in all the time I’ve been actually betting people — about fifteen — get it right on the first go.
I actually used that as an illustrative thing when I was training tellers, to say, listen, just ask! People would rather you ask how to pronounce their name, nine times out of ten, than that you slaughter the pronunciation and/or do that ONE mispronunciation that’s like a freaking needle right in the ear aieeeeee.
"Do you mind if I ask how to pronounce your name? My maiden name always got butchered, and it bothered me so much, so I’d rather ask than get yours wrong."
People mispronounce my first and last name. My first name is pronounced just as it's spelled, Joyelle (Joy-L). My last name is Ramey (Ray-Me). What I don't get is that it's almost always pronounced: Joelle Ramsay. WTF?
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At last night’s concert at the Hollywood Bowl, Kristin Chenoweth chose a random audience member to join her on stage for a performance of “For Good” from Wicked.
The audience member (also, a voice teacher) Sarah Horn, explains:
Toward the end of the second half of the performance, Kristin wanders on to the pasarel. She held a mic up to a lady in front of me and asked if she knew the song “For Good.” Nope. I took the chance, as I was directly behind Kristin, to stand up and wave and say, “I know the song!” This is not like me - to jump up and wave my arms like a crazy person and raise my voice at a celebrity. As soon as she turned to look at me, I say right back down… and calmly said, “Hiiiii.” …
After this, she moved down the line and asked a guy if he knew the song and bantered with him for a few seconds. Afterwards, she said something about going back to pick me because I was a girl. Then, she invited me up on stage. I sat there for a moment, stunned. Then the backup singer motioned for me to get up. I shot up out of my chair as my heart leaped up past my throat and started beating in my ears. I don’t really remember what happened between the box and when I first set foot onstage except that there was now a microphone in my hand.
Kristin had no idea what was to come. And that’s pretty much where the video picks up.
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Damn girl. <3 <3 <3
Wow I just spent like ten minutes flat out bawling. Joy. That woman seriously lived one of my dreams!
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That is such a sweet picture.