There will be a day I don’t reblog this after seeing it on my dash. Today is not that day.
No but – to anyone who doesn’t know a single magpie is bad. There’s a nursery rhyme for it;
“ One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret, Never to be told. Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss, Ten for a bird, You must not miss.”
He knows he must be fucked if there’s only one Magpie
Prince William was given an avocado for his wife Kate by a schoolboy today. His mum suffering from severe sickness too
My favourite thing about this is that he doesn’t know the story behind the avocado at first, he just thinks this little boy has presented him with a weird fruit and he does the typical royal thing and graciously accept.
I love this because “heir to the throne of England graciously accepts an avocado” is such a 16th century sentence.
the fact that the weight of chris and scarlett still doesn’t equal to thor look at their feet actually sliding lmao hemsworth is strong af
Look how fuckin DELIGHTED evans is holy shit
Chris Evans is like a three year old who thinks Chris Hemsworth, age five, is a deity. In every image where they’re together he’s almost invariably adoring. There’s one where Hemsworth has him in a headlock and Evans is just like “this is my life now and that’s ok.”
I’m a chronic multiple tabber. And I’m not talking five or ten or twenty. This evening, I looked at my browser groaning under ninety odd tabs and decided EVERYTHING MUST GO. The tumblr posts I’ve been meaning to reblog, the fic I’ve had open for over a year…. all of it.
So for the last five hours, I sat and did that. All the tumblr links are in a txt file, I’ll get to them maybe. All the fic, I also saved the links of, but saved a download of each story, too, in case of author deletion. I didn’t count, but it’s in the hundreds.
Now, I just have social media, email, a short story, and four ravelry patterns I’m tossing up between for my holiday project.
I feel cleansed, but also like I’ve just run one of those army survival courses with obstacles and booby traps and also maybe occasional gunfire.
It probably doesn’t help that it’s 5am, but I couldn’t sleep and this was the only quiet time I’d had in weeks where I actually had the focus to do it, so.
Hey can cis women stop doing this to trans women’s posts, its incredibly disrespectful and unless you’re going to end it with “I agree” / ”I support this” (spoiler alert none of them said this) leave us the fuck alone with your cis nonsense, we don’t fucking need it.
Also if you leave “as a female” like the first one i will literally come to your house and kill you.
is it okay for cis people to reblog this?
Yes, definitely!
Anyone who isn’t a trans woman can totally reblog this and it is super appreciated!
I tend to tag things of this nature with ‘transgender’ and ‘ally’ rather than feeling the need to state my own gender. Is this appropriate? I understand that language is a moving target, and I am trying to be neutral on my own part but supportive.
Sitting here feeling the medium-grade anxiety that is my normal, complete with hypervigilant perseveration, and thinking, y’know, I have Valium now. I’ve taken it once since being prescribed it, for a severe anxiety dream that woke me up in a panic, but I haven’t been taking it for the crap I deal with as a matter of course.
So I thought, well, I’ll draw a card first. See what it says.
I shuffled the heck out of my Wild Unknown and drew The Moon, reversed.
Which is basically the card form of saying, yeah, you have fear and anxiety, and you know they’re about illusions, not reality, BUT YOU HAVE TOOLS SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS, YOU INFANT.
So, I took a Valium.
What my decks lack in subtlety they make up for in smacking me upside the head, apparently.
knitting in the dark 