Star Wars (1977), dir. Kenny Ortega

Amandla Stenberg at the Met Gala shot for Tumblr

source: @katiethompson

girls don’t like boys girls like fictional lesbians that don’t die for shock value

iiiiin west philadelphia, born and raised, on the playgroud is where i spent most of my days. longing for angelica, missing my wife. that’s when miss mariah reynolds walked into my life.

#let finn be a force sensitive woodland prince tbh

there’s not enough finn content out there so here ya go!!! honestly i won’t stop drawing him until everyone loves this wonderful brave boy with all their hearts ok

no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice

Willy Wonka sent out his chocolate bars worldwide, and 5 white kids (4 with first-world problems) still won.

To be fair, his goal was apparently to send a stern warning about the evils of entitlement by murdering them in ironic ways.

Also, the rich, spoiled, first world white kids aren’t presented in the story as having gotten the tickets by chance, the story is very clear that they and their families used their privilege and power to game the system - taking what was initially presented as a random selection and cheating by leveraging their disproportionate resources - wasting mountains of chocolate in pursuit of gold…

Willy Wonka and the Discourse Factoty

29 Celestial Accessories You’ll Be Over The Moon For

Dope dope dooope

Folks who didn’t have tumblr before 2010-2011ish didn’t have to deal with all those fucking gifs of that guy who worked as Peter Pan at Disneyland and subsequently hear about the drama that ensued when Tumblr Kids kept fuckig stalking him at work

“broadway is the classiest fandom” have u taken even the quickest glance at the hamilfans???

we prefer “familton.”

no one cares

I really hope the silver/gray hair trend is making sweet old ladies feel better about their gray hair. I really really do.

just so you all know – i’m a hairstylist and i can tell you for certain that it is. :)

whenever a senior woman with gray/silver/white hair sits in my chair i always tell her it’s lovely (which it is!) and i’ve had numerous conversations with elderly women about how their hair color is “popular with the young folks these days!”

one woman with white hair said to me before that she’s been getting a lot more compliments about her hair from people my age (i’m in my twenties) and that it’s made her feel so good about “the hair that god gave her”. a few other older women have joked that the kids these days only wish they could have colored hair “as beautiful as [their] natural hair!”

a lot of women with white/silver/grey hair are very self-conscious about it and so many of them have told me honestly that this trend has made them feel so much more proud of their hair.

The Loneliness of Asexuality

I’m on the Ace spectrum. For sure. I don’t think I can classify myself as 100% asexual, because that would feel like shutting the door on something that I might potentially feel in the future, and nobody can predict the future. So for the moment, I call myself demisexual, because I feel like it leaves that door open.

Anyway, it is only in the past 12 months that I have come to this realisation. Before, I was just sure there was something wrong with me. It was nice to discover that maybe there isn’t. But that’s not what I want to talk about.

I’ve noticed a lot of stigma against people on the ace spectrum. Some say they don’t belong in the queer community. Others diminish their feelings or experiences. It’s quite heartbreaking to see. But I just want to say the main problem I have with my sexuality that I really, really hate. The loneliness.

Since I finished school, all of the people who I called my close fiends inevitably found partners. This is great and I’m happy for them. I’m alone. I have friends, yes, but there is something hugely different between being somebody’s friend, and being the most important person in somebody’s life. I don’t think I’ll ever get that, but I see it in other’s around me - I’m like an outsider drinking in the happiness that they get through another, and it’s just intangible.

I struggle to build a social life around me to help fill that gap with friends, because all of my coworkers have partners and/or children, so the crap evening teaching hours and summer supervision gets lumped on my workload, because it doesn’t impact anyone else. These hours of teaching have to go to somebody, and they might as well get given to the person with no other obligations. So I work late and mark late and don’t have a summer and then come home to a lonely house, purely because it’s a lonely house.

I don’t feel like I can be myself at work or with friends, because at some point, a conversation will get sexualised and I genuinely do not understand nor can empathise or offer my opinion because it is alien. So I get lonely in a group, lonely surrounded by others, lonely when I get home. It’s a very isolating existence.

Even if you research sexual orientation, most journal articles state “very little research has been conducted on asexuality” or “information on asexuality is lacking”. This is despite the fact that around 1% of the population report being on the asexual spectrum - that’s around 647160 people in the UK alone. 

Add that onto reading stuff about not belonging to the one community who I feel more a part of than any other, and I think you might understand why ace people may get quite defensive. It’s why I’m saying this today, even though I’m generally a closed off person who doesn’t like sprouting her opinions. It’s why even though I identify as being on the ace spectrum, I hate this about me. It’s why I really with there *was* something wrong with me, so it could be changed.

So please, the next time you wish to comment on asexuality, please keep this in mind.

I just wanted to let you know you’re not alone in feeling this way. I know that feeling of wanting to be someone’s number one. You can have friends. Best friends, many friends. But you’ll never be their number one. Because their significant other is their number one. And you wonder…if anyone will ever consider you their number one if you can’t be their significant other in a significant way. It’s very lonely. And working the odd jobs, the odd shifts because you’re the only one without a partner or a child. The working the shifts isn’t the hard part because you really do have ‘no obligations’, it’s the fact that you DON’T have ‘obligations’ and you’re not sure you ever will.

Jesse Eisenberg, The Social Network DVD Commentary (via decibelles)