Chickens are wiser than all humans

poisonedfate:

bbc merlin - 04x05 His Father’s Son

sickest burn in tv history

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beemovieerotica:

viridianmasquerade:

lizardsfromspace:

Remembering when I went over to my female teacher’s house in 5th grade and saw that she lived with another female teacher & went home going “wow, so teachers really do all live together!” & then my family had to explain to me what lesbians are

This reminds me of when I was a kid and my very Scottish grandma did child minding for extra money. At one point she looked after these three siblings that were adopted from Guatemala. The kids had two moms. It was the 90s and I’m Canadian.

Now, you would think that even in the 90s most adults would see two women who live in the same house and have adopted children together and think “Harold, they’re lesbians”. My mom certainly did, internally, but my grandma never brought it up, leaving my mom to wonder whether my grandma was being uncharacteristically discreet or if there was something about the situation my mom was misreading.

One day my grandma needed a hand with something to do with the kids, so my mom came over to the house, whereupon she noticed that the two women who lived together slept in one bedroom, and said “ohhh, they’re lesbians.”

To which my grandmother indignantly rebutted, “they’re not lesbians, they’re Scottish.”

According to my grandmother, you see, it’s cold in Scotland, so women live and sleep together all the time and women who do this are not lesbians, because it’s cold (????). Therefore, upon noticing two women living together in Western Canada, adopting children together, and sleeping in the same bed together year-round, my grandma had mentally categorized these women as Scottish.

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poisonedfate:

bbc merlin - 03x08 The Eye of the Phoenix

mark me down as swooned

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terrypratchettappreciation:

isylikes:

Nanny Ogg and Magrat came up onto the roof like avenging angels after a period of lax celestial quality control.

One of my (many) favorites!

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sabrebash:

The Ballad of Bella Buttons
(based on a true story)

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wanderinggoddess:

blacksmith’s daughter!

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orcboxer:

Have you seen the new show? It’s on Tubu. It’s literally on Heebee. It’s on Poodee with ads. It’s literally on Dippy. You can probably find it on Weeno. Dude it’s on Gumpy. It’s a Pheebo original. It’s on Poob. You can watch it on Poob. You can go to Poob and watch it. Log onto Poob right now. Go to Poob. Dive into Poob. You can Poob it. It’s on Poob. Poob has it for you. Poob has it for you.

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nick-nellson:

DERRY GIRLS
2.06 The President

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queeranarchism:

queeranarchism:

queeranarchism:

renthony:

renthony:

There is an absolutely infuriating trend of city queers assuming that no queer person could possibly want to stay and live and establish a home in a rural community, and none of us could possibly have a vested interest in staying and improving the communities we already live in. They act like all of us dream of moving to Portland or Seattle or the Bay Area or some other gentrified-to-fuck, capitalist-nightmare-with-a-shitty-rainbow-facade city, and to hell with our icky redneck homes.

I’m tired of the kind of people who come on tumblr to reblog endless stuff about how much they want to live a cottagecore life, while also being aggressively classist toward poor, rural, working-class queer folks who genuinely love their homes and communities and are making the best of dangerous situations.

I’m so sorry my two-paragraph-long vent post about my personal frustrations failed to apply to every single other queer person on the entire planet.

LMAO, This is so very much about Amsterdam queers who think everyone wants to share a crowded living group in their overpriced hellscape and not in Giethoorn or Doesburg or whatever.

This is so very much about Berlin queers who think everyone wants to vibe in the organic hipster bars of their concrete desert and not in Meersburg of Hellenthal or whatever.

US-centrism is a super annoying thing on Tumblr, but this post is not an example of that, for two reasons:
(1) US-centrism isn’t Americans talking about their own experiences without specifying that they’re American experiences. US-centrism is Americans constantly replying to other posts assuming everyone else is American and that everyone else cares (or should care) about the US and making other people’s posts about themselves.
(2) This post describes a phenomenon that’s very widespread outside the US.

Oh, and in Europe the ‘city queers romanticizing cottage core while actively hating rural people’ thing is true too. I may have made a mistake naming 4 towns that are all extremely gorgeous and ~easthetic~ so just to clarify:
This isn’t about your romantic fantasy of the perfect queer-friendly village where you have a farm and a straw hat and no bills and the world is colored in pastels. That’s an escapist fantasy

This about rural queers who live in ugly little towns near an old factory, but who still want to stay because they don’t want to leave behind everyone they know in order to be themselves.

This is about rural queers who have tried the city life and never felt at home, who chose to return to live in a place where ‘acceptance’ and ‘community’ is a mixed bag of compromises and complexities and slow change.

This is about the rural queers who stayed in the city but could never shake that sense of loss.

This is about the queers whose heart is always in two places, who commute between the city where they feel understood and the town where they feel rooted and home.

This is about rural queers who grew up dreaming of the city, who eventually moved there and learned to hide their accent and not mention where their from and then who realized years later that they were living a new closet and had found a new way to hate a part of themselves.

(And if you’re an urban queer who have a realistic idea of the downsides of living rural and still genuinely want to move to a smaller, quieter place: good for you. I hope you find your place. But this conversation isn’t really about you.)

I added

This is about rural queers who grew up dreaming of the city, who eventually moved there and  learned to hide their accent and not mention where they were from and then who realized years later that they were living in a new closet and had found a new way to hate a part of themselves. 

last in edit because
(1) it hit closest to home.
(2) I am aware that many of the city queers that act like nobody would ever want to live rural ARE the queers who are going to realize years later that they were living a new closet and had found a new way to hate a part of themselves.

This “fuck the countryside amirite?” attitude isn’t just about feeling superior (though that is definitely part of it), it is often also about convincing yourself that there is absolutely nothing worthwhile in the things you left behind, because it hurts less that way.

(And to be clear: you can move to the city and love it. This isn’t me claiming that you are somehow inseparably connected to your ‘roots’ and moving to the city is some sort of betrayal of who you really are, etc. It’s more complicated than that.)

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batmanisagatewaydrug:

the songs Beyoncé writes about that man are crazy it’s like watching someone build the sistine chapel for a possum they found in a gas station parking lot

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