frigidloki:

frigidloki:

do you ever have those bloggers that you know by a nickname you kinda just gave them and you get excited to see them on your dash even though you’ve barely/never spoken to them ever

reblog if it’s okay for ur followers to come into your inbox and tell you what they nicknamed u

Hey Canadians.

My 7 year old son just picked up a flyer from the mail and opened it to find graphic depictions of cut up babies. So i got to explain to my child, who tries not to step on ants because they might suffer, what abortion is.

If you are or know people who are sensitive to this kind of stuff, protect them/yourself. The pamphlet has ultrasound images on the front. Throw it out unopened.

Share please, there are already news reports of little kids throwing up because they’re so frightened. (link has graphic images.)

justakansasboy:

You know what like, I can accept a lot of the superfam erasure. I can accept Chris, he appeared in just a few arcs. I can accept Cir. I can accept Mon and I can accept that. I will be angry about it but I can accept DC’s reasoning. They want a small family and they want Clark to be free from most ties to humanity because he’s not supposed to be too human and whatever. Whatever. I can accept that they don’t give a shit about his story and what would make him happy or the value of having a family.

But Kon? Kon? You’re telling me we can’t have Kon? The character who represented growing up without that and what being Superman means? The kid that we SAW grow up before our eyes? We SAW him grow up. We SAW him learn responsibility and humility and even go through phases like a normal kid. Everything that he went through, everything that he learned. And he doesn’t mean anything. Kids who grew up with Superboy. Who matured with him and saw him love and lose and have friends and family and find meaning and get a NAME. Who discovered who he was with him. And we even saw his future we saw he would be SUPERMAN.

And he’s gone. He doesn’t matter. None of them matter.

Whatever.

valarhalla:

valarhalla:

Fun fact: Tenochtitlan fell in 1521. From 1603 onwards, large numbers of honest-to-god fricking Japanese Samurai came to Mexico from Japan to work as guardsmen and mercenaries. 

Ergo, it would be 100% historically accurate to write a story starring a quartet consisting of the child or grandchild of Aztec Noblemen, an escaped African slave, a Spanish Jew fleeing the Inquisition (which was relaxed in Mexico in 1606, for a time) and a Katana-wielding Samurai in Colonial Mexico.

Also a whole bunch of Chinese Characters BECAUSE MEXICO CITY HAD A CHINATOWN WITHIN TEN YEARS OF THE FALL OF THE AZTEC EMPIRE.

For everyone planning to kill themselves in the event of a Trump victory:

halorvic:

toastweasel:

glumshoe:

kapriicious:

mabgoblins:

glumshoe:

Don’t.

We need you. The world needs you. We’ve been through this before, in one way or another, and we have prevailed. Who benefits from your death? Only those who want you silenced.

There will be blue skies ahead. There will be triumphs. This is not the end of the world.

Do not go gentle – we are here today because of the stubborn refusal of our predecessors to go away. There are oases even in the darkest of times. You are not alone, and you have not been abandoned. There *will* be blue skies ahead, and you will live to see them.

Stay strong, loves. Even if it happens, we can recover. Don’t give up! It’s not over yet~

this is actually really strange

because i just posted that i might kill myself if he wins

thank you.

The world is larger and stranger than you or I can possibly imagine. There are always going to be surprises waiting for us, and countless numbers of them will be beautiful and inspiring beyond words. Stick around for them.

This is not the end of the world. So much of it is ugly and painful and cruel, but don’t forget let the shadows cloud your vision. There will be brilliance yet, and I want all of you to be part of it.

Stay with us. Stay for ice cream, for sunrises, for kisses or Star Trek or spite or art or video games or cats or gentle mornings or campfires or more episodes of your favorite TV show. Stay for poetry, or for sunflowers, or random hookups at the club. Stay for yourself. Stay for your friends. Stay for love. Stay for a chance to say “I told you so”.

I can’t promise you anything, except this: you won’t regret it.

Please don’t kill yourself. Please.