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Unironically Enthusiastic

Crushing Monotony and Paralyzing Terror
Larper, Nerdfighter, Sherlockian, fan of the Doctor Who fandom, New Whovian, Homestuck.
Reblogger of cute animals, feminist fury, fantasy art, and things I find funny/cute/interesting.
Panromantic, Demisexual, Demi-girl
Feminist Killjoy, Misandrist Harpy
Oct 20 '14

He’s beauty he’s grace he’s mr Lee Pace

(Source: thranduilings)

Oct 20 '14
"I’m gonna roll to slice the bread."
Oct 20 '14

intpmusings:

Sometimes I wonder whether I have any real intelligence or if I just have enough random bits of surface knowledge to bullshit my way through most things.

Oct 20 '14
hippoghouliage:

you spray dogs with water when they won’t listen, but will it work on an ally? the a is not for you. get off the couch, stop barking, go away. 

hippoghouliage:

you spray dogs with water when they won’t listen, but will it work on an ally? the a is not for you. get off the couch, stop barking, go away. 

Oct 20 '14

geekhyena:

pocketpadfoot:

bloodpactgirlscout:

last night it occurred to me that sirius black being colorblind would make a lot of sense

bc like

i dunno dogs and stuff

but imagine a red-green colorblind sirius

he loves gryffindor so much and hates slytherin SO MUCH 

but he CANT TELL THE COLORS APART

HE CHEERS FOR THE WRONG TEAM AT QUIDDITCH MATCHES probably.

"AW YEAH GRYFFINDOR SCORES!!!!"

"Padfoot, that’s your brother who scored."

"NOT FUCKING AGAIN"

HEADCANON ACCEPTED

Oct 20 '14

susiron:

The worst thing about Tumblr mobile though is you’ll open it up and see something really interesting at the top of your dash

then the app refreshes itself and it’s gone forever.

Oct 19 '14

marauders4evr:

Do you know what I’ve always wondered?

Whatever happened to this little guy?

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In the books, Harry kept the little dragon. But the only time it’s mentioned is the night after the first task:

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Read that! That’s adorable!

I always wondered what would happened to it after that. Imagine Harry having this cute little pet dragon that could fit in the palm of his hand and fly around, shooting little puffs of smoke at people.

Oct 19 '14
okcdouchebags:

xsugar-venom:

Well, you asked.

OH GOD

okcdouchebags:

xsugar-venom:

Well, you asked.

OH GOD

Oct 19 '14
stan-the-red-hood:

hedgyhedgehog:

jacquesattack:

You don’t fuck with the tray master

There’s something about the casual destructive power of immense, self-certain competence.

holy fucking shit that was perfect

stan-the-red-hood:

hedgyhedgehog:

jacquesattack:

You don’t fuck with the tray master

There’s something about the casual destructive power of immense, self-certain competence.

holy fucking shit that was perfect

Oct 19 '14
Oct 19 '14
babyblobs:

nyctaeus:

Ad Reinhardt, from ‘How to Look at Art, Arts & Architecture’ (1946)

:)

babyblobs:

nyctaeus:

Ad Reinhardt, from ‘How to Look at Art, Arts & Architecture’ (1946)

:)

Oct 19 '14
spoonie-living:

superheronamesforspoonies:

(On body modification and chronic illness)
When you’re sick, you don’t always get to make decisions about your own body. Because your body (or your illness) makes those decisions for you
Want to eat without getting nauseous? Too bad!

Want to be able to digest food properly, and have all your organs work the way they’re supposed to? Nope! Sucker.
Want to be able to think clearly, and not be in pain? Hahahahahaha No.
And then there’s the doctors. When you’re sick, you sort of wander around the doctor’s office in a haze, going wherever they tell you to go, because you’re too tired and confused to do much else. You sit in the lab chairs they tell you too, you offer your arm, and let some random person collapse your veins 5 times before they get a result.
And it’s freezing, and unfamiliar, and you really really, don’t want to be there, but you have to be if you want to get better. So you stay. It’s a strange sort of consensual non-consent.
And it’s a terrifying loss of control.
With body modifications, it’s exact opposite. It’s all about you, and exactly what you want to happen.
You can be picky. So picky. You could spend a year researching tattoo artists, until you find the exact right one. You can obsessively check sanitation credentials. You can find an environment that serves tea, and is warm, and has soothing sage green walls, where they tell you to breathe deeply and talk calmly to you before shoving needles through your ears.
There are options, and they are all yours.
So last week, after a year full of blood draws and IV’s in cold white rooms, I chose a piercer, did my research, and took control, in one small way, of what would happen to my body that day.


