Fun Perk Of Tumblr: Everytime Ao3 Goes Down And You're Like, "is That Just My Internet Or Is Something

something something despite the all horrors and tragedies of the world, love was there and that's all that matters

Finally got my girlfriend to watch community and she sent me these

AAHHH I LOVE THIS WOMAN SO MUCH

she's so impressive 💫💖🌠

DC twitter is generally not as fun as dc tumblr however that one account pretending to be Batgirl is just. Fantastic. Like this is literally Cass's account

reminders:

if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.

if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.

if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.

mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.

if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.

if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.

if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.

your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.

did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.

in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.

we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.

Happy birthday to Percy Jackson! Here's to celebrating all the forms of PJO: the books, the movies (however bad they may be), and the new show coming out in DECEMBER! Happy birthday Percy!

there's an extremely niche plot in romance fiction wherein our invariably heterosexual leads fall in love after a night of passion leads to an unplanned pregnancy and they're now bound together by an impending child. I cast no judgment on anyone who enjoys this, but since I'm an evil gay and this is my personal nightmare scenario I want to see a zany romance novel premised on the opposite resolution: a couple falls in love while on a whirlwind roadtrip to obtain a legal abortion

What I’d give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when you’re in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you’re not weak if you can’t escape by yourself

I’ve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into “princesses is saved by a prince and nothing else”, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because she’s a strong female character! (Implying if you’re in a bad situation, it’s because you’re not strong enough to get out)

Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

Reblog To Save Life

Whoever runs dropouts instagram is killing me in the comments under their video announcing that the subscription price is changing

positively love sitting at my parents dining room table. it’s not the same table we had when i was growing up, it’s some weird thing my mom bought off of marketplace last year that she kind of hates cause it’s slightly too big and the chairs are awful, but the model magic pinch pot my sister made when she was in first grade that i am not allowed to touch because i broke it one (1) time is still sitting in the middle, and we still drink out of the glasses my mom bought fifteen years ago for my sisters first communion party. the placemats are still the ones my aunt gave us, the napkins are always folded slightly wrong cause my dad and my mom have different opinions on how they should be ironed and we still use my grandmas real silver utensils after my mom decided a few years ago that life is short and we should use the nice stuff all the time.

you can see into the kitchen where someone is usually washing dishes or making food or loudly asking questions about how your day went or giving slightly unsolicited advice on how you should life your life. and you might be asked to go chop something or open a bag or get something down from the top of the fridge, but be careful you don’t spill the dogs water bowl for the 14th time today because yes it has to live in that spot where everyone wants to step. and of course you put the thing back in the fridge in the wrong spot but the fridge is covered in your old school photos and magnets from everywhere you went as a kid and there’s your sisters class schedule and some flyers and old and new photos but the whole thing is mostly covered in a plethora of multi colored post it notes, all written by your dad. there’s bad poems and little funny drawings everywhere, covering the fridge and on the backsplash and the table and the cabinets. and everywhere you look there’s an art project that you did as a kid: the cup that’s holding the pencils, the container that holds your moms tea, the tray that the fruit is sitting on, the dish that you throw your keys.

and then my mom will walk in and ask me how to save a file or show me a youtube short she emailed to herself so she would remember to show me later, or asking me my opinion on what color dish soap holder to get. and it’s the one small place in the world where i feel like i always have a spot that is mine. there will always be a seat for me at my parents dining room table.