Inktober day 15 gets colored!
Brigitte Bardot at her house La Madrague at St Tropez.1960.
Nicolas Tikhomiroff
Brigitte Bardot at her house La Madrague at St Tropez.1960.
Nicolas Tikhomiroff
masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.
me @ dinner parties
lets see what some dude says this time I reblog this lmao
what am I even doing anymore
what does this all mean
Somebody once told me the
CHAAAAAAANGE
Is gonna roll me
I said yep. What a concept
On her forehead
Somebody
Somebody
Some
Once asked
Is gonna roll
On her forehead
Well the years start coming and they don’t stop
some
But the Meteor men beg to differ
But the Meteor men beg to
differ
Hey now
Somebody once
Hey now
But the Meteor men
But the Meteor men
On her forehead
You’ll never shine if you don’t
body
Hey now, you’re an Allstar
You’re an Allstar
CHAAAAAAANGE
Hey now, you’re a Rockstar
You’re an Allstar
On her forehead
All that glitters is
some
Only shooting stars
Only shooting stars
Only
Some once told me
(STATIC)
But the Meteor men beg to differ
It’s getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you
Pretty thin
The ice we skate
The hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate
Meteor men
(THE WORLDS ON FIRE)
How’s about yours
yours
forehead
Hey now, you’re an Allstar
Somebody asked could I
…
I said yep, what a concept
yep
yep
yep
what a concept
what a concept
(whistling)
I like that boat
That is a nice, nice boat.
I like that boat
That is a nice, nice boat
(amalgam of nice nice boat, all that glitters and only shooting stars)
I said yep what a concept. I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little
CHAAAAAAANGE
this is humor on a level i was not prepared for. this is a work of genius
Somewhere a man sits naked, cold and wet in a room too small while his CIA interrogators play this on a loop.
Anonymous asked:
marauders4evr answered:
Jello, Popsicles, Soup Broth.

Nah, I never joke about Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth…

Indeed, I am!
I’m a disability advocate whose triggers are Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth.
I legit just lost a follower over this.
They must be really big fans of Jello and/or Popsicles and/or Soup Broth.
For those who have trouble detecting sarcasm - the last sentence about them being fans of said foods was sarcastic. But a few people have really unfollowed me over this.
The other three replies, including the original, are serious.
Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth are my legit triggers. I would never joke about that.
I know it sounds bizarre. But trust me, I’m serious.
(I’m also not a big fan of fluorescent lights.)
It should be noted that I haven’t received this many death threats since the Great Snape War of 2013.
This is by far my favorite reply:

Yeah, yeah, I know it’s Saturday, but learning is fun.
I’ve had seven surgeries in my lifetime and will probably have many more in the future. And one such surgery, which happened about nine years ago, involved really fun (*sarcasm*) things like tubes that are shoved up your nose and end up in your stomach (I know, I didn’t think it was possible either until they did it), eight gallons of really disgusting fluid, pain, lots of pain, and the direct order that I had to evacuate every single bit of food that was inside me.
And that was before the surgery even began!
After the surgery, I had to stay in the hospital for about a month.
And I was on what’s called a clear-liquid diet.
What’s a clear-liquid diet?
For this particular hospital:
Water, Jello, Popsicles, and Soup Broth.
A meal that was delivered to my hospital room three times a day.
That’s all I was allowed to eat.
For those of you who enjoy doing math: I was in the hospital for a month, which is roughly 30 days. I had to eat this meal three times a day. That’s 90 bowls of soup broth, 90 containers of Jello, and 90 Popsicles. Ninety times I had to eat these things. In the span of a month. 90.
Which means that nine years later, I am actually physically unable to eat these three items without vomiting. It’s a sensory trigger.
So why didn’t I talk about this from the beginning instead of enduring four death-threats, six unfollows, and nineteen messages/comments (not including the death threats and the ones that just said ‘Popsicles, Jello, Soup Broth’ over and over again)?
Well, there’s two reasons.
A.) I don’t have to. People don’t ever have to explain why something is triggering to them. Once they say that it is, it should just be a given.
And
B.) The above comment is right. I am a disability advocate. And part of that advocacy includes advocating on behalf of people with triggers. And so, you’ve all been part of a social experiment for the past few hours - an experiment to see how people react when they see that someone has really bizarre triggers (out-of-context).
And I’m a bit sad to say that many of you have failed. Even other people with triggers and/or other advocates.
So listen because this is really important:
And you know what?
You cannot assume that someone is joking, you cannot assume that they’re mocking other people with triggers that are more commonplace or ‘sensible’, you cannot assume that they are anything less than genuine.
Class Dismissed.