Posting Faggot And Queer Like 2am Gunshots To Keep Property Values On My Blog Low And Scare Away Assimilationist

Can white Hindus wear saris?

Yes.

The first time I ever got drunk I pulled up the last scene of Twelfth Night on my phone and passionately recited it, voicing all the characters. And apparently this was totally unprompted. There was a lull in the conversation and I just went for it.

I used to have the entirety of Queen Mab memorized but I’m still salty over being harshly graded for that school project and because

“And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, / To do you rest a thousand deaths would die.”

“Where goes Cesario? / After him I love / More than I love these eyes, more than my life, / More by all mores than e’er I shall love wife“

Is the sexist SEXY-EST thing in all of Shakespeare.

Um no offense but why doesn’t anyone memorize passages from books and then recite them aloud for everyone at parties anymore.

I won a book from a contest at my library. I have dyslexia and they were able to get an audio book for me. Ella Enchanted was the book I picked. I still sometimes listen to the back half when I'm having a rough time.

Do you ever think about how hostile todays world would be for Ella (Enchanted) what with modern advertising? Adblockers MANDATORY lest she enter financial ruin. She couldn’t drive down the road without horse blinders on. I think about it all the time.

Also she’d have to get Mandy to vet all music for her. I feel like she’d just do a lot of movie soundtracks and classical.

Yeah, they never really get into how music with lyrics works for her, do they? I mean, she lives in a world without recorded sound, and medieval(?) music wasn't known for having as many imperative phrases as the modern sort often does.

We know she can resist commands directed at other people that she happens to overhear- the part when she reflexively fastens her mother's necklace around Hattie's neck and then realizes the order was for Olive -but so many songs are just directed at the generic listener.

Would she be stuck with flu symptoms from inability to lick Cardi B's neck, back, etc. until someone came in and countermanded WAP for her?

I made some fanart for our loving wolf moms.

Two female Arctic wolves nursing pups together. As a behaviour it’s very rare and it’s the first time it has ever been filmed. [x] 

Here is the avatar I designed and illustrated for @theblindadventures

I am disabled and use much of the same accessibility technology as blind people, including, most prominently, text to speech. (Due to dyslexia.) I also use a service dog. (Due to seizures and extremely poor mental health.)

When Pete first started blogging I thought they were so cool and I was eager to support them however I could. I’m so excited to welcome another disabled blogger on to tumblr (and hopefully make another friend).

Thank you so much for giving me the chance to show off my art and replace your default avatar. 

As I’ve come to see more of your blog and who you are I do think this avatar represents those things well.

Best,

Soul

Also, for those interested, I do this sort of work on commission. I have prices for traditional work here but am still working on pricing for digital works like the one seen here.

Please note that this image is the version with the transparency replaced with tumblr’s background color.

[Image description: a black Labrador guide dog with a white harness leading a person. The dog is shaded with a moderate amount of fur texture and detail. The person being guided is visible as only a hand gripping the harness and a set of legs. The dog looks at the viewer. The dog and figure are surrounded by a white circle. Outside of that circle reads “The Blind Adventures” in a hand writing font in an arch around the drawing. At the bottom, in a straight line, is a brail font reading the same.]

I’ll need this tomorrow I think.

Workout For Daily Life

Ooohhhh this explains why I can cook when I have a caregiver with me but wont when I'm alone.

I'm showing thee caregiver how to prepare the things I like to eat for the days when I can't get out of bed

1. a couple months ago a publicist invited me to a concert and i accepted her invite and she said she’d add my name to the guest list. the night of the concert i was feeling a little tired and not entirely up for walking all the way to the venue and standing around listening to a band i’d never heard of. but then, as i was making dinner, i thought, “why don’t you pretend this is a date night with bill hader?” i realize this is an insane person thing to think. i do often go to concerts with friends; i am not in the habit of pretending bill hader is accompanying me to concerts. but that night i did put on the band’s album and pretend that bill hader was dancing around the kitchen with me while i cooked. and then i pretended that bill hader threw his arm around me on the walk to the venue and walked slower than usual because he’s taller and his paces are longer than mine. then i got to the venue. and i told the lady in the ticket booth that i was on the guest list. and i gave her my name. and she handed me two tickets, and she said, “here, for you and your plus one.” i was all alone in front of the box office. there was no one else around. at no point leading up to this had the publicist mentioned giving me a plus one. i laughed a little to myself at the idea of Imaginary Bill Hader being given his own ticket and then i went inside.

2. on the way home from acting class tonight, a long walk in the cold, i came upon a diner lit in warm golden hues, and i hadn’t eaten all day, and it looked irresistible, so i went inside. “for one,” i said, and the hostess said, “do you want to eat at the bar?” and i said, “no thanks, could i sit at a table?” and i was ushered to a table for two. it was a pretty busy night and i was kind of self-conscious about being the only person eating alone so i was like, “well okay i’ll just imagine i’m on a date with bill hader again haha.” and so i sat there and enjoyed some very good sweet potato ravioli with chestnut-cream sauce, and what was perhaps the best cheesecake i’d ever eaten in my life, all the while imagining bill hader seated in the empty chair across from me. and then at the end of the meal, my waitress came and cleared away my dessert plate, and she looked at me, and then she looked at the empty chair, and then she looked back at me, and then she said, “are you paying separate or together?” again, the other seat was empty. i had been sitting at this table fully by myself for the entire duration of the meal. the waitress had come by the table perhaps five or six times over the course of the hour, seeing me completely alone. and i said, “sorry?” and she said, “separate or together?” and i said, “…together?” and she said, “cool, do you need the machine?” and i said, “yes” and she brought the machine over and i paid, because my dinner companion, despite apparently being visible to my waitress, was imaginary bill hader. 

Two sickly, elderly male macaws paired together in the study had scarcely seen another macaw in their lives, yet formed a deep bond—dancing and singing enthusiastically together through the screen and calling “Hi! Come here! Hello!” whenever one or the other moved out of the video frame.

Guys I'm crying, technology brings disabled people AND parrots together. This is so great.

"A few significant findings emerged. The birds engaged in most calls for the maximum allowed time. They formed strong preferences—in the preliminary pilot study, Cunha’s bird Ellie, a Goffin’s cockatoo, became fast friends with a California-based African grey named Cookie. “It’s been over a year and they still talk,” Cunha says.

"According to Kleinberger, the types of vocalizations the birds used suggested they were mirroring the call and response nature they engage in in the wild—“hello, I’m here!” in parrot-speak."

(courtesy wolvendamien at Bluesky)

They could fix Flint’s pipes with that much money and maybe also end world hunger IDK

ChatGPT is running out of money because they haven't actually figured out how to make money with the plagiarism engine they created.

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

a VERY funny take on book 1 would be that up until Holly’s capture, Butler saw Artemis’ desire to kidnap a fairy and ransom them for gold as like, the 12-year-old equivalent to how Angeline had sunk into a fantasy world to avoid confronting the fact that her husband was most likely dead. The eventual failure of Artemis’ mission (in Butler’s eyes) would bring catharsis and usher in the healthy realization that it was time to move on, and although this was on track… BOOM they get mind-boggling lucky and run into holly, suddenly its_all_frighteningly_real.png, and Butler is embroiled in an inter-civilizational conflict that leads to him having to melee fight a troll at 2 am