Tag: BRILLIANT

thatdiabolicalfeminist:

robothugscomic:

New comic! (link to good version)

This comic was originally posted on Everyday Feminism.

When we talk about consent, we don’t talk a lot about how consent changes in a relationship. People who have been partnered for 20 years sure as heck don’t negotiate sex and intimacy the same way that people who have met just do, and it would be ridiculous to suggest that they should. As our relationships change, we can use consent activities to build a structure that lets us make assumptions about what the other person wants.

So consent castles are pretty much my favourite thing. It’s how I talk about consent as being the root of a stable, trusting relationship. I like consent castles because they make consent a collaborative exercise – you have to build it together, and then you can live in a giant, beautiful (kinky/cuddly/furry/whatever) castle together. Who doesn’t want a great castle?

I love this! I wanna add that the foundation of your consent castle is everyone feeling/being safe enough to say “no”. The reason long-together people can skip some parts of consent conversations before engaging is that they’ve already made it okay for somone to initiate an ordinary routine and then be told, “nah, I don’t want to today” without it being A Big Scary Deal for everyone.

Even if you’ve gotten pretty good at knowing what your partner likes, there will be times when you think they’re interested but they’re not, and while asking if you’re unsure is still always the best way, in a well-built consent castle your partner can say “nah” and you can both go about your day without either of you falling apart.

a professor that accommodates ptsd? what is this??

thatweirdsister:

Today I was talking to my professor about my ptsd and how it may affect class performance, because it’s a very participation-heavy class. The system that my professor came up with is kind of beautiful, so I want to share it with you guys.

She gave me some neon pink post-its, the kind that can be seen for miles because of how bright they are. If I’m having a flashback, dissociating, panic attack, etc., I can just put one of the post-its on my notebook, or somewhere in front of me on the desk. She’ll take that as a cue to not call on me and not expect me to participate. When I’m ready to engage in class again, I’ll just move the post-it out of sight.

I definitely appreciate having this accommodation, and I plan to use it with my future students someday. It’s simple, works when I’m non-verbal, and it doesn’t look like anything weird or attention-grabbing to classmates.

Fury Road, or Massimilio the Mad

war-rig-ace:

siriustachi:

forthegothicheroine:

salparadisewasright:

forthegothicheroine:

(Partially stolen from @harkerling)

Dramatis Personae:

Massimilio, a madman

Furiosa, an Imperator

Immortale Giovanni, a lord of war

Rictus, son of Immortale Giovanni

Cannibale and Contadino, lesser lords of war

Angela Splendissima, a wife

Capace, a wife

Sapenda, a wife

Daggae, a wife

Fragilia, a wife

Fessura, a soldier

Nux, a dying soldier

my hand ſlipped

YES

@ourfuriosa

The operatic version was composed by Handel and had its first performance in London in 1724.

The voice parts were:

Massimilio – altus (male contralto)

Furiosa – contralto

Immortale Giovanni – tenor

Rictus – bass

Cannibale and Contadino – altus and bass

Angela Splendissima – contralto

Capace, Sapenda, Daggae, Fragilia – sopranos

Fessura – bass

Nux – soprano (trousers role)

The opera was unusual as it was a rare early example of an on-stage instrumentalist – a violinist played the masked role of the “danza guerriera”

Flower shop AU

nixhil:

koscheiis:

shenko:

demisexualmerrill:

Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”

Omfg

MY TIME HAS COME

so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.

im no Florist but I thought I’d try my hand at such a beautiful gift of absolute loathing

downtroddendeity:

On the earlier subject of Discworld, it took me an excessively long time to realize that the storm that sent Vimes back in time in Night Watch was the same one from Thief of Time. Even though it even says in Night Watch that the lightning hit a clockmaker‘s shop and Lu-Tze tells Vimes he “got caught up in an event.”

widdle:

I’m at the pop up globe watching twelfth night and I kid u not the fool basically just went ‘anyway here’s wonderwall’ and is actually fucking playing it with all the audience singing along???? And all i can think is how happy shakespeare would be that his play is being upstaged by a fucking meme

mediavengers:

cassyphace:

mediavengers:

Searching through my bag for lip balm and it’s just tampon tampon… Tampon. Like why are you always lip balm when I have my period, huh? Why are you not lip balm now my lips are like the fracking Atacama here ok

My new favorite poem

Searching through

my bag

for lip balm and it’s just

tampon

tampon

.

.

.

Tampon.

Like

why are you always lip balm

when I have my period,

huh?

Why are you not lip balm

now my lips are like

the fracking Atacama here

ok

copperbadge:

aeriarahim
replied to your post “Leader Of The Free World”

Sam, this storyline needs more chapters. Probably 20 more with a solid 5 chapters of just HRC and Maria Hill being badass.

I’m not gonna lie the discussion of Bucky had me thinking last night about how he probably breaks into the White House without alerting any of the security, just so he can yell at Steve, and then I realized wait. Does the VP live in the White House? That would be the weirdest roommate situation ever, and also a huge security risk.

And I realized I have lived my entire adult life in this country without knowing where the VP lives. But we found out he lives at the US Naval Observatory in a very nice house with a turret. I hope the various VP’s children have been allowed to sleep in the turret, it looks fun. 

So what actually happens is that Clint wakes up to Bucky Barnes straddling his chest, one hand around his throat, growling “Where is Steve Rogers” and Clint is like HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE WHERE IS THE SECRET SERVICE. 

Bucky: …are those the guys in the suits? Yeah I ignored them.
Clint: *gurgles skeptically*
Bucky: Do you not know who I am?
Clint: Need…oxygen…to presidential brain….
Bucky: I just want Steve Rogers.
Clint: Wrong…address.

And then when Steve gets up the next morning Clint and Bucky are sitting in his kitchen drinking coffee because Clint didn’t want to miss Bucky’s EPIC YELLFEST about Steve not being able to keep his politics in his pants, he just RAN OFF and BECAME VICE PRESIDENT, and all this backfires on Clint horribly when Steve is like CLINT MADE ME, I WASN’T EVEN IN THE COUNTRY and Bucky turns on Clint and starts harassing him for being a bad influence.

And Clint is like James Buchanan Barnes, I am the President of the United States, if you’re going to talk to me like that you should at least have an official title and that’s how Bucky became the president’s new personal security secretary. 

“Can he type?”
“No, but he can murder you at three hundred yards using a solo cup and a rubber band.” 

Bucky is like the feral cat your dad inexplicably loves and lets wander around the house. He raids the kitchens, he taunts the Secret Service, he brings strange presents for the administration staff, he sits quietly and STARES at whoever’s talking during Cabinet meetings. He is Tony’s favorite.