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wier-min:

Sasuke isn’t the last of the Uchiha clan…

no see there are probably a ton of shitty companies that cash in on their tragedy by selling junk with the uchiha logo on it. this kid’s not an uchiha he’s just wearing a bootleg shirt.

i’m really disappointed by bukowski.

i read post office because i thought it looked interesting and because as a lit major/potential future english teacher i thought i should read at least one book by him. at first it was really great. i loved reading about the daily grind at a shitty job. it was validating because i’ve done shitty thankless jobs and no one really talks about what goes on in those jobs and how they’re a huge part of life.

then the book turned really frickin’ terrible really suddenly. the main character, who i’d been sympathetic toward, and liked up until that point, raped a woman for no goddamn reason and then the book just went on like nothing happen. there was no consequence, he just did it. the narrative condoned it.

i felt…really goddamn betrayed, honestly. i shouldn’t have. i should have expected this from bukowski but i just got so sucked into the book and so happy about the working class narrative that i just wasn’t expecting such a giant dose of sexism and terrible shit.

never reading anything else by that fucker, that’s for damn sure.

themarkerfairy replied to your post “last night i fell and banged my knee on the stairs. for some reason…”

pain can do that inflicted basically anywhere on your body. you have a nerve in your knee that reacts much like the ulnar nerve in your “funny bone” when you hit it. it’s not unusual for some people to respond to that sort of impact with nausea.

thanks! that actually makes a lot of sense.

dynastylnoire:

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saybrah:

Happy 6 months to my lil star

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OMG THE CUTIE PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

last night i fell and banged my knee on the stairs. for some reason this made me extremely nauseous for like 15 minutes. is that normal? should a minor injury that’s nowhere near my abdomen cause such things?

queer & trans friendly room for rent in Providence! (please signal boost)

miraclemodus:

hey there, residents of the biggest little state in the union!

i’m currently looking for a roommate to share a 3-bedroom apartment on the east side of providence. the room is available now but the lease starts June 1st.

i’m posting this to tumblr because i want to reach out to the queer & trans community and since it’s a long-term situation, i don’t think it’s really suitable for the trans housing network, which seems to be geared toward temporary living situations. if you’re looking for super welcoming, friendly roommates this may be the right room for you!!

we are two cis white women. my roommate is 24 and straight, i am 31 and queer.

PLUSSES ABOUT THE APARTMENT:

  • $325 a month. yes. $325 a month on the east side of providence.
  • no, this is not a joke. $325.
  • parking is included at no extra cost
  • semi-direct sunlight & closet in your room
  • our own entryway and quiet people on the 2nd and 3rd floor
  • close to wayland, wickenden, whole foods, east side market, thayer, and very easy access on and off 195

POSSIBLE PLUSSES BUT ALSO POSSIBLE MINUSES:

  • cat. he loves people and other pets. if you have a cat or a small pet they’re welcome as long as they can co-habitate with ours.
  • very friendly social roommates who love to hang out
  • fully furnished common space (there will not be room for much furniture, so if you have a couch you may have to put it in storage
  • lots of storage space in a very large, very dirty basement

MINUSES:

  • very small room
  • our lease doesn’t allow dogs
  • first floor apartment on a street corner- not much street traffic, but a decent amount of foot traffic. you’ll hear people walking by and talking outside of your room if you keep your window open.
  • VERY hot in the summer.
  • you MUST sign a full-year lease. this is non-negotiable. if you have to move out, it’s your responsibility to keep paying rent & utilities until we find a replacement, but if for any reason you feel uncomfortable or unhappy here i will do my best to find you a new living space. i don’t want anyone here who doesn’t want to be here.

read on for more info!

(before contacting me please check my original post to make sure the room is still available)

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i have never lived with this person but i have been in her apartment and it is pretty much exactly as stated. she’s an awesome person and a lot of fun, so you probably won’t be disappointed. i have no idea if anybody following me needs to live in east providence, but hey, just in case?

if anybody’s interested in joining Flight Rising, which is basically a dragon breeding game similar to neopets but much better, there’s a registration window today. there might not be another one for a while, so if you’re even a little bit interested, take this opportunity. and put down sunmoonandspoon as your referral please.

Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming:

1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling, of curling herself tight like the spiral of a fern, soft, delicate, unwilling to reach out the ivy of her fingers to grasp onto what should rightfully be hers. This is a beast, an elephant, a moving mountain and she is capable of flattening you, she is capable of ruining you, she is capable of making you feel as small and insignificant in her life as she is supposed to be. You are this woman’s footnote to history, you are her side note in song lyrics, you are constantly interrupted by her with a witty joke you wish you thought of. I asked what the problem was with being a steamroller instead of a sunflower and I was laughed down.

2. The Beautiful One, the long hair or the slim waist or the pretty eyes or the lips like bowstrings. This woman looks good in everything because she’s confident in whatever you put her in. She’ll cut her hair short on you no matter how you like it, she’ll wear high heels and step on your opinions, she’ll look hot as hell no matter what size she is. See, the reason you can’t trust her is because women like this don’t need your permission, they’ll do as they please and get away with it. They’ll say no to you, over and over. Teach your daughters that beautiful means dangerous, teach them to distrust women who love themselves. Equate beautiful with vapid, equate pretty with stupid, take their power from them. Say they’re vain for their makeup, refuse to see them without it. These women are snakes, they are serpents. I said maybe the problem lies with you being unable to control yourself and was told to get off my pedestal.