This person’s got the right of it. Don’t forget that taking control of your body in small ways like this is a way to practice self-care!

spoonie-living:

superheronamesforspoonies:

(On body modification and chronic illness)

When you’re sick, you don’t always get to make decisions about your own body. Because your body (or your illness) makes those decisions for you

Want to eat without getting nauseous? Too bad!

Want to be able to digest food properly, and have all your organs work the way they’re supposed to? Nope! Sucker.

Want to be able to think clearly, and not be in pain? Hahahahahaha No.

And then there’s the doctors. When you’re sick, you sort of wander around the doctor’s office in a haze, going wherever they tell you to go, because you’re too tired and confused to do much else. You sit in the lab chairs they tell you too, you offer your arm, and let some random person collapse your veins 5 times before they get a result.

And it’s freezing, and unfamiliar, and you really really, don’t want to be there, but you have to be if you want to get better. So you stay. It’s a strange sort of consensual non-consent.

And it’s a terrifying loss of control.

With body modifications, it’s exact opposite. It’s all about you, and exactly what you want to happen.

You can be picky. So picky. You could spend a year researching tattoo artists, until you find the exact right one. You can obsessively check sanitation credentials. You can find an environment that serves tea, and is warm, and has soothing sage green walls, where they tell you to breathe deeply and talk calmly to you before shoving needles through your ears.

There are options, and they are all yours.

So last week, after a year full of blood draws and IV’s in cold white rooms, I chose a piercer, did my research, and took control, in one small way, of what would happen to my body that day.

This person’s got the right of it. Don’t forget that taking control of your body in small ways like this is a way to practice self-care!

Oct 19 '14

mrchrismad:

beaumarbre:

random-homestuck-things:

bishounen-jake-english:

jackadiddlediddle:

bishounen-jake-english:

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW

THIS IS A TRUMPET

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THIS IS A TROMBONE

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THIS IS A TUBA

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AND THIS IS A FRENCH HORN

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THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

You mean trumpet

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Slidey Trumpet

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Big ass trumpet

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Drunk Trumpet

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I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU

My sides

AT LEAST YOUR INSTRUMENTS LOOK DIFFERENT 

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those are some fancy guitars

(Source: spoopy-dawson)

Oct 19 '14

andthebluestblue:

stop saying “his or her”

use their

piss off prescriptivists
acknowledge nonbinary identities
make your sentences less clunky
advocate for common usage which is what leads to grammatical acceptance 

Oct 19 '14

cthulhupeelz:

starkinglyhandsome:

dollygale:

captain-raptor:

best thing i learned working with and learning about kids: when they do shit like this, especially to something they themselves use and enjoy, leave it there for as long as possible. let them return to the fun thing over and over again so that it sinks in that the thing they did was wrong, they ruined something, and now they can’t have fun because of it and they should never do it again. it teaches them consequence of action and cautiousness.

i did this with a 3-year-old kid i babysat who filled his playstation with peanut butter before i got there, just every time he went back to it and asked why it’s not working, i opened it and pointed to the peanut butter stains and said “you did that” and he says “yeah”, “will it work like that?” “…no”, and when he got it and promised to never put anything but games into a game machine again, his parents bought another and he kept his promise. it works, even at that age.

this was a long and unnecessary rant but so many times i’ve seen parents IMMEDIATELY replace their kids’ toys/electronics that they destroy over and over again and i’m just like NO THEY’RE NOT LEARNING ANYTHING THAT WAY 

they also don’t learn from being thrown into fires

yeah but they’re quieter that way

and a lot less expensive

(Source: ogtmoreno)