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A frilled lizard study! So stylish!

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Don’t mess with Gimli

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Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon assumed that Anakin’s conception was spontaneous, but the more obvious answer is that Schmee Skywalker willed her son into existence using only the Force and her own intent. Had it not been for the overwhelmingly male makeup of the Jedi Council, they would have been able to draw this conclusion and realized that Schmee was actually the prophesied balancer of the Force but their institutionalized mysogyny led them to pick Anakin instead. In this essay I will

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shout out to my fave under-appreciated unbreakable transgender hero

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@arengnera

Brigitte is a Swedish butch lesbian which means she can assemble a table in 1.8 seconds flat

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The dead sea is less salty 😂😂

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Don’t feel bad if you’re sensitive to negative feedback because apparently after one particular bad review Hans Christian Andersen was found just sobbing while lying face down in the dirt

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@all them metaphysical shoppesTM

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Experiencing acute pain does not give you an idea of what living with chronic pain is like. Just because you “hurt your back” for two weeks does not mean you understand what it’s like to live with pain every minute of every day. Telling me you “finally get it” after an occurrence of acute pain makes me realize how little you actually know and understand the very nature of my life. 

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The experience of fandom, especially in the age of the internet, is one of binge reading: most new fans, upon discovering fanfic, gobble it down. The first story you read is usually an eyebrow raiser; shocking, maybe a bit embarrassing. “What is this craziness? Do people really do this? I don’t think I like it. Are they all like this? Let me just look at one more …” And then the next thing you know, it’s four in the morning, it’s three days later, it’s ten years on. You are at your friend’s house, and the floor around you is covered with zines. You are on the internet, and you haven’t showered in days. Your browser history is a dreadful embarrassment. You’ve read roughly forty-five thousand stories, some of them amazing, many of them terrible, and you now have all sorts of opinions about tropes and genres. You have developed a particular taste in fanworks. You really like femslash, or hurt/comfort, or cavefic, or long, plotty gen. But I guarantee you this: no matter what you like, and no matter how much there is of it–there isn’t enough of it. 

And so some readers (and some of you) will start to write. You’ll write the thing you want to read, because how hard can it be? You can do better than that story you read last night. And that other story you read was okay–except, you know what would have been really good? You know what would have been great? This. This is gonna be great.

– Francesca Coppa, The Fanfiction Reader: Folk Tales for the Digital Age (ix-x)

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My co-worker is fostering eight Spinone puppies. They’ve figured out they can move their pen around the house if they work together.

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A bunch of people are disappointed that the Linear B tablets, the earliest written Greek, are all “just” inventory item lists instead of literature. But listen, a Bronze Age shipping manifest can tell a story all its own. Listen.

We know from Linear B writings that the kings of Mycenae had a thing for ebony furniture. Well, ebony only comes from three places: India, Indonesia, and central Africa. All three of these places are a fair distance from Greece; as in, roughly a quarter of the circumference of the earth. Imagine the sheer levels of human ingenuity and raw effort it would’ve taken for a Late Bronze Age merchant to get their load of lumber from point A to point B.

That, that right there, is a better story than Homer.

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The thing that abled people who advocate for the disabled community don’t get is that there are times when disabilities/accommodations clash. Horribly.

Like I spent years having to come up with a solution to get therapy dogs into a series of residence halls. Why years? Because we had to decide who got to stay and who got to leave: the people who needed therapy dogs or the people with severe allergies to animals. Who got the alternative housing? 

Things like fidget toys might seem great for some disabled people but having them in the room could be distracting/overstimulating for others. The same goes with stimming. It can’t be helped but neither can the anxiety that another person in the room feels as they watch/hear it. Additionally, something like a weighted blanket might immediately calm one kid down and send the other one into a panic attack due to the claustrophobia it causes. (*Points to myself*)

Every Metro bus in New York City has a series of seats at the front that can be lifted up to accommodate people in wheelchairs but if I’m in one of those spots then someone with a cane/walker has to journey even further to sit down.

The flashing lights of a fire alarm are there to help deaf/hearing impaired but if they’re not properly timed, they can also cause a person to have a seizure.

The worst part about all of these is that there is rarely a concrete solution that makes everyone happy/safe. And I’m not here to offer any because I don’t know them. I’m just here to remind you all that as you’re taking your education/health classes, as you’re reading your textbooks, as you’re preparing to go be an advocate, just remember that there is rarely ever such a thing as a one-size-fits-all solution to advocacy and that something you do that can help one disabled person might actually hinder another.

Food for thought.

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kill caesar tomorrow