shipwhateveryouwant:

kittywolfy:

shipwhateveryouwant:

“LGBT people are inherently better people with good morals” is an idea that needs to fucking die. right away.

LGBT people aren’t even, as a whole, less bigoted than literally anyone else, they’re just not bigoted against their own specific sub-group.

people are shitty, including people within your own community. deal with it. you don’t get to revoke their LGBT cards to wash yourself of their bullshit.

Anyone can be an asshole, regardless of race gender or sexuality

iocane7:

heterokatedison:

officerhaughtstuff:

now get ready for the Screaming 20s – coming to a decade near you in 2020

is it too early or can we start screaming now

There’s actually a fair deal of overlap between cultural decades.  So not only is it acceptable to start screaming now, we can keep screaming up to the mid 30′s.

thecuriousinferno:

titty-sona:

titty-sona:

Do you know how surprisingly hard it is to find newer anime where the girls are over 18

I don’t like that.

Everyday this post becomes more relevant

boycottromance:

babybirdblues:

writing-prompt-s:

You die. As per your nerdy request, your tombstone is inscribed with “GAME OVER. CONTINUE?” with a little slot for coins.

One day, someone puts in a coin and you suddenly burst out of your grave.

You really meant it as a joke.

It was mostly to piss off your cousin, who always claimed you couldn’t game with him or game better than him.  Except you definitely could game with him.  Because you were better.  He just didn’t like to lose.  So you played games by yourself and let him brag to the entire family about his skills in CoD.

You prefer RPGs anyways.

So, when your mom decides that she’s going to honour the wish of her baby girl, it really shouldn’t mean anything.

Really.

But, well, you’re here now, standing in front of these dumb-ass kids, who appeared to be goading each other into putting coins in your tombstone.

“What.”

The first one screams.  The second one falls over your great-grandma’s tombstone, which is probably a bad thing because you hear a crack and that was probably her head.  You stop paying attention to the other three because you notice what you’re wearing.

“Why the fuck am I in this skimpy-ass clothing that pretends it’s armour?” Part of it is that you register the cold – its winter, it’s been either a month or a year, or a few – but the rest of you just wants to know why you look like, this.

The first kid looks at you.  “Uh, is that not what you are supposed to be wearing?”

No.  You’re supposed to be wearing either the clothes you died in or your Sunday Best.  Because as much as mom was cool with everything, your grandma would have insisted.

“No.  No,” you poke your right boob, it seems to be falling out of your, well, bra-thing.  “I am not supposed to be wearing this.  I’m dead.  And I died in my favourite pyjamas because I knew I was dying.  Fourth-stage cancer does that.  I was okay with that.  This was supposed to be a joke.”

The first kid – she should ask their name – blinks.  “Well, welcome back to the spawn point?”

“I DON’T HAVE A SPAWN POINT.”

A groan stops you from yelling more.

“Please don’t.  I think,” the girl-kid is hanging onto great-grandma’s tombstone, blood dripping down her temple.  “I think I have a concussion?  Or brain damage.  I’m seeing a woman in skimpy, barely there armour.  With a kicking sword, but your armour is awesome lady-who-is-not-there.”

The other three kids are staring opened mouthed at girl-kid.  Because yeah, you are definitely there.  Don’t know how, but well, you are and this girl-kid probably does have a concussion.

“Okay, first, I am here.” You pivot, pointing at one of the gawking kids.  “You, with the curls and the Biebs’ sweater.  Yes, you.  You are going to take her to the hospital while I pick the brains of the rest of your Goonies.  Because this was not supposed to happen and I don’t think I was the one who did anything.  If it turns out to be one of you two, don’t go far.  I have a sword and your friends.”

Curls makes a noise that sounds sort of like a whimper. 

“And you know, I am in the mood I might use it.”

Their horrified looks kind of makes this whole thing a bit better.

Just a bit.

BEE YOU FUCKIN STAR I LOVE IT

godswalkwithher:

seerofthenorth:

urbanspellcraft:

hoodiecladknight:

sigilathenaeum:

Interesting question. I think they’re typically meant originally as more spiritual/energy related, but I think it could work depending on the wording of the sigil. If’s something real basic like “cleansing” then yeah, I think you could use that. If it’s got some more details in there for what exactly it’s cleansing, then maybe not. I’ve never tried it myself, but I see no reason why you couldn’t try it.

please actually clean the cut as well though

you still gotta clean it

Oh my gods please clean it properly and if it doesn’t get better or if it gets worse go to your doctor. Magic can help aid in healing but if you have an actual medical problem see a doctor first. Magic isn’t going to heal an infection if it’s one.

Please clean and bandage the wound, that’s the most important thing. Seek medical attention. If after that you have time for a spell for healing, then more power to you. But please physically address the wound first

Magic does not replace health care.

Full stop.

