Just-skedaddling - Dax

UNCLE RICK PLEASEEEEE

PERCY JACKSON FANS HEAR ME OUT!

It’s season 3 of the PJO show AKA The Titans Curse. Percy (Walker) is sitting in front of Aphordite Goddess of Love and Beauty who just so happens to look like an older version of his best friend Annabeth (Leah) totally unrelated we’re sure.

Then he blinks and the beautiful woman in front of him changes….now she has brown hair and blue eyes she smiles, its Alexandria Daddario movie Annabeth. Just a split second cameo and then she’s gone.

Now a different woman is sitting in front of Percy, a woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes Kristen Stokes Lightning Thief Musical Annabeth. She shifts and changes again.

The final and last woman we see before Percy has curly blonde hair, tanned skin, and stormy grey eyes it’s book Annabeth.

Percy doesn’t realise it but we do. The Goddess of love shows him every version of the girl he loves from every universe he loves her in. It’s beautiful, it’s cinema, it needs to happen.

The well-meaning 101-level phrase "trans men are men" gave people the wrong idea that "trans men are men, and therefore are equal in patriarchy to cis men, and are therefore acceptable targets for our frustration with the patriarchy."

If any of that were true, Nex Benedict would be alive.

Yes, we are what we identify as, as a basic tenet of trans theory. But to act like the patriarchy agrees is just wrong-headed and bonkers. The patriarchy views us as deluded women.

Transmascs experience misogyny. Which in our case weaves into anti-transmasculinity.

Actually tearing up

Do you ever think that River’s message to the Doctor at the library was her last desperate attempt to live? That she knew she shouldn’t have sent it but she hoped maybe the Doctor figured out how to save her anyways?

That if she knew Fourteen existed she must’ve been so relieved to see Ten. That she might’ve been hoping that the future version of the Doctor from long after Darrillium might’ve managed to figure it out after all.

That she could survive.

Only to have her hopes crushed when she realized that not only was Ten not Fourteen. He had also never met her.

After 25 years of losing hope in her continued survival she gains it for just a moment. Only to be horrified at the fact that it was worse than she could’ve ever imagined.

^^^^^

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

THIS IS SO FUNNY OH MY GOD

I thought Tumblr might like this

(Audio by FunkyFrogbait, video by me)

My fav co-parenting cat mums ❤️

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Dying right now

it’s a beautiful day… paget wore a jemily t-shirt to the season 19 table read

This is my favourite TARDIS interior.

It's also what anybody means when they call the TARDIS a rusty, old model-T that's jimmy-rigged to hell and back and packed chock-full of the clutter of lifetimes.

This hit HARD…

What if Mulder and Scully got married in the three days between William’s birth and Mulder’s departure?

What if, when they decided Mulder had to leave to keep their family safe, they couldn’t stand the thought of being apart again without some tangible proof of their bond, evidence that they love each other and promise to be together for the rest of their lives?

What if they strapped Will into his carseat and called Maggie on the way to the courthouse, telling her to meet them there?

What if they tied pieces of string around each other’s fingers because they didn’t have time to buy rings? What if the only photo of that day was a hazy shot of the newlyweds in front of the courthouse, holding their newborn son between them, taken by Maggie on her disposable camera?

What if their wedding night was spent in a tight embrace, neither of them daring to close their eyes, wanting to soak in every last moment of their time together, only letting go to calm their son when he woke?

What if Mulder promised his wife that as soon as they reunited, he’d take her on the world’s most extravagant honeymoon? Anywhere in the world she wanted to go, he’d make it happen.

What if Scully received an unmarked package at her doorstep one day that contained only two things: Teena’s wedding ring and a Polaroid photo of Mulder’s left hand, gold band shining on his ring finger?

What if, each night, Mulder pressed a kiss to their wedding photo, placing it under his pillow before going to sleep?

What if Mulder laid there, months later, on a dingy motel room bed, his forehead pressed to his wife’s, and apologized for ruining their honeymoon plans?

What if Scully pulled him closer, brushed her lips against his ear, and whispered, There’s no place I’d rather be?