Let me tell you, there’s a queer club night in the UK called Gal Pals that caters exclusively to queer women and NBs and only plays music by women and when It’s Raining Men came on last time you’d have thought the crowd was full of middle aged housewives. A banger is a banger is a banger, you just gotta let the music go innit
Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s 3 years of constant hormone therapy, 4 years of voice training, 12 sessions of facial hair removal, bottom surgery by the best surgeon in the country,
the thing is this dashboard change isnt the end of the world ill get used to it whatever im just fucking dying of embarrassment that its supposed to look like twitter
twitter gets run over by a bus and the next day tumblr comes 2 school wearing her clothes like. oh my god come on
It gets even better, because he was doing all of this on a pitch black night. This dude swam towards a lure, slapped at it with his glove, and when it got caught; he let himself float and tugged on the line so the fisherman thought he had hooked a 100+ pound salmon. Once he was finally up to the shore, he turned a flashlight on in the guy’s face and walked out of the water, saying “good morning, gentlemen. State fish and game warden, you’re under arrest.“
At this point, the guy who had reeled him in had literally fallen over in shock, and the other people with him were scared shitless. The warden whipped some citations out of a plastic bag in his wetsuit, made the trespassers sign them, asked if they had any questions, and then gathered all of their fishing gear. And he just. Walked back into the river. And quietly swam away, without another word.
This man is a legend.
warden coming out of his river to shame fishermankind
I literally don’t have the space for any more physical books, but I’ve downloaded every Underrealm book on Kindle. I read The Alchemist’s Touch specifically because of this post and I seriously can’t recommend the Underrealm books enough. they are absolutely fantastic.
I don’t really read anymore, not like i used to. And of i get a masters this year like i am planning to then that isn’t going to change. But hell yes I’m going to go and buy these books because THIS is exactly the kind of thing that i want to support!
YISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
One day I will have a job and a bank account and I will have money from the job in the bank account and I will use some of the money to purchase these books
Hey did you
did you know
did you know we have a podcast now and you can literally listen to the books for free.
(You probably didn’t. That’s okay because it’s very new).
It’s slower than buying and reading them, but it’s great if you have no book budget but you do have some listening time!
as 90% of desktop users have probably found out, today @staff released an update that for some insane reason COMPLETELY remodels the dashboard to replicate twitter’s. this is of course in the wake of numerous other thoroughly hated changes and a continued refusal to fix any of the site’s actual problems, half of which stem directly from site management.
HOWEVER, thanks to the power of jQuery, i was able to throw together a userscript that remodels the dashboard back to its original look almost perfectly.
here is my dashboard right now, with the script active:
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and here is the old dashboard in separate tab container that hasn’t received the update:
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it’s hardly perfect; i had trouble making it force reload to the fixed layout when switching between other pages and the dashboard, and it currently only fixes just the dashboard. it’s also completely untested on browsers other than firefox, and chances are it looks a bit screwy on ultrawide monitors. but for now at least, it’s a good fix.
the unfucker is a tampermonkey userscript. all you have to do to use it is install the tampermonkey extension, hit “create new script”, and replace the default code on the page with the script (link here) and save it.
Hello! Could I ask what your opinion on pit bulls is? I recently came across a thread where people were discussing the breed and the general conclusion seemed to be that pit bulls are inherently unpredictable and dangerous due to the jobs they were bred for and that people who defend pit bulls or own them are ignorant of this.
I understand that pit bulls were bred for a particular job that and that it might make them more predisposed towards being aggressive or overly protective, but are they really...more unpredictable than other breeds? Most people even suggested that there is something "wrong" with pit bulls that other dogs don't have going on.
I don't know too much about this topic, so I thought that I'd ask for your opinion, since you work with animals closely and seem to hold opinions based on research and facts.
If you asked me to choose amongst a German shepherd, chihuahua, a dachshund, a cattle dog, a doodle, and a pitbull to walk blindly into a room and interact with, I will choose the “pitbull” every time. The vast majority of these dogs are either outright delightful doofuses, with much of the remainder being nervous but sweet and wanting reassurance. Yes, some are aggressive but so are some labs. Yes, some of it factors into temperament of the parents but socialization is also very important.
This is probably where those people are coming from. Yes, these dogs often have very high prey drives and can be very dog reactive. But that isn’t the same as unpredictable or dangerous. It does require consistent and careful management though, which is often beyond a lot of people no matter what breed is displaying the prey drive or dog reactivity.
See, historically there have always been people who saw an extra layer of gayness on certain pairs of fictional people (you just thought of several), and people Back Then even wrote their own fanfic (or as they were called at the time, “pastiches”), but the first widespread queer fanwork to really define the fanfiction genre was KIRK AND SPOCK. Kirk/Spock. K/S. The very first slashfics.
Why this work was vastly, overwhelmingly written by straight women is a discussion for another time, but it was, so that’s the main perspective I’m gonna consider here.
How do you - a statistically middle-class, 30+, stay-at-home wife and mother - how do you write slashfic ao3-style in the 1960’s before the internet?
Carefully.
Through letters with friends, phone calls, pen pals, and sometimes - sometimes - clandestine meetings of small groups. Whole novels were written communally, round-robin style, by sending typed or handwritten additions chapter by chapter to each other. These were all underground, some deep underground; even the early Trekkie fanzines of the time wouldn’t touch them.
And keep in mind, few of these stories were explicitly even sexual! But they were all about a very, very close relationship between two men. In the 1960’s.
Guess how cool everyone else was about this.
Actually, for their part, Gene Rodenberry and the other writers were fine with it, saying that they had deliberately written the characters to be two halves of a whole, and if you wanna read it that way, yeah sure, go right ahead. Shatner and Nimoy took it all in good humor, and seemingly still do, each guy basically gesturing to the other and chuckling “I mean, who wouldn’t?”
But elsewhere there was vicious backlash against The Premise, and not just within the fandom. This was still at a time in the US and UK when various “sodomy” and “decency” laws made no distinction between homosexual sex acts and just, like, directly lighting another man’s cigarette with your cigarette in public. (That, sadly, is not a fucking joke.)
It was probably the closest some suburban cishet women came to understanding the pain of being in the closet. They had to protect this secret from their friends and family at all cost. There were cases of divorces where women lost custody of their children because their writing had come to light.
Can you imagine having such a burning desire to write for your OTP that you were willing to lose everything over it? Even if you were never caught, you still had to be willing to wait weeks, months, to receive a letter in the mail that you had to carefully intercept, read in secret, and then add your own chapter t, also in secret, and then send off, perhaps never to be seen again.
These people were goddamn heroes, and they laid the foundation for the world we live in today. A world where we can read, write, comment on, or share - in a matter of seconds! - literature about two background characters from two different franchises enjoying a really specific kink involving vacuums or something. And that’s objectively amazing.
Raise a toast to our fanfiction elders, who simped in the darkness so we could simp in the light of day.
I'm not going anywhere.
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