- Step 1: like a thing
- Step 2: find a few close friends who also like the thing
- Step 3: don't talk to anyone else in the fandom literally those 5-6 persons are your fandom
My name is Aria, but you may call me by my full title: Your Highness, Princess of the Pillow Forts, Cookie Monster (Supreme), Royal Advisor of the Noble Court of Fanfiction.
I can read a million books in a year, because I am, of course, absolutely flawless. I am the queen of fantasy and science fiction. The princess of the realm to the east, Lady Jenny, could confirm this for you.
I love math, because I am far superior to the mere peasants that frequent this web domain.
One day, Lady Katrina to the west and Lady Jenny to the east will join together with me in our creation of a bakery/coffee shop/bookstore. Until then, I shall preside over this blog with utter dignity and grace.
(Or, you know, not. I’m Aria.)
-Written by Princess Jenny, former Court Jester of the Math Court.
"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just...
Ever hear the term “SJW”? It means “social justice warrior,” and it refers specifically to people who point out racism or sexism in movies, video games, and other pop culture. Those people are considered worse than other types of critics because instead of just pointing out that a movie has flaws, they’re accusing people who like it of being awful.
Except they’re not, of course. If someone points out that the alternator belt in your car is slipping, they’re not accusing you of being some kind of mustache-twirling, white cat-stroking supervillain for having car problems. They’re not accusing you of anything. They’re talking about your fucking car.”
J. F. Sargent, “5 Human Flaws That Prevent Progress and Keep Us Dumb" (Cracked.com)
I don’t know what’s been happening over at Cracked lately, but damn.
Anonymous said: stevetony for some reason steve's now tuned to tony's thoughts.
Steve twitches throughout the meeting and Tony continues to grin like Christmas came early.
After twenty minutes of this, Steve leans over as casually as he can and says, “Please stop.”
Tony bites down on the grin and gives him an innocent look which is total bullshit, because Tony doesn’t have an innocent look that isn’t faked. “Stop what?”
God, I love your mouth, Tony thinks, keeping the innocent look in place. That time I walked into a wall and got partially concussed two months ago, it was because you were eating a banana. Your mouth is so fucking pretty right now, but it’d look even better around my-
"That," Steve croaks, and clears his throat. "That, stop that, please." He leans back into his seat and sits up straight, eyes forward, and Tony grins harder at the blush that has been working its way up Steve’s cheeks for hours now.
Tony thinks about Steve blushing like that, the blush creeping down his bare torso as he lies back on Tony’s bed, chest heaving.
Steve twitches again, his ears going pink.
We are going to have the best and weirdest sex ever after this meeting finishes, Tony thinks.
Steve crosses his legs, inclining his head in a minute nod, and Tony continues to send him dirty images until Steve excuses them both ten minutes early and hauls Tony out of the meeting.
"You are a menace," Steve hisses between kisses as they get in the car.
"Mm," Tony says, his lips otherwise occupied. You love me.
"God help me, I do," Steve says. "Happy, get us home as fast as you can and don’t look in the backseat."
When you go to a haunted house, it may seem like you’re being funny by trying to scare the actors or jump out at them when you go through a second time, but guess what? ITS NOT FUNNY.
You pay us to scare you. It is your choice to go, so don’t fucking go through if you’re going to ignore the rules and get too close to the actors as a ‘joke’.
These bruises happened because over the course of 4 hours, several people ignored the instructions that CLEARLY stated that they were to wait in the front room until told otherwise. Rather than listen, they ran into the next room and slammed into me- effectively throwing me into the wall. This didn’t only happen once. It happened ten times at LEAST.
Then we had this asshole who thought that once I ‘died’ for the haunt, he could pretend to kick me to see if I’d moved. I, being used to people abusing me- jumped back and slammed my head into the concrete wall.
YOU ARE NOT FUNNY BY BEING RUDE AT A HAUNTED HOUSE. WE ARE PAID ACTORS THAT YOU CHOOSE TO COME AND SEE PERFORM. YOU PAY US TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, SO DONT HIT US WHEN WE DO
I feel that this is relevant considering it is October and more Haunted Houses are opening up. I know it seems funny to scare the ‘monsters’ but all you do is hurt real people. So stop.
It’s not even October but I’m still spreading this
SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOSSSSSTTTTT!!!!!!! Now
Parent of a female teen whose school banned leggings
#yesallwomen have a right to an education without fashion policing by sexist administrators
^ this, tho… the message in these ridiculous dress codes remains “boys deserve an undistracted education, and you-GIRL-are a distraction… and your education comes second. You should be grateful, anyway… it’s really more than you deserve.” and i actually am not going to repeat how it reinforces rape culture because really, i’m just so damn tired of the messages we send young women about being nothing more than an accesory in a man’s life… fuck that. and fuck awful myopic dress codes… (via ginandbird)
This parent is right. The school is sending a message that girls’ clothes are supposed to distract boys; that boys can use them as an excuse, that girls when assaulted should blame themselves because they must have worn the wrong thing, because their clothes made them unfit to mingle with their peers. Have I got that right? (rhetorical)
(via pewpewlazernipples )
All of the above, and additionally, has anyone actually asked the male students about this? I doubt it - this is grown adults deciding what it is about underage girls’ clothing that is ‘too distracting’ (ie, too sexy), which is a whole new level of ‘ew’.
That’s what it really comes down to. No male student’s viewpoint was taken into account here, I guarantee it. This is adults censoring (girl) children, it’s in the same vein as ‘protect your daughter’s purity’ cultural mores, it’s “we think there is something fundamentally wrong about a girl’s body and we need to start teaching her this NOW”, and yes it involves full-grown school officials sexualizing young girls and policing them for it. It’s gross on several levels.(via thegirlwithgoldeyes)
HAHA WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM?!
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying