As of now, I am officially a gif maker! I own quite a few of the things in my shipping log, so if you want something giffed, ask me, and I'll try to accommodate you!
see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’.
How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
This is one of the first things I learned about Malcolm X, and I definitely need to learn more.
The face of the interviewer in that last gif is absolutely priceless. He’s so dumbfounded.
PSA for the shy, sexually inexperienced, maybe-queer, maybe-bi, maybe-asexual ladies who send me letters about finding someone to snuggle and/or date:
You are not alone in writing a (usually beautifully written, well-spelled) note about how you are looking for someone to hang out with and maybe make out with and cuddle but without pressure or expectation of doing more.
You are not alone in feeling like traditional “dating” situations and advice don’t work for you. Common worries: Too much pressure to “come out” and/or categorize yourself in some way, worried that people won’t be satisfied with what you are able to give, worried about being harassed by 10,000 creepy dudes, body image issues, shame about being a late bloomer.
We’ve covered a lot of this on the site already in other threads about meeting new people and dating, but I get, easily, three or four of these specific (female, somewhere on the queer/bi/ace axis, looking for someone who will go really, really slow with sex stuff) letters per week. You are not alone! You are not alone. […]
I wish you sweet blanket forts with respectful, adorable, terrifyingly amazing people like yourselves. But mostly I want you to know: You are not alone.
Rule #1: Always post the rules.
Rule #2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones
Rule #3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post
Rule #4: Actually tell them you tagged them
1) If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be and what would you be doing?
2) Biggest guilty pleasure in fan fiction?
3) Dream cosplay?
4) Favorite historical figure?
5) Strangest thing you’ve ever cried over?
6) Which person (fictional or real) would you most like to date who is not of your usual gender preference? (Bi/pan friends, let’s say usual type, if you have one)
7) What would you sell your soul for?
8) Which fictional universe would you most like to inhabit?
9) Pick your fictional parents (no restrictions on gender, but let’s say you get two and they both have to be at least vaguely middle-aged)
10) Which famous person’s talent would you most like to have?
11) If you got to have something named after you to carry on your legacy, what would it be?
I was tagged by castielsacaffrey, and now I’m tagging gordianii, notyourhousekeeperdear, tawdrysquid, bibulous, larlochsminorfail, sidhwen, starling-girl, bookishbutcorruptible, bigdrunkgay, screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse, and gunslingerannie.
1. What’s the last book you read? Did you like it?
Mother Night - Kurt Vonnegut. I did! Probably my second favorite of his after Slaughterhouse-Five. I think I like his war satire better than the more science fiction driven ones like Sirens of Titan.
2. What’s your favorite fanfiction/storytelling trope?
Anything dramatically hurt/comfort related. Kidnapping, someone gets shot, nightmares, etc… Oh, and retelling one story with a different cast of characters rocks my socks in a different way
3. What’s your favorite episode of your favorite TV show?
I suppose Sherlock would count as my favorite show, as it is the one with the most long-lasting pull on my soul. Favorite episode…probably A Study in Pink, actually. It’s just so adorably rom-comish. It is also one of those rare pieces of media that I genuinely can watch an infinite number of times.
4. What color shirt would you have if you worked for Star Fleet in Star Trek: The Original Series (Engineering Red, Science Blue, or Command Yellow)?
Well, of all the jobs in Star Fleet, I would want to be a Communications Officer like Uhura, so if I can do that, red. Otherwise, blue seems safest.
5. What was your favorite animated movie when you were younger?
Mulan! I am proud of my younger self and her feminist tendencies.
6. Would you trade lives with your favorite character? Why? Why not?
Argh, favorite show and favorite character?! This is so difficult. Screw it, I’ll pick my TV husband, Marshall Eriksen from HIMYM. And yes! He’s an environmental lawyer, which considering I wouldn’t have to do the law school part seems like a job I would like, is adorably married to Alyson Hannigan, and has great friends with whom he spends a large amount of time having hijinks. I will take that life.
7. What character would be your first choice to trade lives with?
Let’s go with The Doctor, provided Steven Moffat isn’t writing my life. Time/space travel is pretty much the ultimate dream. Alice has informed me that she is picking Phryne Fisher, which also seems a correct decision. Who wouldn’t want to be a detecting Australian feminist with an adorable and loyal band of friends and a killer wardrobe?
8. Given the opportunity to time travel in only one direction, would you go to the past or the future?
If you have to keep going in that direction, the future seems better. If it’s an “unlimited trips” type of deal, there are so many eras in the past that I want to visit.
9. How did you come up with/why did you pick your URL (some of you I already know, but I want to know for everyone I don’t…)?
In the earlier days of the blog, there was more of a laser-like focus on slash, so the username reflects that.
10. Pick a ship. Pick a song for that ship.
Kirk/Spock - “Til Kingdom Come” by Coldplay. Known in our apartment as “the sad Spock song”
11. Would you rather be a princess or a knight?
Let’s go princess who takes her ladies-in-waiting and forms a band of errant lady knights.
imagine being an old-timey gangster but instead of having people murdered you had them loved. that’s pretty much my dream job now that i think about it. all sittin in bars in a pinstriped suit, being all “hey tony. see that guy over there? go take care of him, if you know what i mean.” and then tony goes and gives him a hug
Today is the day Marty McFly goes to the future!
Where is my hoverboard
I just have to reblog this because this is LITERALLY a once in a lifetime thing and I need it on my blog.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
I’m really glad I read that.