April 23, 2014

whowasntthere:

aburningrose:

findchaos:

ChaosLife: Homo Hint

Wait, everyone else met Pete the Peacock, right?

This is perfectly perfect in every way.

The HaaaayWarts School for Queerness and Sexuality.

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April 23, 2014

Anonymous asked: why is the bechdel test useless?

bartimaeass:

AW MAN I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS OK HERE WE GO ESSAY TIME

(NOT UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THIS IS IMPORTANT)

I have a lot of problems with the Bechdel test, as you’ve probably noticed. It’s not like I think it’s pointless, per se — it was created for a good reason — I just think that it doesn’t really do anything.

First off, what is it even measuring? TVTropes cites it as, “a sort of litmus test for female presence in fictional media”. But what does that mean? Just because there are women in something, doesn’t mean that something has great female representation.

For example: Twilight. Twilight is terrible for representation. Its main message is (regardless of what Smeyer intended it to be), “you should change your entire personality, lifestyle, and group of friends just so that a Boy will come along and make your life better.” It romanticizes an abusive relationship, encourages young girls to not go to college so that they can be with their first boyfriend, and is basically just Really Bad All Around. 
But it passes the Bechdel testThere are at least ten named female characters (Bella, Jessica, Angela, Lauren, Renee, Alice, Jane, Esme, Rosalie, Victoria, and probably more that I don’t remember, because I only ever read the first two books with any degree of interest), many of whom interact separately with each other, and most of whom have at least one conversation about something other than boys! And yet, nobody can argue that Twilght is anything resembling a bastion of feminism or whatever. 

On the other hand, let’s talk about a great example of female representation in (hugely popular!!!!!) media.

This is Chell. Chell is the protagonist of Valve’s smash hit puzzle games, Portal and Portal 2.

If you don’t know that, you’ve probably been living under a rock for the past seven years.

Now, Chell is a fantastic character: she’s (1) a woman, who (2) isn’t sexualized, (3) doesn’t have a love interest (unless you count her and GLaDOS’s creepy blackrom rivalry, but even that is not a standard heterosexual pairing), and (4), perhaps most importantly, isn’t white (if we’re going by her face model Alesia Glidwell, she’s Brazilian and Japanese). All of these things are really important, because both Portal games did incredibly well: the first Portal sold over four million copies, excluding Steam, while the second one became the top-selling video game in the country within its first week.

And yet, Portal does not pass the Bechdel test. The first one technically doesn’t even have two named female characters — Chell’s name is only given by the developers, never stated in-game — but, even saying that “well, we know her name at all, so it counts”, they do not have a conversation. About anything. Because (5) Chell is disabled — she’s mute.

So Chell is a fantastic, fantastic protagonist, for so many reasons, and in the first Portal game, 100% of the on-screen characters are female (Doug doesn’t count, as he’s never seen, and in fact his gender isn’t stated at all until the second game). Yet it doesn’t pass the Bechdel test! Neither does the second one, because again, Chell is mute — even though there are still more female characters than male ones (GLaDOS, Chell, and Caroline, vs. Wheatley and Cave Johnson. Spheres and turrets don’t count.)

So,

(1) Just because there are multiple-named-women-who-have-a-conversation-about-something-other-than-a-man, doesn’t mean that a work is particularly empowering for women, and in fact can be outright detracting (Twilight);

(2) Just because there aren’t multiple-named-women-who-have-a-conversation-about-something-other-than-a-man, doesn’t mean that a work is not extremely empowering for women (Portal);

and therefore (3) The Bechdel test is a flawed system that doesn’t actually serve to prove any valid point towards feminism or representation.

The end.

April 23, 2014
"

Mickey Milkovich (rivetingly played by Noel Fisher) first made his mark in an unexpected Season 1 sexual encounter with teenage Gallagher son Ian (Cameron Monaghan). Ian, established as gay early in the series, receives tacit support from the handful of family members and friends to whom he comes out. Mickey, by contrast, is a profoundly closeted neighborhood thug: a belligerent, grubby kid with the words “FUCK U-UP” tattooed on his knuckles … who also happens to be an exuberant bottom. However, instead of writing off this hook-up as another one-time moment of comedic outrageousness, Shameless has made Mickey’s arc a surprisingly sensitive one, examining the impact of poverty and family violence on the character’s life.

Mickey has been raised in a household ruled by terror. The Milkovich brood is overseen by tyrannical father Terry, who is often out of sight (thanks to frequent incarceration), but never far out of mind. Mickey’s appearance is disheveled: at times visibly dirty. His speech is littered with wisecracks and put-downs. He’s cagey and mean and picks fights. All of these at-once repugnant qualities are undercut by viewers’ slow, sobering realization: This is how an abused child survives. Because, as we discover in both subtle clues and scenes of explicit brutality, Terry’s hairpin trigger rage is calibrated to fire at any mention of homosexuality.

