i… fucking… love…. wamen
oh wait this was about girls, huh?
oh my god they did it!
This is probably the most impressive and beautiful thing I’ve seen in years.
This is amazing. As much as i joke about wanting new legs, I hope this gives amputees much wanted freedom.
#god this #can you imagine catherine tate #just showing up in a fucking nebula #doctor’s all like DONNA SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN! #HOW’S IT GOING #same old same old seeing the wonders of the universe through involuntary and unpredictable time-space travel #you? #oh you know seeing the wonders of the universe through voluntary but still unpredictable time-space travel #new companion’s like *what are you* #Donna: I’m a temp
Honestly I really wish instead of losing all her memories post season 4 Donna had been like temporarily displaced or some other handwavey scifi bullshit so that she could’ve been a River Song or Master type character where she just shows up sometimes and The Doctor is like DONNA MY BEST FRIEND DONNA and their current companion(s) is like “Whomst??? The fuck????” while Donna is just like “ey oh what’s POPPIN”
Virgil: Depression is a scam.
Virgil: It was invented by Wallmart to sell more rotisserie chicken.
Logan: … what?
#hc of the other sides just saying stupid shit to fuck with logan#or so he’ll argue with them and get distracted from what was happening before
@sign-from-god-complex You can’t just leave this in the tags. Especially not where I’ll see them. Now all I can think about is
A bored Roman running into Logan’s room at breakneck speed, like it’s the most important thing in the world, drawing the nerd’s attention quicker than a rocket before he blurts out, “Fireflies are just finally pieces of shooting stars come to burn the human race” before dashing out again.
Logan sits at his desk for another minute in a mix of shock and confusion before he chases after him with a, “WHAT”
Patton noticing Logan’s been working too many hours, rubbing at his eyes more and sipping more coffee than usual, so he slips into his room and, when just getting Logan to stop working fails, says, “But if you work on it too much longer, it might all disappear!”
Logan: “…excuse me?”
Patton: “It’s like how a watched pot never boils, well, work looked at too long will eventually just disappear. Poof! And all your effort will be gone.”
Logan spends the next ten minutes explaining why that makes absolutely no sense, which is enough time for Patton to sneakily hide his work, so that when he’s done he both a) Has to reevaluate his whole life and b) actually goes to bed, with the help of Patton saying he’s pretty sure the work will come back if he gets some rest (it does, but turns out a secondary condition of the whole thing involves Logan coming down for breakfast as well).
Virgil (accidentally) said something in anxiety, and Logan’s trying to figure out the likelihood of it (and getting a little panicky himself when the numbers start agreeing with Virgil), so Deceit walks off to him and just says, “This sentence is a lie.”
It’s one of the oldest paradoxes in the book, but it still catches Logan’s attention, him putting the numbers down to frown and start to repeat the sentence to himself as he tried to figure out whether it was a lie or not.
Eventually he reaches a Logan.exe has stopped functioning phase, face frozen as he stared at the ground in confusion. Deceit knows Thomas’s brain (Logan) will simply reject the idea in a moment, and then he’ll be fine.
But it does give him enough time to remove all those pesky numbers and replace them with a slip of paper just saying, “don’t worry so much” (it’s not normally his motto, but he thinks it fits here).
Logan knows they do this, he’s not a fool, but as the brain (and singular brain cell, sometimes on loan to Deceit) he always has to correct them. Besides, he doesn’t exactly mind their especially when they come with good intents.
But then there comes a week where it seems to be all they’re doing. Distracting him at every corner, effectively trapping him in his room at all times. And when he goes get out, to go to the kitchen, there’s always someone chilling nearby, ready to distract if he tries to go any further. He hasn’t seen the living room/Commons in a week.
He gives up trying, choosing to just stay in his room like they want him too, unsure when they had all decided so adamantly against his presence before deciding he didn’t actually care (yep. he didn’t care. not at all. no feelings, no cares, right? right.)
