Humans are terrible

My first encounter with the Skinwalker myth was from the Dresden Files, where one is introduced by giving Harry one hell of a poke in the 3rd eye, a freaking archangel talks about it like a disappointing cousin, Harry gives it literally everything he has and then some just to bloody its metaphorical nose, and one of…

This actually makes me uncomfortable. I know you mean well, but it’s the same thing when people call me a hero just because I’m a veteran. I prefer to think of myself as nothing particularly special, because having courage or being a hero comes with a lot of obligation and responsibility baggage.

Men get harassed too! Men get raped by women! I’m not going to do anything about this fact, it just means you should shut up!

So, I imagine that if a gay/bisexual guy—let’s just say it’s Jean Claude Van Damme—were to act exactly the same, including pulling you into a kiss at the end of the interview, you’d be okay with it?

You know what I take from all this?

I’m currently wrestling with my own gender identity and leaning more and more towards some form of trans every day. I have two sisters: My oldest sister is married with three kids, my middle sister is a lesbian.

That’s fo’ sho’.

At no point did they see Coster-Waldau, wearing whatever the hell he’s wearing in the picture up top

Snake is just some A+ brooding white male material. He has: a scar, a troubled past, an amazing voice (thank you, David Hayter and, to a far lesser extent, Kiefer Sutherland), he wears skintight pants, he’s mysterious, he looks good in an eyepatch. He even smokes. There was at one point, however, a complex fan theory…

Is anyone else kinda bored of boobs? I I mean, I love them as much as the next guy but our culture spends so much time and energy shoving them in my face they’re barely even erotic anymore. Can we as a culture start obsessing over something else? Bellies jiggle and are erogenous zones. Can we at least fetishize cute…

...have you seen many Jean Claude Van Damme films?

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My friends and I gather regularly at one of their houses, which is located in the backwoods of the Appalachians where there is absolutely zero cell signal. None. First time I took my girlfriend out there to meet everyone, I said “You know, you must really trust me.”

I’m just in general a big fan of songs done in different styles. It can make you rethink the original. Postmodern Jukebox is a treasure trove of this, and they go both ways. From redeeming the unfathomably awful Wiggle by replacing Jason DeRulo with a white woman (and a long-ago appropriated swing style):

Also excellent, from Bani-Chan on Tumblr:

To be fair, an outsider’s perspective can often do that. A talented individual, even an amateur, can find flaws in long-established systems that someone raised in that system would ignore.

There’s been quite a few on the TV shows, not to mention several gender swaps.

Gamer is one of those movies that feels like it was written by at least two people that never talked to each other. A lot of it is just insanely stupid, but then the ending comes out of nowhere in its brilliant insanity by including a musical number and having the villain defeated by “Don’t think about a polar bear.”

Yeah, but now we have a gazillion times more slutty sluts slutting it up all over everyone but me! That’s a bigger tragedy than any form of cancer!