… In tiny increments since his first encounter with Ian, and at clear risk to his own safety, Mickey has pushed himself further and further past his fear. We are reminded of the time Mickey, returning from a stint in juvenile detention, greeted Ian with a deceptively terse, “Missed ya.” Of Mickey and Ian’s first kiss, hurried and nervous, long after they began meeting for sex. Of the futile, single-word plea – “Don’t” – when Ian told him he was enlisting in the Army. Of Mickey’s hesitant response to a stranger who asked, of his relationship with Ian, “Did you guys just meet last night, or are you together?”

Finally, after a pause: “Together.”

This, all of this, is what coming out looks like. And this is what Mickey Milkovich’s relevance truly hinges on: not only an acknowledgment of the suffering and self-denial that is still a reality in the lives of many LGBTQ people; but the validation that coming out is not irrelevant or passé or an all-or-nothing game. No matter how small and unwhole these acts of disclosure may seem, they are still brave.

"

Showtime’s Shameless has changed TV’s “coming out” scripts and led audiences through a winding, protracted, and ultimately triumphant coming out story from one of the most subversive queer characters on television. (via mandyfuckinmilkovich)

(Source: thetracyproject, via alluringalliteration)

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April 23, 2014

those-dead-frenchboys:

iguanamouth:

ugh i want to get really uncomfortably rich and then just. go around and anonymously donate huge amounts of money to people for things like HEY youre trying to move away from your abusive parents?? BAM 10 thousand mystery dollars oh whats that your dog needs surgery?? BAM paid for hey you cant afford to go to that con with your friends?? BAM better get your cosplay ready you fucking nerd

jean valjean

you want to be jean valjean

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April 23, 2014

incurablylazydevil:

Irene Adler + (sub)text

bonus:

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April 23, 2014

Anonymous asked: What if the most adorable thing about Cel?

celerysticks4life:

versaceleaf:

Everything about that nerd is pretty adorable.

image

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April 23, 2014
carriethestorymaker:


"But I wanted it blue!" "Now, dear, we decided pink was her color" "YOU decided!"


This is my favourite gifset of all time

carriethestorymaker:

"But I wanted it blue!" "Now, dear, we decided pink was her color" "YOU decided!"

This is my favourite gifset of all time

(Source: snowwhties, via long-live-the-fandoms)

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April 22, 2014
"When people can’t apply for jobs or access government services because they don’t have access from home, public libraries must be there for them,” said Linda Lord, a librarian in Maine. “Where else are they going to go? Police station? Town hall? I don’t think so."

Libraries Seek High-Speed Broadband - NYTimes.com (via yahighway)

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April 22, 2014

z-o-l-a:

My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.

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April 22, 2014

theshriekingsisterhood:

Imagine Adam struggling with the vast apocalyptic potential of his powers, trying to decide whether to end the word or not, and Pepper just leans in and whispers

"do it for the vine"

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April 22, 2014

Anonymous asked: Why do Americans say "on accident" not "by accident"?

spelling-problems:

fairknight:

spelling-problems:

jenesaispourquoi:

madlori:

I’ve never heard an American say “on accident.”  We say “by accident.”  As in “I drove my car into a tree by accident.” 

Perhaps it’s a regionalism?

i think it comes from analogy with ‘on purpose’ (being its opposite). But it is nonstandard/regional, yes.

I hear “on accident” CONSTANTLY and I hate it.

Sry sis I do it on accident.

Do not make me come downstairs and hit you.

April 22, 2014
celerysticks4life:

ASIS fanart - the magenta dress scene 
Elsa was described wearing a white dress here, but by the time I realised that the lineart was already finished, so I decided to leave it like this. Hope you don’t mind too much ;) 
Thanks for giving me inspiration to draw and getting me out of a terrible art-block, Cel :) Keep up being awesome!

celerysticks4life:

ASIS fanart - the magenta dress scene 

Elsa was described wearing a white dress here, but by the time I realised that the lineart was already finished, so I decided to leave it like this. Hope you don’t mind too much ;) 

Thanks for giving me inspiration to draw and getting me out of a terrible art-block, Cel :) Keep up being awesome!

April 22, 2014

iamtheparadoxoflife:

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY. 

(Source: ifreakinlovebooks)

April 22, 2014

alluringalliteration:

I was researching bonsai trees when I learned that “filifera” is a name for a type of plant. Filif’s name is a pun. Goddamnit, DD!

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April 22, 2014

theperksofshippingromione asked: Ron has to ask Hermione a favor...how does he persuade her? Bwahaha leaving it open ended for ya :)

iamtheparadoxoflife:

diva-gonzo:

“Hermione, can you help me?”

“Hmmm?”

She turned from the washing in the sink. Ron was sitting at the table in the kitchen in Grimmauld Place, books spread out all around him. He was studying for his first qualifications to become an apprentice Auror.

“I don’t understand something. I need your help.”

“I’m not doing your work for you, Ronald.”

“I’m not asking that, Hermione. I know you can’t help me when I take the test but I don’t get this passage of notes and it doesn’t make a lick of sense to me.”

