August 19, 2014 | 05:40 PM | 11,493 notes

"why do fangirls always make them gay?"





Imagine being in a relationship in which you are treated like an equal, consciously and unconsciously, sexually, emotionally, socially, romantically, without being bound by gender expectations, without risk of pregnancy (or having your reproductive rights taken away from you), without feelings of inferiority, without being mistreated or neglected because men don’t understand your body and can’t be bothered to learn how to give you pleasure (or that you even deserve pleasure). Imagine having a reciprocating relationship with someone who knows how to touch you and how to talk to you, who will never abuse you or take away your consent. Imaging feeling powerful, safe, like the default rather than the specific or second-class. Imagine not requiring special handling by awkward, inconsiderate men who were never taught any better. Imagine being allowed to touch and enjoy and indulge without apprehension. Imagine being able to trust your partner. Imagine knowledge and understanding, someone who sees your depths and treats you the way you’d treat yourself if you hadn’t been told from birth that you weren’t worth it.

Girls aren’t “making them gay.”

Girls are fantasizing about being equal.

I have wondering about this in fandom for many years and reading this just made me tear up. I figured this was a big reason, but breaking it down to this extent made me so extremely sad. I realized a long time ago that even if I met the nicest guy in the world, I still have to battle all those things mentioned above. Just being friends is hard. I don’t have a happy history in this area like a lot of women and I have major trust issues with men and I wish somehow that wall could be broken down and we could all truly be seen as equal…as people with value. If you have all of the above with someone of the opposite sex then you are really lucky. See women are expected to give all those things listed above and settle for not getting them in return. I believe it’s a rare thing if you have it returned. Like I said, if I was with the nicest guy in the world I will always doubt myself, think he see’s me as different, talk to me different… Why? Because that’s our experience. This world raises us to believe we are worth absolutely nothing. The idea of being equal is one of our greatest fantasies. 

It’s sad that it has to be a fantasy. 

It’s totally sad.

But on the other hand, slash writers are some of the most empathetic people I know. And they’re great educators, too, probably in ways they might not expect. A good slash fanfiction writer can help women understand their desires and overcome some of those feelings of shame and worthlessness.

Think about how many girls have learned how to masturbate thanks to slash fanfiction.

Sometimes just knowing that we’re all reading and enjoying the stories is an immense comfort. People will tell you that slash is trash, that fangirls are desperate and pathetic, but ladies telling ladies that they’re allowed is a powerful thing.

Yeah, oh man. This is. Yeah, this is a lot. I especially feel the taboo surrounding female sexuality to the point that even though I’m Pretty Gay myself, I’m uncomfortable with my own sexuality (not as in orientation) and also dealing with the sexuality of other women. Like in some ways, I am always hesitant to appreciate sexiness in women because we are almost never shown female sexuality in a safe, respectful, and equal way and it still freaks me out. 

(via mklutz)

August 18, 2014 | 10:53 PM | 104 notes




(via jackymedan)

August 18, 2014 | 05:40 PM | 11,561 notes


Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?

I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.

Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.

Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.

I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.

Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.

"Do you like this one?" the cashier asked, ringing me up. "Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like," I replied intensely. "That’ll be $12.01," she said.



(via deftmegalodon)

August 17, 2014 | 06:20 PM | 15,534 notes

Google is celebrating Diana Wynne Jones’s 80th today!


Google is celebrating Diana Wynne Jones’s 80th today!

(via sixohsixoheightfourtwo)

August 17, 2014 | 05:40 PM | 69 notes

(Source: me-carly, via deftmegalodon)

August 17, 2014 | 12:54 AM | 1 note

crimeandcricket said: By the way, both times in that last message I typed "Ray" instead of "Rei" because I'm way too tired to be in charge of a keyboard, so now I'm trying to work out what the heck a xxxHolic Ray is and how on earth a Holic/Due South crossover would even work...


I don’t know, but I am thinking of a Diefen-mokona and crying a little with how cute it would be.

Stanley Kowalski decides to pose as Ray Vecchio because it changes the characters of his name, and he can hide from spirits, but his own power doesn’t recognise him anymore, and Ray feels very alone.

