i’m so sorry if someone made you think it’s hard to love you
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WARNING: new spidey movie has flashing lights and bright colours
The animation style (stunningly beautiful as it is) of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse has a lot of bright colours/fast movement/sudden flashing etc. often accompanied by discordant or ‘glitchy’ sound effects. This begins in the title screen without warning and occurs frequently during plot critical scenes.
The cinema I attended did not have a seizure warning for photosensitive viewers before the movie, so please take care of yourselves and each other, and share this information if you can.
Twenty years from now, kids are gonna think “Baby it’s cold outside” is really weird, and we’re gonna have to explain that it has to be understood as a product of its time.
You see, it used to get cold outside
the kurt wagner effect
you area victim of this effect if you like
- bisexuals
- people w floppy hair
- strange skin of any nature
- sharp teeth
- a certain dashing nonchalance
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Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat. I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy. I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!
This needs to be on my blog.
This is it exactly oh my god.
this very perfectly describes my ace experience. Thank you for this

Really?
The Slytherins That Weren’t
I think it’s important to note how deeply the stigma that surrounded Slytherin infected it’s members. For a while, even for the kids in it, it wasn’t a house of ambition or cunning, it was a house of upholding family traditions rooted in opression, the house You Know Who hailed from.
So yeah maybe the hat took into account kid’s feelings about where they’d want to be placed. The hat might’ve intervened for the sake of muggle borns who had no clue of it’s reputation, after all, why would an all knowing magical hat purposely place students in a place they wouldn’t be safe? Even the ruthlessly ambitious kids (like Percy Weasley for example) might’ve said to the hat, “I’ll never get anywhere as a Slytherin, no one will respect me.”
Taking out those kids, who was even left to be placed in Slytherin? Well, the ones desprate to uphold a family legacy, and yes, the kids who’s parents where in You Know Who’s back pocket. The pure bloods with nothing to fear within the house, and the kids with the brand of ambitious that makes you willing to use fear and bullying tactics to get to the top.
The Slytherins in school with Harry may have been a rotten bunch, but that’s because the truly cunning know to jump from a sinking ship.
Imagine all the Slytherins that weren’t. Imagine the ambitious Ravenclaws at the tops of all their classes not because they loved learning but because you had to have good NEWTS to make something of yourself.
Imagine the ambitious Hufflepuffs making connections and contacts to help them later in life while still in school.
And imagine the ambitious Gryffindors running headlong, unprepared but strong willed, into the battle of Hogwarts ready to save the wizarding world and become a legend or die a hero.
Imagine how many kids in Harry’s time heard a speach from the sorting hat simliar to Harry’s own.
“You could be great in Slytherin”
“I won’t be a Slytherin, not like this. But I will still be great.”
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“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do
“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over
“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put
“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into
“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.
“Don’t take that tone with me!” I exclaim at objects that make strange and sudden unknown noises.
“Stop crying, you’re fine,” I snap as I’m looking for the charger cord for the electronic device beeping demandingly at me.
“Oh nice, real mature,” I snarl at devices that suddenly stop working after I berate them for not working properly.
JESUS CHRIST I HAVE NEVER RELATED SO HARD IN MY LIFE
“Don’t you shout at me” to the till whenever I don’t hit the right button and it beeps shrilly at me.
Report: humans seem to believe that inanimate objects possess a spirit of some sort, and will often address them thinking the item will hear and understand. This makes our previous observations about the joy they experience when blowing things up quite disturbing.
I do this all the time