Virgil comes into his room after a full nine days of this mess, and Logan cuts him off before he can say anything, telling Virgil he doesn’t have to produce some sort of pointlessly wrong sentence, he’s staying in his room, see? Now can he be left alone like they apparently all want him to be, please and thank you.
Virgil frowns, biting on his thumb and mumbling something about how he ‘knew this would happen,’ before telling Logan he actually has something to show him. Logan’s not sure what it could possibly be (a banner telling him how much they don’t want to see him? maybe a powerpoint presentation on the matter. he’d believe it) but he still follows- the quicker this is over, the better, yeah?
Virgil leads him to a darkened living room, which lightens up a minute later with screams of ‘surprise!’ and balloons magically falling from the ceiling, one of which bopped Logan’s head. There is a banner, hanging down the center of the room, reading, “Happy un-birthday!!”
Logan’s shock is met with explanations- Patton saying he had been working so hard, and they wanted to thank him but not having a good excuse for it, Roman providing the excuse, Deceit coming up with the idea to distract him while they prepped, which Virgil reconfirmed he knew would lead to a miscommunication but now that he sees they do not, in fact, hate him, is he maybe okay and would like some cake…?
Turns out, Logan would love some cake
hey, Lia, you are an absolute fucking blessing
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Ppl that aren’t transmasculine can reblog if they want but don’t start anything. Transmeds, this isn’t an invitation to argue so you don’t start anything either.
And another thing. As much as I detest transmed ideology I think there’s a reason that so many transmeds, especially young ones, are trans men.
These young men grew up with the trauma of being shoved into the wrong gender role and when they got out of it they discovered that the world didn’t want to take them seriously. So they started trying out a transgender version of toxic masculinity, hoping that if they degraded their fellow trans people for not conforming that maybe they would finally be seen as men.
And the awful part? Sometimes it actually works. The only time I’ve personally seen trans men described as a man invading woman’s spaces or treated with the same contempt that cis men are is when he’s a transmed. Not that any trans man should be shoving his way into women’s spaces or doing things that warrant anger. But my point still stands.
Y’all only see trans men as men when they get hard and angry. When they embrace a version of toxic masculinity and become a nuisance. And when you assume transmasc ppl are all soft bois that hurts those of us who aren’t. And when you infantalize trans soft bois it hurts the trans ppl who want to be one.
It is so, so exhausting to constantly have to keep screaming about how you exist only for someone to pat you on the head and say you’re valid sweetie. And it’s in moments like these I realize why some trans men become bullies to other trans people. It’s that gosh darn toxic masculinity that becomes a kind of shield against the onslaught of infantilization. It’s comforting. It makes you seem like a real man. And it comes at the cost of other trans people.
Maybe I shouldn’t sound so mad about it but I’m caught up in a fit of passion, okay?
I’m so sick of transmasc people being invisible outside of our own spaces and then when we bring it up inevitably someone will bring up their own struggle and… okay? That doesn’t erase how invisible I feel. It doesn’t erase how people treat me like a silly little lady going through a silly little phase. You know how I know most people see us as women? Because they have this tone like they want to pat us on the head and tell us to go play with our little chest binders. I’m sick of it. I’m so mad. The way people treat trans men and transmasc enbies is so patronizing I’m gonna scream. Whenever I get upset about someone misgendering me I get talked to like the person is trying to calm down a mad ten year old even when I’m calm. I’m sick of it. I’m ready to explode.
am I relatable to the kids™ yet?
Qu*er is a slur not an identity
How did I know someone would say that.
Anyways, strangely enough I am still queer? Weird how that works isn’t it?