Ray breaks a vase at the Canadian Consulate, and in the spirit of Canadian-American cooperation, goes on supernatural errands around Chicago with Thatcher’s creepily polite errand boy. I don’t even know what this show would be about - all I know is that the finale would end with Ray purposefully breaking another vase because he doesn’t want Fraser to go.

oh fuck fuck fuck, speaking of a supernatural Due South, you know what would be amazing? A Dresden Files!due South AU. Maybe Fraser wears his polite criminal persona from “Chicago’s Most Wanted”, and RayK is so so absolutely Dresden. I need to find this fic stat.

Oh my god, Dief would be a perfect Mokona!! Chipping in with sly comments and stealing gourmet homemade donuts from the kitchen.

Lieutenant Welsh is totally Yuuko

Ohhhh, but you know what I do want? DeadBob only appearing to Ray instead of to Fraser, a la grandpa Doumeki. Offering marriage partnership tips and asking how his son is treating him and generally embarrasing and annoying the hell out of Ray all day every day, and loving it.

Yesss, I love the idea of supernatural errands with the creepily polite errand boy! And the finale sounds absolutely perfect. I know, I’m finding it really hard to work out how these series would crossover, which is odd because I usually love xxxHolic crossed with ANYTHING. Maybe because I can’t decide if Fraser has a wish. Maybe, after his only friend is taken away from him to go deep undercover in the mob, his wish is for love, BUT, the price is that he has to pretend that his new Ray is the same person as his old Ray, and so they can ~never be together~. Because it’s Clamp and it has to be angsty.

I haven’t seen/read Dresden Files, but from reading up on it, hell yeah that sounds like an amazing crossover! If this is a fic that exists I would absolutely read it anyway.

Posted 3 days ago
August 16, 2014 | 06:45 PM | 2,868 notes
"We have lost phone conversations, because talking on cell phones is no fun at all, and it’s harder than texting or typing. I do think we’ve lost that, but we’ve gained a lot with the internet. I feel like the internet has turned us all into letter writers. I think of my mother when I was a kid, she never wrote down anything but a grocery list. People didn’t write, because you’d call. Why would you write anything? But now we’re all writers.

So when people complain about grammar and punctuation, I think it isn’t that our grammar and punctuation have gotten worse, but that it used to be that only writers wrote. Only people who were in education wrote, but now we all write: we all text, we all post. I feel like we’ve lost phones but we’ve gained this whole different type of correspondence that hasn’t existed since the age of letter writing."

Rainbow Rowell interview on Den of Geek: Landline, fangirls, the internet (via bethanyactually)


If you take a look at ACTUAL LETTERS especially of any but the higher (and thus more formally educated and more socially required to PERFORM that education) ranks, they read like people’s emails with more random capitals and weird spellings that make no sense because you don’t share their accent.


The only way we encounter the letters of the past deliberately erases their unique handprint.

(via last-snowfall)

(via sixohsixoheightfourtwo)

Posted 3 days ago
/important/ 2868
August 13, 2014 | 11:17 PM | 349 notes


What a lot of people don’t know is that in Britain after tv shows end there are surges in demand for power as everyone switches on their kettles. This is an actual real thing that happens and this is what happened last night after the Great British Bake Off

bake off power



What a lot of people don’t know is that in Britain after tv shows end there are surges in demand for power as everyone switches on their kettles. This is an actual real thing that happens and this is what happened last night after the Great British Bake Off

bake off power

August 12, 2014 | 07:30 PM | 33,890 notes



talk street magic to me

drawing power from the metro lines

illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run

plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens

elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground

wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move

alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments

middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone

numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10

kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops

Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.

Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.

Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.

Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.

Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.

In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.

Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.

One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.

Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.

Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “I think your hair looks perfect today.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”

Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.

Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.

Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc.They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances… they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.

Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.

Street magic is an amazing concept.

(Source: cpk4709, via kafers)

Posted 1 week ago
/YES/ /yes yes yes/ /urban magic/ /PLEASE/ 33890
August 12, 2014 | 06:45 PM | 43,730 notes


cute date idea: five year mission in space exploring strange new worlds, seeking out new life and new civilizations, boldly going where no man has gone before

(via bowlegsbitch)

Posted 1 week ago
1 of 151 Old »