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I'm a scatter-brained, brain-damaged, neuro-atypical feminist Aquarius with fibromyalgia.
...or, as was once made clear to me by a toddler, I'm less interesting than a laundry basket.
I’m sorry, but Harley—Harvey, you say? I don’t care—step the fuck off now; this is a phaser set to kill, a disruptor set to die, and a flight anywhere in the world at unimaginably low prices that carries economical passengers in the seats and asskicking in the luggage bay though checked bags may require an additional fee.
James Fucking Kirk saved the universe all the times, took on Khan, Klingons, God, fascism, whales, his crazy Vulcan half-brother-in-law with powers not defined but epic and mountainy and with bells involved, the evils of Federation upper management, makes Spock so emotional his eyebrows sometimes move to express a love that transcends the universe and plots that make sense, was one of the few and proud who had the privilege to made out with Uhura without getting a stylish heel where a cock used to be, and did it while wearing a skirt and tiara (green, leafy), once married James Spader on primetime TV, is fluent in Esperanto, may be the son of fucking Thor and House’s duckling whose mother was Snow fucking White (shit. just. got. real.), and told me I can name my own price at a possible sixty percent discount (not including taxes and fees).
Motherfucking Jim Kirk, Hillbillly—Harvey, you say? Fuck if I care— who can’t claim fucking Loki as his uncle and wears bondage gear from the nineties sorry to say, only stoops to conquer.
[on diversity in media] I think its social responsibility. I think it’s our responsibility to stand up and say what we want. It think if you look at television in the past two years, it’s becoming the decade of the female. Like, all these new shows with female leads. Even if you look at television, as well as cable, as well as films, there’s been a resurgence, as far as the leading woman in Hollywood, which is great. And I think we’re also at the point now…you know, it’s interesting…x
And then my heart grew, like, twelve million sizes or something.
"Everyone knows this."
filed under: things celebrities say that the media sweeps under the rug to continue making controversy over them being “awful role models”
Urban spaces have spirits, and cities have souls. Some are dangerous, menacing, but also seductive; others are marked by beauty and excess; others again by their dreariness or spookiness. These are contagious qualities that are said to seep into the character of the people living in such cities. […] Some urban spirits are global in reach, others mainly local or regional. They are reproduced in everyday stereotypes and mythologies. None of these are of course true in any sociological sense but the proliferating fantasmic and mythical qualities of cities and urban spaces are effective realities that shape the behaviour, cosmologies and desires of people in cities, or of those who visit them, imagine them, or describe them in narrative or imagery.
Subplots bring realism to your main plot simply by existing – by interrupting the flow. Why is this? Because life doesn’t move forward all at once. Interruptions happen, change rushes in, we juggle three or ten balls at once. Readers don’t expect continuous narratives.
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)
#mary shelley #this quote though #it’s all kinds of wonderful #hey remember that time one asswipe was like you have 30 seconds to name something invented by a woman… #…and Mary was like SCIENCE FICTION MOTHERFUCKERS #that was awesome #thanks Mary Shelley (via snappily)
And the next time someone starts claiming that teenage girls have ruined the horror genre with romance or whatever you can be like, hey dicksmack, teenage girls and romance built your genre so sit the fuck down.
compulsive auto reblog
i want this tattooed on me at some point
Mary Shelley fucking invented your favourite genre motherfuckers. You owe her Kirk and Vader and every goddamned Joss has ever done that’s made you cream your pants. Created when she was a teenager cause, hey, that’s how she rolled. She took love and showed it as the powerful, terrifying, all-encompassing, ruthless, wrathful thing it is.
And I would like to add:
For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth….Such are the autumn people.
My identity has always been theorized, examined, denied. pulled apart — reduced to numbers, trial periods, data. I have been asked the old classic — “How do lesbians have sex?” — by straight guys on the same day I’ve been smirked at by hipster lesbians for being into boys. I am tired of the fucking Kinsey scale.
I exist in this uncertain space now: Have I ever been queer, if the recognition of my queerness has never existed to me in a practical way? Does queer theory help or hinder me? Will I be thrown out for claiming a history in which my identity is rarely named? Were there bisexuals at Compton’s Cafeteria? I am in a relationship with a bisexual man, would we still have a gay wedding? If I am unseen, do I exist? If I am not ashamed of who I want, then do I need the support of others? If calling myself “queer” names my uncertainty adequately enough, then why do I keep trying to find a better, truer label? If my peers don’t recognize me, are they even my peers? Why do I think I need a community? What the fuck is a community?
I’m standing too. Now we’re all standing. We’re 5 jackasses standing in a circle
I really need to read/watch the Discworld stuff.
Discworld is a lot more important than people give it credit.
Everyone needs more Discworld in their lives. It’s brilliant satire that isn’t condescending, and it’s entertaining. At the same time! I really can’t express how much I love Discworld.
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