“Can you not read your own handwriting?”

Ron ran his hand across the back of his neck and mumbled into his notes.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

He looked up. “I didn’t take careful notes ‘cause I had just gotten a letter from you and I was focused on that instead of taking notes.”

“Honestly, Ron, my letters can wait while you’re listening to the Senior Auror.”

“But I missed you. I hadn’t seen you in weeks. That letter was the only thing keeping me from going barmy.”

He turned his sad eyed puppy look on her – the one that always made her melt and give in to anything he asked of her. “Fine then, hand me the book and the notes and I’ll see if I can teach you, this one time!”

He sat up straight on the bench and offered her a sincere look of abject devotion at her teaching moment. He shoved the book and his atrocious notes to her. Within seconds, she was turning the pages of the Auror manual and looking at the scribbles on his parchment.

Ron sighed happily since Hermione could decipher his dragon scratch. Years of practice made his illegible scribbles seem like the finest script to his girlfriend. Thank Merlin I’ve got a brilliant witch of a girlfriend.

While she devoured the knowledge before her, he tucked into the pudding on the table: slices of chocolate cake his Mum sent over earlier in the day. While Hermione studied, he ate and watched her learn voraciously, much like his eating.

Good thing she devours me on those occasions like she does her studies.

Hermione closed the book and looked at him.

“Are you ready to learn what you missed in those notes?”

Ron wiped the chocolate frosting from his mouth and nodded enthusiastically. “But first, this favor will have some benefits for me, too.”

“Anything. I have my exam on Monday. This will be on it, I know it.”

A cheeky yet menacing grin crept across her face. “We’ll discuss your payment later, then, since I know you’ll be good for it. I don’t think you’ll mind too terribly much.”

Ron choked back the bezor in his throat.

“Now, we need to discuss your lesson and notes. Do you have your wand handy?”

Ron pulled his wand from the pocket on his trousers.

“Good, but you won’t need it for this.”

Ron frowned.

Hermione stood up and pulled the black walnut wand from her concealed holster on her left arm. One non-verbal spell later and she was disillusioned.

“Hermione, where’d you go?”

Ron heard the door squelch behind him.

“Hermione, this isn’t funny.”

Delicate lips kissed his neck and a gentle bite there too.

“But the lesson and notes are on stealth and concealment. Give me ten seconds and then try to find me.”

He felt something pass by his ear and he swatted at it. He pulled back what felt like was saliva, where Hermione had bit his earlobe.

“Damn it, this isn’t how the lesson went.”

He stood up and felt a sting on his bum. He rubbed it. “Oh now you’re getting cheeky, witch.”

Ron turned and flashed his wand, thinking disarming spell without it crossing his lips. Nothing happened on the doorjamb. But he felt a swat on his back. He turned again and tried the same spell, aiming at the bench behind him. Nothing happened again.

Minutes passes and he grew weary playing magical hide and seek with Hermione in the kitchen. Each time he felt something, whether a spell just passing his skin or a whisper of a charm land softly on him, he tried to deduce where she was hiding in the kitchen. He’d already spelled each inch of the countertops and even checked in the cabinets themselves.

He tried everything he could to find Hermione in the kitchen.

“You’re not going to beat me, Hermione, not at my own game.”

They continued their cat and mouse game, each time him trying a new tactic to find her in the kitchen. With her prodigious magical skills and knowledge he was up against a worthy adversary.  Every spell he tried failed to deduce where she was.

They continued to practice and play for minutes, slowly turning close to an hour.

A noise under the table made him spin and utter the one she used on Neville all those years ago. A hard thud was all he heard.

“Gotcha!”

He waved his wand under the table and there she was, keeled over and frozen from the spell he uttered. A quick flick and she was released from the charm.

“That was bloody brilliant, hiding under there. I don’t know how you managed to do so much for so long.”

“Who says I was hiding under there the whole time? I was apparating from spot to spot after each attack.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. “You’re fucking kidding. That’s brilliant.”

“You said it yourself, in your own notes: don’t play the game on conventional rules. It’s not a Queen’s test like Cricket. It’s catching a bad wizard. You can’t fight on his terms.”

Ron pushed the bench out of the way and pulled her up to her feet. His lips found hers immediately. She was happy to reciprocate.

“Bloody hell, don’t the two of you do anything else but snog?”

They broke apart slightly to see Harry and Ginny standing in the doorway. Mirth was on her face while Harry was mortified once again. “Sorry Harry. Hermione was teaching me stealth and evasive tactics. I’ve got my quals on Monday for it so I can get to be where you are.”

“Yeah, right, and I’m Victor Krum. Come on, let’s go grab takeaway. I don’t know about you two, but we’re famished.”

The two couples grabbed their jackets from the front hallway and left Grimmauld Place. While Harry and Ginny took the lead, Ron and Hermione stayed a step or two behind.

“When I have the practical, I’m going to have to use that. Thanks!”

She squeezed his hand while they walked to the corner and towards his future.

This makes me so happy. 

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