Don't feed the tribbles!

thebatglare:

"Girls who say they like superheroes are lying so boys will-"

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"Girls who wear superhero shirts are attention seeking they just want boys to like th-"

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"Girls only want to go to Comic Con so they can dress slutty so boys will-"

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"Girls who say they like anything are only trying to get boys to-"

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horrorfilledhate:

sirtroyofbaker:

balalaikaboss:

ejacutastic:

I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL

Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between. 
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHTWITH ITS EYE OF COAL SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL

THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY

holy shit im dying

horrorfilledhate:

sirtroyofbaker:

balalaikaboss:

ejacutastic:

I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL

Stop says the red light, go says the green

Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between. 

KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT
WITH ITS EYE OF COAL 
SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE 
AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL

THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY

holy shit im dying

October “Toby” Daye was in many ways my first “real” protagonist. She was complicated, she was sad, she was bruised and refusing to break, and she was not afraid to put her duty ahead of her desire to be liked. She bullied her way through the world she was created to inhabit, looking at every complication that stood in her way and saying “No, you move.” After a lifetime spent moving dolls through stories, it was like I finally had a real person to follow and document. I started writing her adventures, and sending them out to people I trusted to read and review. Midway through either the second or the third book—I don’t remember anymore—I got a note from one of my proofers saying “You can’t have Toby do this, she’s always been a little bitchy, but this makes her a total bitch. No one will like her if she does this.”

I panicked. I couldn’t write a series about an unlikeable character! I’d never get published, no one else would ever meet my imaginary friends, and everything I’d worked for my whole life would be over, all because Toby was unlikeable.

Then I took a deep breath, and wrote back to the proofer requesting that they do a find/replace on the .doc, and plug in the name “Harry Dresden” for every instance of “October Daye.” They did, and lo and behold, what had been “bitchy” and “inappropriate” was suddenly “bold” and “assertive.” A male character in the same situation, with the same background, taking the same actions, was completely in the right, justified, and draped with glory. He was a hero. Toby? Toby was an unlikeable bitch.

The proofer withdrew the compliant. I have never forgotten it.

spacepandabman:

chelonium:

man, fuck the dark knight rises.

i know it’s kind of weird that that’s what this photoset makes me think of, but bear with me.

because pacific rim’s defining philosophy was really, really positive, right? it was all about people coming together and helping each other and overcoming adversity—and it got criticized for that. there’s nothing dark or edgy about that message, and lately all movies seem to want to do is be dark and edgy.

so take the dark knight rises, all about moral ambiguity and tortured heroes and blah blah blah, where bruce wayne supposedly pulls a heroic sacrifice only to resurface in the end, alive and well and banging catwoman in florence.

man, that was real selfless of you, bruce. real inspiring.

i guess my point is that i’m sick of faux depth through contrived grittiness in a story that doesn’t even have the balls to commit to its ultimate sacrifice ploy. and it’s not just tdrk, much as i pick on it—it’s all those cynical white guy movies that throw angst and drama at the audience hoping some of it sticks, but still dance around any serious loss and never really go for it.

people died in pacific rim. that surprised me. i was expecting a fun, feel good movie, and it was—but major characters died. as they should have. an optimistic and hopeful movie recognized that sacrifice and death are part of this kind of thing. that’s more than a lot of franchises can say.

i dunno, i found it refreshing that death in pacrim wasn’t cheap or off limits or gratuitous. by the end, most of the pilots are gone. that made the rest of the film so much more heavy. it gave context to a movie about giant robots fighting monsters! it was fucking realistic!!

pacific rim may not be dark or edgy, but it’s still got more balls than half the franchises that are.

I gotta watch this again. 

tartarsaucegaryen:

Starting on Monday, thousands of university students in Hong Kong have been gathering at the Chinese University of Hong Kong and Tamar Park (outside the government offices) to protest the National People Congress (NPC) of China’s decision to restrict the right to vote for…

ormondhsacker:

randsexual:

scifigrl47:

gingerjuju:

I just don’t understand where this concept of ‘fake geek girls’ came from. Like, AT ALL.

Cus when I look for fandom related stuff like 90% of the fan art and the fanfiction and the meta, zines, comics, etc. Like 90% of…

What does the birthday think of the sexy corn costume

seananmcguire:

The Birthday does not answer Asks that are not requests for admission.  But I have some thoughts.

Look: I love sexy costumes.  If you want to be a sexy lamp, go with the Great Pumpkin and be fabulous in your fringe and your heels and your sexiness.

What I have an issue with is the way that “sexy” is more and more consistently the only option offered to women above the age of four.  Yes, four.  Four and under, you get the unisex costumes.  When I search “corn costume,” I find adorable toddlers dressed as ears of corn and big triangular candy corn, and it’s like something out of Gravity Falls.  So cute.

But then you hit five/six, and the gendered costumes become inescapable.  No more cute unisex for you: things are either cut too large to work on the average female body—the only non-sexy store-bought corn costume is for an adult male, and I know men who would be swimming in the thing—or they are sexy.  Sexy sexy sexy.  Why would you even be going out on Halloween, if you didn’t want to sexy?  SEXY IS THE NEW CREEPY.

The sexy costumes, the short skirts and the low bodices and the package pictures with pouty lips and thrusting hips and “this is the norm,” start at six years old.  Frequently, it’s just the adult costume sized down, maybe with some tights and a slightly higher neckline.  Maybe not.

Going to the Halloween store should not feel like a trip to the lingerie store.  Especially not when I’m going there with kids who want a costume that will stand up to collecting all the candy ever.

"Just make your own" isn’t really an option in a world where we don’t prioritize learning to sew.  Paying someone to make you one is equally not an option: if you’re at the Spirit Store, looking sadly at the sexy corn, you probably can’t afford a bespoke costume.

If “Sexy Corn” was part of a range that included “Corn—large,” “Corn—small,” “Sexy Corn—miniskirt version,” and “Sexy Corn—assless chaps version,” I would be fine with it.  As it exists, right now, it is representative of a larger issue with how Halloween has been sexualized, and how we start limiting the choices of our girls as early as FIVE FUCKING YEARS OLD.

The Great Pumpkin does not approve.  And neither do I.

taraatrandom:

pr1nceshawn:

Shocking Truths Behind What Cat Behaviors Really Mean…

All true.

picardspajamas:

AOS + Text posts because I’m avoiding homework