2trans2furious - DeltitnU

We were watching the glass blowing competition show on netflix because it's really cool to see those talented artists do their thing...

But I will NEVER forgive the judges for eliminating an amazing artist who's concept was that plastic hamster tubes are actually dangerous for hamsters yet they are normalized in our society so they made a beautiful glass rendition of an endless loop of colorful hamster tubes as an expression of how we can be trapped by society in a loop of behavior that is normalized but actually killing us

And the judges were like "this isnt DEEP ENOUGH" because they dont care enough about hamsters to learn and interpret the artist's statement at the level it was meant for.

They literally saw the glass renditions of colorful tubes that represent suffering and being trapped in a glossy predesigned hell and went "this is too normal and isnt saying anything important actually" Fuck them!!!!

Anyways Gemma should have won and I'm so happy to see that she didn't let it stop her amazing concept and she continued with it outside of the time constraints of the show. Fuck yes Gemma

This is Bazz the Beekeeper. A black lab who is specially trained to sniff out disease in bee hives. In Australia the bees do not stay inside and it isn’t safe for Bazz to go in sniffing without protection. So his owner created a custom beekeeper suit to keep him safe. And it is kinda adorable.

We have always existed, and we always will.

No little red hood! Don’t follow those conveniently placed cards!

He’s 5 grams of protein

fem!Castiel x fem!Dean

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plenty of sea in the fish or some shit like that idfk

i think it’s that my mother started reading the Song of Achilles, and told me she didn’t realise it was about… you know… that they were gay, and then didn’t finish it. i think it’s that my mother still introduces me as her daughter. i think it’s that my mother has never called me by my real name, only a neutral nickname she can derive from it. people mishear her, and think im called Jane. i think I would’ve been a good Jane. a violent one. i think it’s that my mother has a “gay bestie” and i think it’s that she screamed at me in the car when my teacher told her she’d seen me walking around school holding hands with a girl. i think it’s how she used to drive us around in the car, and tell us she didn’t care what we were, gay, straight, or purple, as long as we were happy. i think it’s about returning to the well and finding it still full of all the wishes I’d made as a child, and realising they were only ever copper.