Very neat, very cool, still not an identity
Then how am I identifying as it?
we don’t exist according to tumblr user earth-lygirl. Us queer identifying people are but a figment of imagination
hey since we don’t exist, does that mean we’re legally exempt from taxes? bc if so uhhh be queer do crime
man. what is it with the intrinsic gay urge to boogie. i literally cannot stand still. at any given moment i am gettin down just a little bit. grocery store line? im dancin. waiting for my water to boil? you betcha. why don’t we just let Go
Aggressive generosity to combat boomer selfishness is so punk
Had a baby boomer in front of me at the Dairy Queen. She INSISTED she was a Blizzard EXPERT and there was simply NOT ENOUGH chocolate pieces in her blizzard and she wanted to complain to “whoever is in charge”. She’s going on and on with this teenager. The teenager is calmly explaining they make them all the same etc etc procedure etc etc. But this woman is now yelling at the teen.
So I walk past the woman and put money in teen’s tip jar. Haven’t even gotten ice cream yet.
Woman looks at me. Turns back and yells some more with the teen. I put more money in the tip jar.
The teen smiles at me. The woman can’t think of what to say to me and stops yelling, because I’m looking at her dead in the eye like “atm is over there, I can go all night. The more you yell at her, the more money she makes.”
me, walking into a store: are you guys busy? i can come back later. please don’t push yourselves on my account. things happen
cashier: I’m sorry it’s going to be a 5 minute wait for your food
old people: let me speak to your manager. This never would have happened in my day. And yet you all want the minimum wage raised. I’m going to kill you.
cashier: I’m sorry it’s going to be a 5 minute wait for your food
millennials: okay, my apologies. I apologize for the inconvenience. I’m sorry I’m here.
Original Scooby-Doo is hilarious
Oh look it’s God
He made it with his thought and 0.000001% power
I remember this episode and it’s worth pointing out that all of the villian-in-rubber-mask’s hijinks were explained…. BUT THIS WASN’T.
you don’t get to choose your theme song, your theme song is assigned to you by a cruel uncaring fate
New ask game. What’s my theme song?
(Listen I just really like ask games)
Cmon, I wanna know what my theme song is!!
I can just see Jake giving Holt a “gag” card with a popup heart for father’s day… Holt doesn’t appear to change expression except for the slightest smile but it cuts to him showing the card to Kevin over dinner and he says, “You should have seen me, Kevin. I was a blubbering mess over a simple card, it was quite unbecoming of me. I intend to put it up on the mantel.”
Unpopular opinion: Being intelligent isn’t an excuse for being unkind.
Pretentious asshole is OUT! Pretentious Sweetheart is IN! Wearing dapper clothes and holding the door open for others makes you feel COOL AS H*CK! Glance up from your hefty books to give a stranger a smile!! Quote literature to inspire others! Be presumptuous in the way that you presume that everyone needs their day to be a little brighter!!!
ouch oof my bones
you still have those?
it’s 2018. Cringe Culture is dead. I’m allowed to have bones again.
it’s 2019 and Cringe Culture is still dead. I have even more bones than before.
o chem is problematic bc, when doing example problems on bond dissociation energy, my 58 year old prof erroneously assumed that the 150+ students in the lecture would find it unremarkable if he wrote “BDE: 69″ on the presentation board
oh my fUCKING GOD
- ant-man: he can be ANY SIZE not just ant-sized
- cyclops: this fucker has TWO eyes not just one
- winter soldier: he is there all year round
- wolverine: doesn’t wear a wolverine fursuit. you’d think he was a furry but no he isn’t
- Iron Man: suit made out of a gold-titanium alloy
- Spider Man: only four limbs, doesn’t shoot web out his butt
- mr. fantastic: he is awful
- Black Widow: also only four limbs, also doesn’t shoot web out her butt, white
- The Incredible Hulk: has 7 Ph.Ds when not angry and therefore is in fact actually quite credible
“actually quite credible“
ACTUALLY QUITE CREDIBLE
every shonen character: i’m 11 and i dont care if i die
I mean have you ever met an 11 year old
11 year olds have the self preservation of someone who has met god and wasn’t impressed
That is literally the story of Fullmetal Alchemist.