I love how when they “stopped off” in Portland and Hardison immediately:

1. Bought a microbrewery/bistropub
2. Turned the back rooms into their office
3. Found them a client



I also love how they cut a hole in that wall with a CHAIN SAW and we never ever even once saw a door there, or another space. They just did that to fuck with Nate and I approve.

Six months after Nate and Sophie leave Portland, that damned painting mysteriously appears outside their villa in Comporta. Nate tries to ban it from the house. Sophie makes him sleep on the porch until he learns how to graciously accept a gift like a functional human being.

I love how Hardison approaches moving into Nate’s life especially. Like, “uh, excuse me, I think it’s more like you retroactively moved into my life. My property. This property. That I own.” 

What’s even better about the mystery hole is that John Rogers was asked about the fact that it was never referenced again, and his response was “BEHIND THAT DOOR IS WHERE YOUR FANFICTION HAPPENS”.

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there’s not  enough bruce banner on my dash and i’m fixing that 4/

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im-just-a-line-in-a-song asked:

What does the birthday think of the sexy corn costume



The Birthday does not answer Asks that are not requests for admission.  But I have some thoughts.

Look: I love sexy costumes.  If you want to be a sexy lamp, go with the Great Pumpkin and be fabulous in your fringe and your heels and your sexiness.

What I have an issue with is the way that “sexy” is more and more consistently the only option offered to women above the age of four.  Yes, four.  Four and under, you get the unisex costumes.  When I search “corn costume,” I find adorable toddlers dressed as ears of corn and big triangular candy corn, and it’s like something out of Gravity Falls.  So cute.

But then you hit five/six, and the gendered costumes become inescapable.  No more cute unisex for you: things are either cut too large to work on the average female body—the only non-sexy store-bought corn costume is for an adult male, and I know men who would be swimming in the thing—or they are sexy.  Sexy sexy sexy.  Why would you even be going out on Halloween, if you didn’t want to sexy?  SEXY IS THE NEW CREEPY.

The sexy costumes, the short skirts and the low bodices and the package pictures with pouty lips and thrusting hips and “this is the norm,” start at six years old.  Frequently, it’s just the adult costume sized down, maybe with some tights and a slightly higher neckline.  Maybe not.

Going to the Halloween store should not feel like a trip to the lingerie store.  Especially not when I’m going there with kids who want a costume that will stand up to collecting all the candy ever.

"Just make your own" isn’t really an option in a world where we don’t prioritize learning to sew.  Paying someone to make you one is equally not an option: if you’re at the Spirit Store, looking sadly at the sexy corn, you probably can’t afford a bespoke costume.

If “Sexy Corn” was part of a range that included “Corn—large,” “Corn—small,” “Sexy Corn—miniskirt version,” and “Sexy Corn—assless chaps version,” I would be fine with it.  As it exists, right now, it is representative of a larger issue with how Halloween has been sexualized, and how we start limiting the choices of our girls as early as FIVE FUCKING YEARS OLD.

The Great Pumpkin does not approve.  And neither do I.


Anonymous asked:

Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.








Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.

Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.

That’s the art you mean, right?

Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.

It’s interesting though — the culture of shame surrounding adult women and fandom. Even within fandom it’s heavily internalized: unsurprisingly, mind, given that fandom is largely comprised by young girls and, unfortunately, our culture runs on ensuring young girls internalize *all* messages no matter how toxic. But here’s another way of thinking about it.

Sports is a fandom. It requires zealous attention to “seasons,” knowledge of details considered obscure to those not involved in that fandom, unbelievable amounts of merchandise, and even “fanfic” in the form of fantasy teams. But this is a masculine-coded fandom. And as such, it’s encouraged - built into our economy! Have you *seen* Dish network’s “ultimate fan” advertisements, which literally base selling of a product around the normalization of all consuming (male) obsession? Or the very existence of sports bars, built around the link between fans and community enjoyment and analysis. Sport fandom is so ingrained in our culture that major events are treated like holidays (my gym closes for the Super Bowl) — and can you imagine being laughed at for admitting you didn’t know the difference between Supernatural and The X Files the way you might if you admit you don’t know the rules of football vs baseball, or basketball?

"Fandom" is not childish but we live in a culture that commodified women’s time in such away that their hobbies have to be "frivolous," because "mature" women’s interests are supposed to be caretaking, via marriage, children, and the lives of those within an imagined (generally nuclear) family unit: things that allow others to continue their own special interests, while leaving women without a space of their own.

So think about what you’re actually saying when you call someone “too old” for fandom. Because you’re suggesting they are “too old” for a consuming hobby, and I challenge you to answer — what do you think they should be doing instead?

