NEW BLOG

I love this stupid blog and I’m really sad that, because it’s technically a side blog, tumblr won’t let me interact with other blogs properly and stuff so I’ve made a new one where I’ll carry on just as I was so go follow @erikamann​ please.

I’m really sad to be leaving this blog and it’s lovely hyphen behind and I desperately hope you guys will bare with me and stuff and go follow this new blog and the like.

Thanks folks :)

NEW BLOG

I love this stupid blog and I’m really sad that, because it’s technically a side blog, tumblr won’t let me interact with other blogs properly and stuff so I’ve made a new one where I’ll carry on just as I was so go follow @erikamann​ please.

I’m really sad to be leaving this blog and it’s lovely hyphen behind and I desperately hope you guys will bare with me and stuff and go follow this new blog and the like.

Thanks folks :)

NEW BLOG

I love this stupid blog and I’m really sad that, because it’s technically a side blog, tumblr won’t let me interact with other blogs properly and stuff so I’ve made a new one where I’ll carry on just as I was so go follow @erikamann​ please.

I’m really sad to be leaving this blog and it’s lovely hyphen behind and I desperately hope you guys will bare with me and stuff and go follow this new blog and the like.

Thanks folks :)

NEW BLOG

I love this stupid blog and I’m really sad that, because it’s technically a side blog, tumblr won’t let me interact with other blogs properly and stuff so I’ve made a new one where I’ll carry on just as I was so go follow @erikamann​ please.

I’m really sad to be leaving this blog and it’s lovely hyphen behind and I desperately hope you guys will bare with me and stuff and go follow this new blog and the like.

Thanks folks :)

NEW BLOG

I love this stupid blog and I’m really sad that, because it’s technically a side blog, tumblr won’t let me interact with other blogs properly and stuff so I’ve made a new one where I’ll carry on just as I was so go follow @erikamann​ please.

I’m really sad to be leaving this blog and it’s lovely hyphen behind and I desperately hope you guys will bare with me and stuff and go follow this new blog and the like.

Thanks folks :)

Trying to get your non neurodivergent friend to see the joys of stimming

character aesthetic // james t. kirk from star trek

These kinds of responses are my FAVORITE. Some examples to answers to this question I have heard:

1.

“Okay, and who’s the president?”

“Obama, no wait, shit *vehemently* fuck, I hate him… what’s his name…”

“It’s okay, you know who he is.”

2.

“Who’s the president?”

“*drunkenly angry and confused* ..uhhhhhhh…Orange… damn it what’s the fuck’s name….

“Yup, good enough.”

3.

“And who’s the president,”

“Not fuckin’ Obama!”

“I feel ya.”

4.

“Who’s the president- wait, nevermind you’re from Korea you said, right? So who’s-“

“Everybody knows that Trump-bitch.”

“Oh, well, alright then.”

5. (My personal favorite)

“Who’s the president?”

“Ew.”

“Good enough.”

My roommate is a neurologist and has to do this check all the time. Her all-time favorite so far has been “ay dios mio” during which the woman was vigorously crossing herself.

the moral of hamlet is don’t ever try to go home and resolve conflicts with yr family just stay at college and do gay shit w ur friends

As an English teacher I am qualified to tell you this analysis is insightful and may be supported fully with textual evidence.

real lgbt solidarity

my brother got detention last week because his school sent out a faculty and student wide email saying that they’re bringing cookies back into the cafeteria and instead of just sending an email to his friends he accidentally replied to the original email and sent the entire school this gif

You’re not a REAL Gatsby fan unless you’ve read the book. Unless you’ve read every Fitzgerald book. Unless you’ve read their early drafts, mailed to you by Fitzgerald himself. Unless you first read Gatsby when Scott handed it to you in a Parisian bar in 1925, apologising for the cover when he saw you disapproved. Unless you embarked on an intense friendship with him that culminated in rumours that you two were having a clandestine homosexual affair. Unless you once took him to the Louvre so you could prove to him that his penis wasn’t any smaller than those on the statues there. Unless Scott turned up, drunk and uninvited, at your house so many times that you had to move more than once. Unless you continued to exchange increasingly infrequent and terse letters with him for the rest of his life, then missed his funeral because you were in Cuba. Unless you called his literary talent “as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings” and won a Nobel prize and wrote For Whom The Bell Tolls. That’s right, you poser, if you’re not Ernest Hemingway you can fuck straight off right now. We’re on to you.

a tiny fanfic: one day Odo said “gender is ridiculous. why do you solids have so many”

“gender is a social construct” explained Kira, her mind half on the conversation and half on her rebel friends who she still wondered if she was betraying by working for the government. “they can be an important part of an individual’s identity and also a tool used to oppress people”

“i’ve been like twenty genders” said Jadzia Dax as she rolled by on a skateboard. then she did a cool flip and started grinding around the railing of the promenade. “Ben calling me Old Man is actually an inside joke, the result of a hilarious mixup when the translator decided Curzon was probably a dude. Trill don’t have dudes. Trill don’t have ladies. Dudes and ladies are human concepts.”

“most of our pronouns come out of the universal translator as the closest equivalent in the cultural context of the person hearing or reading it,” Worf explained, watching Jadzia and secretly thinking the skateboard thing looked really fun. “there are almost as many genders and pronouns in the universe as there are stars.”

“can i still call Garak my gay lizard boyfriend” asked Julian, who just wanted to be a part of things.

“of course, my dear doctor,” said Garak, who had been hiding under an unoccupied table at the replimat, pretending he didn’t know that the others were only pretending they didn’t see him.

“we are at war” Benjamin Sisko reminded everybody. “or we will be soon, i don’t know, Jadzia’s still here and the prophets said something about… Nevermind. Odo, you can’t decide other people’s genders are ridiculous.”

“i just don’t want one” said Odo, who was very surprised by this point because conversations that started with the words the solids didn’t tend to actually get reactions out of people anymore.

Benjamin sighed. “you don’t have to have one. no one has to have one. everyone can have one, or more than one, or none. please go do your job”

“ok”

“doctor please get out from under that table where definitely no one else is hiding”

“ok”

Maurice (1987, dir. James Ivory)