Magic can HELP actual health care do its thing, BUT YOU HAVE TO GET THE HEALTH CARE FIRST.

tea-me-and-smut:

lorax177:

i never realized how much i hate modern art until i took a class in modern art

it’s so pretentious. like half of the pieces we’ve looked at have been purportedly commenting on elitism in art and income disparities when the piece itself sold for thousands of dollars to be put in a museum for rich people to look at. you’re supposed to look at barren canvases with vague splotches of color and meditate on the nature of life, navelgazing for an hour. bitch I can do that in my own home for free. most of the time the pieces themselves don’t require any skill, it’s just an asshole with some bright idea that ~~~no one has ever thought of before~~~ (which is bullshit, originality is a myth) and the gall to pretend that they’re saying something meaningful. A bunch of postmodernists specialize in literal plagiarism but with a different title. wow so edgy. really thought provoking. you sure are making a statement that’s relevant and people care about.

the most egregious example is this bullshit:

this is an overhead view of a plaza wherein some famous guy was commissioned to design a public art piece for. The brick and nonfunctional fountain was already there. The sculpture? a literal wall of iron bisecting the courtyard. this guy was paid over 100k to design this. 

Now, this is located in a city, smack dab in the middle of a bunch of office buildings. Workers who had to spend 8 hours a day 5 days a week doing menial desk jobs had to look at this ugly piece of shit. You want to have a nice picnic during lunch break with your work buddies? tough shit. You get tilted arc instead fucko. You can’t see from one end of the courtyard to another because some dick thought rebar sheet metal was more important. It also impeded movement between the buildings so that you have to go around this fucking obstacle instead of just fucking walking from one side to the other. 

So yeah, these workers got pissed, because you’re making an ugly place even uglier for obscene amounts of money without thinking about the ppl who actually have to look at it every day (who had no say in the design). There have been countless studies done on stress and related health problems in office workers and having to look at ugly as sin shit like this piece of work actually contributes to stress and decreases mental and physical health (as opposed to pretty scenery or plants etc). 

When the designer was told what people thought of his masterpiece, he threw an absolute shitfit. “art doesn’t have to be pretty”, he said. “art isn’t for the public”. 

while it is absolutely true that art doesn’t have to be aesthetically pleasing to be meaningful or relevant, putting this fucking monstrosity in a place where people are forced to look at it day in day out, in addition to the ugly buildings and streets and shit that comprises the rest of their lives is just kind of a dick move. Yes, people are painfully aware that life and art and all that shit isn’t always pretty. they’re the ones who have to live with that fact, not some pompous asshole who thinks he’s god’s gift to man because he put some metal wall in a plaza. 

And yeah, not all art is for the public. Art can be self-expression or just for your own enjoyment. But if you are being commissioned by the state, paid hundereds of thousands of tax dollars to make a PUBLIC art piece, yeah, it’s for the public! saying that other people have no say in what that public art piece looks like, implying that if other people don’t like your art that they just Don’t Understand True Art TM, is this hugely egotistical self-masturbatory elitism that puts the artist above the working people (when like the whole point of art is supposed to be disrupting this kind of bullshit thinking). 

But that’s not even the best part. This fucking douchebag, upon being told that people don’t want this metal wall in their courtyard and that they want him to move it, freaks the FUCK out about how he “designed it just for this space and taking it out of its context would destroy it”. Which like, yeah context is important when understanding the meaning of a piece. but literally the only meaning of this piece was “i got paid obscene amounts of money and im gonna use it to make the ugliest thing i can think of literally just because”. If you move it out of the context of the plaza it wouldn’t be impeding foot traffic or being an eyesore to the workers who are forced to spend their days there, which is destroying the purpose of the work. So in the end this guy opts to have the piece destroyed rather than moved because he can’t stand to have his ~~~high art~~~ removed from its PurposeTM which is to be unpleasant. i dont give a single goddamn fuck about ‘advancing sculpture’ or whatever the fuck, if it’s causing people stress on top of their already stressful lives just because you thought it would be great to create this atrocity in a place where no one can escape from, you’re not ‘advancing’ anything, you’re just being a dick.

So now the space has been converted to a rather plesant little oasis with plants and lots of benches. 

anyways thats my dissertation on how much i hate contemporary art and find it to lack relevance or meaning to the people it supposedly represents or defends. it takes itself too seriously and imposes arbitrary and hypocritical statements on the nature of art at the expense of any real substance. in the world we live in, pretty things for the sake of being pretty, having stories that are entertaining and engaging and relatable, having fun and feeling good in a world that devalues those things, etc. are far more impactful and radical than anything sitting in a museum created by some millionaire who jacks off to their “fine art”. thanks for coming to my ted talk have a good night

Thank you for completing this and not stopping halfway through with “in this essay I shall…”

altruistic-skittles:

I have two bedtime moods:

“It’s only 8 pm and I feel like I’m gonna pass out on my feet.”

“Wait when did it become 3 am?”