Feminist Fantasy Is Funny Sometimes In How Much It Wants To Shit On Femininity For No Goddamned Reason.

wow players having to stand in lines for a quest because a relevant npc can only talk to one player at a time. is the funniest image on the planet

I am both.

This had a little mistake, but posting it as a thank you for how much support I got from everyone reacting on the Soukoku drawing I posted earlier. Couldn't be grateful enough, so enjoy this I guess

anyway i was thinking about post destroy geth and EDI live because lol why wouldn’t they have a cloud backup for themselves

and to further extrapolate when Tali mentioned that the geth were helping the quarians by stimulating their immune systems via programming in their enviro suits

and what if geth programs “adopted” specific quarians and that was THEIR quarian, they took care of them and cared about them

and they showed up as little tamagotchi on their omnitools to communicate with their quarian host

and they would be like “Creator-(friend), we do not trust that individual.  We suggest ending this conversation and finding another vendor.”  

or “Creator-(friend), we have spoken to the geth in Creator-(other person)’s suit, and we believe you have mutual interests.  We think it would be best if you converse with them!”   geth internally:  “We have contributed to Creator-(friend)’s happiness.  We shall get a good grade in cooperation and friendship, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve. :)”

I was not made for….*gestures broadly at the world*

i truly believe that if donna would have heard 10th doctor saying "time lord victorious" she would have laughed in his face and the pure embarrassment would have fixed him

Obsessed with tiktoks of high school girls doing Steve Harvey cosplay. My favorite genre of video tbh

I don’t know all the reasons why I like dark things, and I don’t think I need to know them all, but… I was just looking at the blog of that person who said I “dehumanize and fetishize” gay men, and I saw that he was quite young (15) and his blog was all full of pastel colors and references to his mental illness and something dawned on me that I hadn’t thought about in a Tumblr context at all.

Part of my PTSD is about experiences I had in hospitals, and because of that one of my triggers is… not pastels, all by themselves, but like… have you ever stayed in a hospital as a kid? And everything is covered in soothing soft colors and all the nurses wear scrubs with like… cute animal drawings on them and everyone talks in a sing-song voice and reassures you things won’t hurt when they OBVIOUSLY will and you’d rather they tell the truth, accept that you have good reasons to be scared, and get it the hell overwith?

Yeah, I think I just figured out why those kids’ blogs give me a weird tingly feeling of creeping dread.

And I think I figured out, also, where my intense leeriness of “safe spaces” and trigger warnings comes from too–even though as a person with PTSD I’m supposed to want them.

It’s because in my experience, people who were trying to make me feel safe were LYING. They were lying because it was in their interest–in mine, too, but in theirs–for me to feel calm and soothed. For me not to feel despair, or anger, or blind screaming rage.

…Is it any wonder I like the stories where the people with the knives and the cruel smiles and the mind games are blatant about it? Or that I might want a few knives of my own, even though I have no desire to hurt anyone who isn’t going to get off on it?

I don’t want those kids to not need safety.

I want them to stop pretending safety looks the same for everyone.

yo…. when jet breaks in the tea shop and accuses zuko and iroh of beinh firebenders….

do you think any of the patrons looked at zukos scarred face - obviously done by a firebender - and immediately think jet was an asshole? like

jet: hes a firebender!!!!

patrons, thinking about the backstory they concocted for zuko and iroh where their home was invaded by firebenders and they barely survived with their lifes so they could come and have a peaceful life selling tea in a city the war doesnt touch: