obviously this message is not about my baby snail and ive gotten a bunch others like it so let’s whip out some shit and make this about what it really is:
singular they was being used in the 14th century, written frequently in works by Chaucer, Austen, and, yes, Shakespeare, along with many others. it wasn’t until the late fucking 19th century that asshole androcentric victorian grammarians insisted we should start to use “he” as the gender neutral indefinite default because they were fucking assholes and wanted it to be more like latin. and it barely caught on and has mostly turned into the ever elegant, oh-so-not-clunky “he or she” and now intellectuals get to piss on each other about a made up rule that wasnt even a thing for years to come
FURTHERMORE, if you are to argue that they isn’t meant to be singular, you had better stop using singular you and replace that with thee thou thy and thine. singular they has been around way longer than singular you, but none of u seem to have a problem with that… huh i wonder why that is.. .… if thou truly wish to hold true to thy belov’d Proper English, singular they wouldst be the least of thy conc’rns… . eateth my whole entire ass
you don’t really care about grammar, youre just transphobic as fuck.
in other news, Sprinkle the snail, one, singular organism, has a hat on now and they are very happily chomping away at lettuce as we speak :-)
I’m going to assume there’re some people besides me who haven’t seen this live version of Nightmare Before Christmas before and would like to.
How about that.
HIS BODY DOES JACK THINGS HOLY SMOKES
I NEED MORE
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
"I decided that I was a feminist. This seemed uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has shown me that feminism has become an unpopular word. Women are choosing not to identify as feminists. Apparently, [women’s expression is] seen as too strong, too aggressive, anti-men, unattractive."
endless list of favorite films: The Last Unicorn (1982)
”She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits. Of all unicorns, she is the only one who knows what regret is - and love.“
A friend was just raving about this from her Ipsy bag too! Pacifica is an awesome brand but I haven’t tried their nail polish yet. Now I think I will. Thanks! :D
2) and he’ll talk to her in a month about it. I’m not upset about the guys response but I really trusted my friend and now i’m really hurt. Could you help me out with some advice please? Thank you
Be open and honest. She’s your friend (or was before this anyway) and deserves to be called out on that shit. Friendship doesn’t mean anything if you can’t trust them.
Example: “Dude that wasn’t cool. You might have thought you were helping but I asked you not to say anything and you broke my trust and did anyway. This has me really upset.” Go from there. I vote to not freely give information to this person in the future. Be on the look out for BS excuses and non-apologies as a sign to stay far away from them as well. Life is too short to deal with shitty people.
when snape realizes he’s dying he doesn’t care, in fact he’s happy because he knows in just a moment he’ll see lily again
but to his great dismay he’s greeted instead by none other than james potter
who promptly envelopes him in an awkward but genuine hug and says with a hoarse voice, “thank you for taking care of my son”
DIY Spell and Potion Book Tutorial from Better After. This is a really good tutorial using plastic toys, a glue gun, cardstock, paper towels etc… This DIY is based on a tutorial by SEEING THINGS - my favorite Halloween Blog that had great printables and tutorials and is now DEAD & GONE. This is why if I see a printable I like, I don’t wait until later to download it.
Dragon Age 2 — Hands
anders’ are soft, the beginnings of calluses that never fully form cresting his palms from years of holding staves and mixing potions. Even though his fingers are long and thin, their tips are blunt, and the joints of his knuckles are thick, like knots in wood. A strange combination of fragile and enduring.
aveline’s are smaller than you’d think; long rough palms with short fingers. Every bit of them looking as sturdy as the woman to whom they belong. They’re rubbed worn on both sides, from sword work or gauntlets. It’s almost strange to see one of them curled around a quill, writing out reports, besides, the guard captain would rather lead from the front.
fenris’ are sensitive. The lyrium is at its strongest here, weaving patterns that reach to the edges of his fingers, bisecting the length of palms that are clenched into fists more often than not. The skin is always tender, never managing to achieve the hardness that would protect against the sting of wielding a sword as long as he is tall.
isabela’s are deceiving, looking as sender and petite as a noblewoman’s. But they can pick just about any lock, steer a two mast brigantine, and tie a line secure —even in the gravest of storms. Sea rough and world weary. Bela’s hands say nothing and everything.
merrill’s are scarred. Every last inch of them. Small nicks from the coarse stone of primal magic, other larger scars self inflicted, some still not fully healed. Fine boned as any elf, despite how delicate they look, Merrill’s hands could carry the world.
sebastian’s are swift and strong as an arrow. Hardened calluses worked into the skin from years of archery. They’re nimble, skilful despite their size, and unmistakably roguish. No doubt they’re more honest about him and his past than he’d like them to be.
varric’s are thick, robust, used to supporting the weight of a heavy crossbow. There’s something gentle about them when they’re resting on a table or wrapped around a pint mug, flipping through the pages of a manuscript. Varric’s hands have secrets and stories, and they spill from them, taking the shape of words on parchment.
“some historians think that michelangelo was drawing god in a human brain. very few people knew what one looked like at the time; but michelangelo had dissected cadavers and would have known. it even has the hint of a brain stem. if true this would have been a great “fuck you” to the pope whom he was not friendly with but also would have meant god was in a human brain, or created by man.”
also michelangelo painted a baby angel flipping off the pope
the blond one, you see his right hand? that’s called the fig and it’s an old world european gesture for ‘fuck you” because apparently Pope Juluis II was a total raging asshole and everyone hated him
but nobody ever noticed this little fucker because the ceiling was so high
and then thirty years later they called michelangelo back to paint the wall behind the altar and he wasted no time in painting the gates of hell behind the pope’s chair
what a badass
It amuses me to this day how much Michelangelo hated his job
I like to think she wears a jumper because a bakery is the only place warm enough for her demonic skin.
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If my dash isn’t absolutely INFESTED with Halloween shit by October 1st I will be sorely disappointed.