The gendering of fantoms is fascinating. Just think about how sports fandom permeates our culture, with their cosplay and swag, then come at me and tell me discussing/critiquing/podcasting about media is weird.

This reminds me of that time I had a troll pestering me for a few days trying to tell me that my life was sad because I spent my time “examining [Doctor Who episodes] in excruciating detail.” Because when a guy examines a TV show and writes about it, it’s a proper episode review, but when a girl does it, she’s just a crazy fangirl on Tumblr.

Lots of food for thought here

And yet, when people (admittedly, usually men) spend years of their lives studying the works of the Venerable Bede, Thoreau, Milton, Steinbeck, they are scholars, as are women who do the same with Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Hildegarde von Bingen, Elizabeth I, Catherine the Great, Edith Wharton, Edna S.t Vincent Millay, though with Millay noses are lifted, with all of the women the issues of childbirth and childbirth are raised.  Were they good mothers; were they bad ones.  Were they good homemakers?  No wonder Woolf’s single most famous work is “A Room of One’s Own.”  The men who “let” their wives have room to create are given brownie points; the women who are forced to create time for there husbands’ muses while scrabble to put the bills aren’t much considered, are they, unless they’re congratulated on being so fortunate as to be enthroned by the knee of greatness.  How many “unimportant” careers that might have grown into important ones were left by the side of the road, do you suppose, discarded so a man’s far more important one was given space in which to flourish?


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Michelle Rodriguez laying down truths

That third gif also sums up the reason why so many queer women in fiction get treated like shit and why we barely get acknowledged as existing at all

These pathetic excuses for writers have no idea how to write a woman who doesn’t want to fuck a man

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RIGHTT!!!!??  That was the most amazing panel that year even WITH RDJ walkzing down the halls after. Fucking badass and amazing.

And she wants you to read Lazarus by Greg Rucka.

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People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 

When we got Lex, he had been stray for some time. We found out not long after we got him that he has seizure syndrome/epilepsy. We’re pretty sure that he was dumped, and that this is why he was dumped. He was on his 11th hour when we rescued him — we spoke up and said we’d foster him literally within the last hour to two before he would have been put to sleep. It’s gruesome, people. (That’s really what it’s like for people who work in rescue — running up to the wire trying to find foster situations for dogs who are within hours of dying).

Not too long after he came from the shelter, and he decided he was not our foster but he would be staying with us forever, we had to take him to the vet. We put him in the back of the big old car that we had at the time, and the back seat was down. Poor Lex was sliding all over the place, trying to control his big old clumsy Lab/Airedale self.

We pulled over at the side of the road so that my spouse could put the back seat up and get Lex more comfortably situated… 

… and Lex crawled back into the back corner of the car, tucked his tail under his body, and started freaking out, shaking and crying. I’m convinced the only reason he didn’t piss himself in fear is because we’d just walked him before putting him in the car. 

That was when we knew for sure that someone had pulled over and thrown him out of a car.

After that first vet visit, when we brought him home at the end, Lex became more comfortable with the car, and now he trusts us to take him in the car and bring him home.

Dogs remember. Dogs know. Dogs have rich emotional lives of which their people are the center

Here are my two cents: so do cats. They aren’t as demonstrative, but people who think that cats don’t bond with their owners are uneducated at best. The first cat I adopted, Bunny, has the same sorts of attachment/abandonment issues that any dog in the same situation would have. He was dumped by a family in north Philly and lost his tail to gangrene while he was a stray. And he still cries for twenty minutes every night when I go upstairs to bed because he doesn’t like when I’m out of his sight. I’ve taken him across the country with me and he’s still afraid I’ll leave him behind.

Reblogging, as always, for commentary. My dad’s cat sits on his travel case when he is packing to go away on business, and when he moves the case off of the bed, she will burrow under the covers of their neatly-made bed.

I miss my cat, Asimov, who got sick and died when he was just 4, but I’m never sorry I adopted him. He had been at the humane society for 7 months when I got him, and he was 11 months old. Seven months. I was told he’d been “surrendered” by his previous owners, who moved to no-pet housing.

Asimov waited for me at the door whenever I came home, whether I’d been gone two hours or two days. His favorite place was as close to me as possible - if I sat on the couch, he was plastered against my thigh. If I sat on the old wing-back chair, he was on the arm or the back or (occasionally) underneath it.

I plan to adopt a couple of cats in a few years (I’m not in a position to right now) and kittens are cute and all, but I want adult cats, a year or two old at least.

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