Amazing birthday gift from @lindseyero. #legendofzelda #zeldathon
RIGHT IN THE CHILDHOOD
I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT.
THAT CAME WITH NO WARNING WHATSOEVER.
this should’ve been the movie poster
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i think i just crapped myself.
i think we’re forgetting my personal favorite.
Oh God not this thing again!
My personal favourite…
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i think it’s a universal truth that everyone in our generation takes pluto’s losing its planetary status as a personal offense
pluto is smaller than russia. why did we ever even consider it a planet?
BECAUSE IT’S A PART OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
OHANA MEANS NO ONE IS LEFT BEHIND
i just realised…
it would’ve been really easy for mrs. incredible to give birth
"There there, I’m sorry I scared you. *pats and kisses* you’re a good dog, good dog."
Swear to god, some guys are terrified that girls are faking common interests to impress them and act really hostile towards anyone they even SUSPECT of doing such a thing
but then they turn around and fake a whole friendship in the hopes of getting sex out of girls, and get mad at them when it doesn’t work
and they super do not see the irony in that
My contacts came today.
Michael can finally walk without a cane after being basically bed-ridden all week with foot pain, so we went out.
We bought him GOOD shoes, since it seems the source of his foot pain is somewhat related to having shitty shoes.
But we also bought some makeup items for me (FALSE EYELASHES. I BOUGHT FALSE EYELASHES. WHAT. I DON’T KNOW HOW THESE WORK. ALL I CAN PICTURE IS THAT SCENE IN THE ORIGINAL CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN WHERE LUCILLE BALL’S EYELASHES FALL OFF IN HER DRINK. WHAT AM I THINKING. WHAT.) And I got sunglasses, since I haven’t been able to wear sunglasses in a couple of years.
And part of me is feeling intensely guilty the way I always do when we spend money. But at the same time, we got things we need. I have at least one freelance check coming in soon. I have contacts to last me almost a year, possibly even longer if I can stretch out their usage a bit.
I dunno. For the most part, I feel really great.
But I also felt SUPER self-conscious about my body and my face all day today. I feel like I have chipmunk cheeks without my glasses, that my face looks super fat and bulgy. And my pants kept riding down and my shirt kept riding up, so I was just…uncomfortable.
But tomorrow I’m getting my hair trimmed, and then Paige and Lindsey and I are having birthday-celebration adventures, and I plan to wear clothes that I’ll be comfortable in and maybe try out my false eyelashes (if I am very brave) and maybe I’ll feel absolutely amazing tomorrow. Maybe.
Men want what they want.
So much of our culture caters to giving men what they want. A high school student invites model Kate Upton to attend his prom, and he’s congratulated for his audacity. A male fan at a Beyoncé concert reaches up to the stage to slap her ass because her ass is there, her ass is magnificent, and he wants to feel it. The science fiction fandom community is once again having a heated discussion, across the Internet, about the ongoing problem of sexual harassment at conventions — countless women are telling all manner of stories about how, without their consent, they are groped, ogled, lured into hotel rooms under false pretenses, physically lifted off the ground, and more.
But men want what they want. We should all lighten up.
It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.
These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored. —
What Men Want, America Delivers - from the inimitable Roxane Gay (via jessicavalenti)
This is perfect.