S.S. Big Fuckin Mess

This is such a homophonic tweet

???? How?????? Is this a joke reblog????

I like paintings of the sphinx where she's about the size of a labrador. Not even lion sized. Men are just terrified of women's power (riddles) they have to make her small 🙄🙄🙄

BAP HIM STRAIGHT TO HELL QUEEN

💫💖 super graphic ultra modern girl 💖💫

“there she was — it was her, the girl in her dream.”

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Wake: me!

Photo: @wyyrdplayy w/ fog machine assist by @cassylvan

@minniestronni ty so much!! I made the baby tube myself, progress pics & some explanation under the cut!

Something so comforting about older people telling me I’m still so young bc sometimes I go into crisis mode extreme thinking about how I’m 26 and behind in life

rogue one was EASILY the best new generation star wars film no contest

this movie had everything: a complicated and original female lead, diego luna, darth vader’s fuck volcano, whatever those two guys had going on, a realistic depiction of the horrors of war and the difficult choices made, dilf mads mikkelsen, a well done story with character arcs that are tragic yet feel complete, and thatttttt final vader scene

cooing & stroking the neighbourhood cats but shaking my head the entire time so everyone knows i don’t ideologically agree with outdoor cats

one of my favorite things about using inaturalist is how it’s gotten me familiar with even the common, less “impressive” species. especially since spring is rolling around and I’m spending more time outside.

Like, before where I’d just say, “oh look, a butterfly!” now I can say “oh look, a mourning cloak!”

Instead of “a squirrel” it’s “a fox squirrel.” Instead of “a snail” it’s a “garden snail.” Instead of “a rabbit” it’s “a desert cottontail.” Instead of “a ladybug” it’s “an asian lady beetle, which is invasive.” Instead of “a lizard” it’s “a bluebelly, but they’re really called western fence lizards.”

It’s harder to take the little guys for granted when you know their names, y’know?

From Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg

[ begin ID: About ten years ago I decided I had to learn the names of plants and flowers in my environment. I bought a book on them and walked down the tree-lined streets of Boulder, examining leaf, bark, and seed, trying to match them up with their descriptions and names in the book. Maple, elm, oak, locust. I usually tried to cheat by asking people working in their yards the names of the flowers and trees growing there. I was amazed how few people had any idea of the names of the live beings inhabiting their little plot of land.

When we know the name of something, it brings us closer to the ground. It takes the blur out of our mind; it connects us to the earth. If I walk down the street and see "dogwood," "forsythia," I feel more friendly toward the environment. I am noticing what is around me and can name it. It makes me more awake.

If you read the poems of Williams Carlos Williams, you will see how specific he is about plants, trees, flowers chicory, daisy, locust, poplar, quince, primrose, black-eyed Susan, lilacs each has its own integrity. Williams says, "Write what's in front of your nose."

(...)

Learn the names of everything: birds, cheese, tractors, cars, buildings. A writer is all at once everything—an architect, French cook, farmer and at the same time, a writer is none of these things. /end ID]

I love how Tamsyn Muir was like, in this world everybody’s totally cool about gender and sexuality, but there’s a new invented binary that’s culturally and religiously defining and dictates who people are allowed to love and/or fuck and the roles they play in society.

They’ve written volumes and volumes of religious texts about how to conform to these sacred binary roles and filthy porn about people fulfilling or breaking the stereotypes of these roles. The role a person fulfills is determined before they’re born and dictates every aspect of their life. Once in a while someone who’s supposed to be on one side of the socioreligious binary is born more suited to the other side and has to hide it all their life (Coronabeth). Sometimes people fall in love in a way the socioreligious binary declares blasphemous and they decide to love each other openly anyway, and it shocks and scandalizes people no matter how wholesome and lovely and mundane their relationship is (Abigail and Magnus).

And these sacred binary roles are not equal, oh no, as much as the religious doctrine crows the importance of both roles, one is supposed to sacrifice endlessly and unquestioningly for the other, body, mind, and soul. And these binary roles have existed for ten thousand years and were created by God and underlie the whole structure of the universe! But here’s the secret: there was a time before this sacred binary existed, and God is just Some Guy who made this shit up.

Imagine you’re some little evil woman sitting in Hades’ throne room when Orpheus walks in to make a deal to get Eurydice back, and Hades is like “yeah ok, just don’t look back otherwise she has to stay here” then walks out of the room. Almost immediately after hearing the conditions, Orpheus breaks his own neck so that it is physically impossible for him to turn it, and then demands that you gouge out his eyes for good measure. Eurydice then gets really upset because she’s convinced this is a sign that Orpheus hates her and never wants to see her again, and Orpheus is completely convinced that this was a normal and logical thing to do.

You are literally the only person in the universe who recognizes this as an act of love. They both then insult you to your face for thinking this is anything other than very normal (Orpheus), or petty hatred (Eurydice).

You are Ianthe Tridentarius.

actors love to make their characters subtextually gay not just because they’re a little gay themselves though that often is the case but rather because having a secret is like energy drink to acting, and being gay is the easiest most obvious secret. whenever you’re unsure of your character’s motivations consider: maybe they are gay? see where that takes you. should be pretty far

griddleharlectostasia brainrot hours

step 1: build a bridge

Source: Dixie's Cowboy Ranch

The parallels when gideon realizes she has to die in Gideon the Ninth, and when Harrow realizes she has to live in Harrow the Ninth