if you’re excited for new SHIELD clap your hands
if you’re worried for Fitz and how the writers handle his condition clap your hands
if you’re excited but aware, and you’re emotionally unprepared
if you’re excited for new SHIELD clap your hands
What makes you think I’m in love with Natalia?
(all poses belong to senshistock)
I can’t decide of I’m in love with her or if I want to be her. And I’m okay with that.
UO does horrible, offensive things all the time; take a look if you don’t believe me. This time, though, it’s personal.
That kid up there, Bill Schroeder, was killed at Kent State. He was a friend of my father’s. They were in ROTC together. If it hadn’t been for a single meaningless choice, a roll of the dice, it could’ve been my dad instead of him.
I will give a free digital comic to ANYONE who publicly pledges to boycott UO and its subsidiary brands, Anthropologie, Free People, BHLDN, and Terrain.
They’re not selling the shirt anymore, and they’ve apologized (unconvincingly). The next group of people they dehumanize might not happen to include me. But it’s a sure bet they’re going to keep on being a moral cesspool. The best thing you and I can do, as far as I can figure it, is not shop there, and tell other people not to shop there.
Here’s some info about the comic you’ll get. You can pledge here by reblogging, you can tweet @kwirick, or you can pledge on Facebook. I’ll send you the discount code.
Urban Outfitters made Bill Schroeder a joke. I want to introduce you to him as a person.
Sorry about the non-fandom post, but (a) ugh Urban Outfitters, and (b) kwirick is a super sweet and awesome person.
I don’t buy clothes at any of those places anyways, for various reasons, but ew. If I did, I wouldn’t any more. (Also, I did not know Anthropologie is under the same parent company as Urban Outfitters. Although, in retrospect, I’m not entirely surprised.)
In other news, everyone seems to think I have an accent. (Spoiler alert: Technically, I don’t. This was the best my speech therapist could manage when I was a child to help me make my lisp mostly go away. I am currently staying in my childhood home with my parents, until I get to go claim the keys to my new apartment next month, at which point I am moving a whole twenty miles away. I’m a local, for fucks sake. And even if I wasn’t, this is getting old.) The most frequent guesses I get are New York and Russia.
When a little old Romanian lady cheerfully inquires as to whether I might be one of her countrymen (and takes it well when she learns I am not, but some of my ancestors were from vaguely her neck of the woods) it’s adorable. When a middle aged man refuses to believe that I am from a town half an hour drive away and not New Jersey, it is kind of annoying (or, you know, really annoying; sweet zombie Jesus on a pogo stick, why wouldn’t he shut up?).
Its not my fault that I was born to cosplay as Black Widow. But it is your fault if you’re an ass about being disappointed about me just being a nerd from Ohio (you won’t like me when I’m angry ;P).
Telling your son not to “be such a girl” lets his sister who overhears the conversation know that being a girl is not a good thing and she should be sorry and ashamed of herself.
It also reminds your son that…
I. (Or is it supposed to be “aye”? Whatever. I am in support of this change!)
Do you ever ‘wtf white people’ even though you are a white people.
… So I came out as ace in conversation with someone I was working with today (I don’t always work in the same location, or with the same coworkers, although that will hopefully be changing sometime sort of soon). Best offline coming out I’ve ever had (out of admittedly not very many, for reasons I don’t care to go into at the moment). Like, it was genuinely relevant to our conversation and I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be weird about it, so I mentioned it after prefacing with “don’t tell anyone please and thank you”; she did not act doubtful, did not ask any offensive questions, acknowledged it as a real thing and expressed a generalized annoyance at people who erase orientations on my behalf, and continued the conversation normally.
In other news, my work schedule was changed again today. Which makes this the third or fourth version for this pay period so far. Ew. But on the plus side, one of those changes is that while I no longer have Th-Su off (I didn’t need a four day weekend, really, I got out of town for three days last time I had the weekend off, which was my very first three day weekend), that is because I have next Friday off instead of this Friday now, so I don’t have to work Th-M inclusive in a week or so like I did over Labor Day weekend, so I’m counting it as a win.
The fact that there are so few poc into feedism is a thing I wonder about a lot.
Not many, but…there are a few. I think it’s harder to find fic of feedism POCs. Although…good God almighty. I wouldn’t mind a Sam or Col. Fury feedism fic. Seriously would dig it…
…Feeder or feedee? Because I can def picture Sam as a feeder. o3o With Steve as his feedee, probably. Possibly in the context of a poly relationship with Natasha and/or Bucky, with or without feedist aspects within his relationship with his other partner(s). But I haven’t found quite the right plot yet to write fic of this wonderful partial premise. …I suppose I could just go the PWP route, except that my ability to write sexual content is basically nil. But it’s probably a reasonable activity to attempt during my upcoming long weekend. ???
This is so true it’s not even funny.
I’ve driven past this exact sign multiple times
I’m just amazed it’s so well known
Puts the bar pretty high for Ohio
I JUST ALMOST DIED LAUGHING. So on the way from Cincinnati to Columbus on I-71 there is a billboard: it reads
The next billboard is HELL IS REAL (see above). (SIDE NOTE: The opposite sides of these billboards list the 10 commandments in case you wanted to know)
And while Grandpa’s Cheesebarn is a true slice of Americana that I drive by on my way on my travels between Columbus and Cleveland…
The real highlight of driving in Ohio has passed from reality. It was a sixty-two foot tall statue off of I-75 (Cincinnati to Dayton) best known as “Touchdown Jesus”:
Why has Touchdown Jesus, also colloquially known as “Big Butter Jesus,” passed from reality, you may ask? The answer is that it burned down after being struck by lightning in 2010. Yes you read that right, and, no, I’m not kidding (x):
But lest you fear you will be let down now when driving through Ohio on I-75, know that “Touchdown Jesus” was replaced with a 51-foot statue known as “Hug Me Jesus”
Welcome to Ohio, bitches.
As a native Ohioan who has driven on I-71 between Cleveland and Cincinnati in both directions many times, I can personally attest to the existence of both the “Hell is real” sign and Grandpa’s Cheesebarn. A useful thing to note, if you are driving on this road: in my opinion, the best rest stop is Goasis in Ashland, which is just off the highway, contains multiple restaurant options (Taco Bell, Pizza Hutt, Popeyes Chicken, and Starbucks), very clean restrooms including a gender neutral “family” restroom, a nice selection of convenience store items, and a gas station. It is at the same exit as Grandpa’s Cheesebarn, in case you were wondering.