Too Much Fangirling, Too Little Time

I am a nerd. :D
Fandoms I am apart of: Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Divergent, Merlin, The Office, Supernatural, Avengers, Dark Knight Trilogy, DC Universe, Nerdfighteria, Gregor the Overlander, and Jekyll. I also follow many nerdy YouTubers, such as Joey Graceffa, Kristina Horner, Joseph Birdsong, Vlogbrothers, Danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil, Charlieissocoollike, Jason Munday, Alex Carpenter, and countless, countless others. My OTPs are Merther, Smillan, the Ponds, 11/River, 9/Rose, 3/The Brigadier, 2/Jamie, Johnlock, Destiel, Brony, Mystrade, Pam/Jim, Dwight/Michael, Shoey, Phan, and 10/Astrid.
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veliseraptor:

a thing I think tumblr could keep in mind sometimes is the idea that when two people come into conflict it is not always the case that one person is in the right and one person is in the wrong; sometimes two people can have equally legitimate reactions to the same thing, and those things can be opposing, without one person necessarily being more “correct.”

sometimes a conflict is not between right/wrong but just between competing needs.

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moonlighteponine:

i think im funny

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disabledfeministvoice:

thatoneqprblog:

merelyimmortal:

zetsubonna:

dapperpea:

glampersand:

heroscafe:

emmmpty:

autistictesla:

pneggy:

Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like
“Your girlfriend dumped you because you’re ugly”
that’s nice tim isn’t it past ur bedtime

also, if you have intrusive violent thoughts, pretend they’re being said to u by an annoying backseat driver

“drive into that pole”
thanks karen or i could not do that

Perfect

you can also pretend that the Super Paranoid thoughts are being said by that conspiracy theorist in your history class

“maybe they poisoned you”
maybe you should fuck off, geoffrey-with-a-g

OHH MAN I DO THIS SHIT EVERY DAY

My favorite for intrusive anxious thoughts is to pretend Spock’s behind you with an answer.

“did I lock the door-”

captain you have locked the door every day for over ten years, and it is very hard for most people to break even subconscious habits, so you most definitely locked the door

I told my new psychiatrist about how I learned this from y'all and his eyes lit up. He didn’t smile but he did nod a whole bunch of times, it was great.

I like to pretend that my intrusive thoughts are being said to me by a super uptight religious white lady

“god hates you because you don’t believe in him”
“your failures are too great to be forgiven by anyone”
“everything you do is wrong and you are going to burn in hell”

thanks for the input brenda but fuck right off

I would just like to say that I love you all for this idea.

Reblogging this for a friend.

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wasureneba:

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systlin:

I honestly always find the term ‘spinster’ as referring to an elderly, never-married woman as funny because you know what?

Wool was a huge industry in Europe in the middle ages. It was hugely in demand, particularly broadcloth, and was a valuable trade good. A great deal of wool was owned by monasteries and landed gentry who owned the land. 

And, well, the only way to spin wool into yarn to make broadcloth was by hand. 

This was viewed as a feminine occupation, and below the dignity of the monks and male gentry that largely ran the trade. 

So what did they do?

They hired women to spin it. And, turns out, this was a stable job that paid very well. Well enough that it was one of the few viable economic options considered ‘respectable’ outside of marriage for a woman. A spinster could earn quite a tidy salary for her art, and maintain full control over her own money, no husband required. 

So, naturally, women who had little interest in marriage or men? Grabbed this opportunity with both hands and ran with it. Of course, most people didn’t get this, because All Women Want Is Husbands, Right?

So when people say ‘spinster’ as in ‘spinster aunt’, they are TRYING to conjure up an image of a little old lady who is lonely and bitter. 

But what I HEAR are the smiles and laughter of a million women as they earned their own money in their own homes and controlled their own fortunes and lived life on their own terms, and damn what society expected of them. 

Just wanted to add that the suffix -ster was originally specifically feminine, a means of denoting a lady known by her profession. Spinster = female spinner, baxter = female baker, webster = female weaver (webber), brewster = female brewer. If one of the ladies named Alys in your village was known for selling her excellent weaving, you might call her Alys Webster (to differentiate her from, say, Alys Littel who was rather short, and Alys Bywater who lived near the pond).

This fascinates me for many reasons, but especially in the case of modern families with last names like Baxter or Webster or Brewster. What formidable and well-known ancestresses managed to pass on those very gendered names to all their descendants, when last names were changing from personal “nicknames” into indicators of lineage among the middle and lower classes? There’s a forgotten story of a fascinating woman behind every one of those family lines.

Resource for the history of the -ster suffix here.

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youlovetoseeit:
“straight up facts
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youlovetoseeit:

straight up facts

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soulcerebral:

viceland:

Shoutout to this questionable Jeopardy contestant

NOOOO TOM

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fictionalcharactersaremyreality:

paperfury:

Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to glide down ladders in their own private library while their red cloak flutters behind them, owning swords and many chocolates, with fast WiFi at all times.

i cannot stress this enough

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shiftythrifting:

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the baby for scale is sending me

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soracities:

bumble-b-goode:

soracities:

who else is in the mood to walk barefoot over the moors in a blood-red velvet ballgown w anguish in ur soul and wet leaves in ur hair while the wind blows moodily and dramatically?

can we all get mcdonalds afterwards

we all deserve it so yes absolutely. my treat

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halloqueen31:

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