I'm Glad We Actually Limited His Powerset A Bit More Than That, I Guess Back In The 60s It Wasn't As

Narumitsu week Days 2 and 3: Truth and Free day

Reblogging for this killer tag:

#the pie is standing on the morally higher ground and going ''the next one just might be a brick motherfucker''

Interestingly, my impression from my female Clan Elders was always that the makeup and heels were extremely empowering for the ladies, even if they were probably there bc of dudes watching. The reaction was apparently like 'we can look good AND be taken seriously professionally? Hot damn, alright, time to start protesting those draconian puritanical office dress codes. Fellas just can't control themselves, you say? Well if William Shatner can manage...'👀

I've seen a lot of people claim that TOS is sexist because the women have to wear heels and a lot of makeup. Obviously, TOS is sexist in some ways but I think it's silly to use this as evidence. The men wear heels and a lot of makeup too.

Some examples:

It seems like it's standard for Romulan men to wear eyeshadow.

Evil Kirk wore a ton of eyeliner. He's shown putting on concealer/foundation. I feel like this could be used as evidence that the men wore makeup in universe and it wasn't just for filming purposes.

Kirk's heels:

All of these options feel like saying "ampersand" aloud instead of "and."

It wouldn't be wrong, I suppose. "&" is a symbol for that word, and can be called that.

But why???

Thanks, Anon!

-submit your poll!-

one trek headcanon I have is that plomeek soup is a chai tea situation. plomeek is just the vulcan word for soup, actually. on the first enterprise, having to make do with mostly earth ingredients, t'pol hashed together a simplified version of a comforting soup native to her region of vulcan and one thing led to another and now that regional variation of a single soup recipe is called soup soup by the federation

You know I honestly don't remember this show being quite this gay. Considering how gay I remember it being, that's really saying something!

BL writers are quaking in their boots

The administrators at my school did this with Justin Beiber's "baby" (fundraising for a sketchy charity) and the entire student body rallied to sabotage all speakers over and over again until the bureaucrats could take no more and yielded.

Hands down one of my worst experiences in high school was when the seniors decided to extort the entire school by using tactics that were banned by the UN to get them to pay for the senior party! If that sounds like a wild sentiment stay tuned because this shit got crazy.

I was living in Arizona at the time and I was a freshman. Our campus was largely open air, with walks between class room buildings and some covered outdoor tables. Our event began with a morning announcement. The seniors were collecting donations for the senior party, and when they reached their goal, their fundraising method would stop.

Their fundraising method:

To pipe the entire schools speakers with "If You're Happy and You Know It" on loop. To this day, I cannot hear this song without experiencing a degree of rage and madness that is frankly alarming. One of the worst parts of the entire thing was that the recording they chose had the female singer do a little clap and say "Yay-ha-hey," at the end. So it wasn't just the song, it was this awful little cooldown stinger at the end.

If this sounds a lot like psychological torture you'd be extremely correct! This practice has been banned in some countries, but the good old US hasn't ruled it a human rights violation, and what a fun silly way to raise money, that definitely wasn't damaging to adolescent psyches!

Every morning for 15 minutes before school began, every passing period, every lunch, and after school for another 15 minutes they blasted that fucking song on unceasing repeat through every speaker in the school. Everyone found different ways of coping with this and mine was to observe my classmates descent into madness and categorize the stages.

The first stage was almost completely consistent, and it was a smug almost exasperated eye rolling phase. Often accompanied by derisive comments about the song or the tactic, this phase was extremely mildly annoyed. Most people figured it would blow over soon, and no one anticipated this continuing for a week and a half, creating a miasma of fraught tension.

The second phase was elevated annoyance, starting to snap and be less amused characterized this level of irritation. People would try to cover their ears or put on headphones, humming aggressively to block out the syrupy repulsive children's performer with her loathsome little clap. This phase had people picking their absolute least favorite part of the song. Her inflection on certain words, her timing between verses. I think it's pretty clear already which part I hated most.

The next phase was a bounce back out to absurdity. It became funny how annoying it was and people would sing along as if to challenge the song's authority over their psyche. This paired exceptionally poorly with people in phase two as they'd often lash out at the people giving more voice to their hell.

The fourth phase was a dead-eyed madness. People would stare straight ahead and their lips would silently mouth the familiar words. The song had pounded its way into their very soul and was inextricably linked to auditory output. They often didn't even realize if they began chanting along.

The fifth and final phase was pure uncut pubescent rage. Kids would scream, attack each other, and in a truly epic end to the event hurl a cafeteria chair with such force at the speaker in the cafeteria to irreparably damage the sound system.

The seniors got funding for a party, but some of it had to go to repair the damages, which were substantial.

I haven't made a fandom powerpoint in about twenty years, but listening to Cabin Pressure again awoke something in me.

This, this right here, is what I love about their early dynamic . The vibe is very much 'firefighter saving a vicious struggling feral cat from a burning building.'

Who’s gonna save him if we don’t?

Batman and Robin (2009), TPB1