3. A Bitch. Women are supposed to be ladies in the street but will tear skin under sheets. I’m told: Never raise your voice. Speak gently. Submit. Hold your opinion against your lips and when you admit to it, make sure it comes out as a butterfly wing suggestion. Don’t disagree. Don’t undermine someone else’s authority, regardless of whether or not they deserve your respect. Someone touches you, just move away from them. Don’t hit. Don’t talk back. Be like the ruins of Rome, only beautiful if you can’t hear your quiet death.

4. The Needy One. I have heard how others spit when they talk about how she gave you everything and you shoved it back down her throat until she choked on it, until she came back crawling and asked you what she did, until her palms and knees were scraped for want of just a little affection - never be this woman, I’m told, because she’s a joke and the joke is that she dared to have more emotion than you did. The truth is, I’m told, the one who cares less in a partnership is the one who wins. I didn’t know this was a competition.

5. The Cock Tease, certified stripper, how dare that girl look like that and not want me to sleep with her. Lust is always personified as a lady in red with a dress slit up her thigh. Lust is sinful because it’s power, it’s not asking for attention - it’s demanding it. I’m told she is the worst kind of woman, that looking good is supposed to be some kind of shame on her kin. I’m told not to leave the house in such a short skirt, not with a shirt so low, not with a lace back, not with high heels, not dressed like that. My lipstick can’t be too red, my hair can’t be too mussed, I can’t just “turn someone on like that and then leave them wanting.” I mentioned that instant gratification actually ruins our psyche and was told that being led on was “exhausting.” I said that there was a difference between purposefully tricking someone into liking you and just being attractive or friendly. I was told there’s also a difference between coffee and tea but both result in caffeine. I said, “I’ve been turned on in class by the girls I talk to but I didn’t expect anything from them,” and they said, “It’s different, you’re not a man,” but couldn’t explain where that difference was.

6. A Slut, obviously ruined by another person’s touch. It doesn’t matter how many people she’s actually been with, it’s all about the rumors she carries with her. Easy. Harlot. You’ll still try to get with her, you’ll still take her into your bed and kiss her and say things you don’t mean - but you’ll defame her name when you talk to your buddies. My father used to say “A slut is fine for the night, but the virgin is who you take home and marry.” Maybe he didn’t know he was teaching his daughter to hate her sexuality. Maybe he didn’t know that every time she’d be kissed, her whole system would shake until she felt ready to combust, shame and self-hatred shivering against her spine. Maybe he didn’t know she’d disconnect emotions and sex because he always told her, “Boys are different, they won’t care about you.” Nobody said to her that it was okay to experiment. See, the funny thing is, I’m a dancer so I know exactly where my center of gravity is. I know how hard I’ll fall in each direction. Yet out of fear of getting hurt, I won’t let a single person inside of my bed.

7. The Soulmate. Never love romance more than you love being cynical. Never show weakness, never like pink, never think maybe you might find someone nice and settle down with them. Someone will find you, I was told, And if you’re lucky, he’ll put up with you when you start getting old. Never be the woman who believes in happily ever after, never be dumb enough to think maybe someone could love you after all of your mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether or not a family is important to you and you’re in a good place where a relationship would make your life better - you’re not a princess. You don’t get married, you settle.

8. The Girl With Strength, who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt.

9. The Lady CEO: because if you choose work over family, are you really a girl? How dare you fight your way to the top through every pair of eyes that bore through your blouse, through every meeting where you were hushed by the sound of someone else talking, through every time someone called you “sweetie,” how dare you yearn for something. Is your husband the stay-at-home one? I can’t imagine how that is going. He’s not a real man, after all. I don’t give it long before the divorce. How dare you decide you’re happy being single. Don’t you know you’re supposed to bear children. Where is your honor? Where is your wisdom? Who cares if you are the leader, the best suited for your position, the quickest-thinking, the one who makes the hardest clients come back again. Don’t you see? Across history, women have been terrible at success. They always lose their man in the end. (When I said, “I would rather be a famous author than a mediocre mother,” I was told, “No, don’t worry, you’ll be a fine mommy.”)

10. THE GIRL I AM: FIRECRACKER AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND I WON’T FUCKING REGRET IT I’M NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING I’M PERFECT, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP WHAT I’M DOING. I DON’T WANT TO BE “LADYLIKE” THAT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING I’M NOT GOING TO STOP STANDING UP AND DEMANDING WHAT’S COMING TO ME. I’M GONNA BE SOMEBODY. I’M GONNA MAKE THEM REMEMBER ME. I REFUSE TO BE OVERSHADOWED IN HISTORY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CREATE BUT YOU MADE ME A DRAGON YOU PUT ME IN THE FIRE AND WHEN I STOPPED BURNING I LEARNED HOW TO GLOW DON’T THINK YOU CAN STOP ME YOU CAN’T TAME A TORNADO.

In respectful response to a poem tilted, “Ten men women have warned me against becoming." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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