sirfrogsworth:

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I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn’t even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help.
He went to guidance counselors for help.
He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne’s lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So… no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

some-triangles:

There are three major types of spiritual practice: first, reaching the spirit by rewarding the body, through ritual feasting, drug-taking and sex; second, reaching the spirit by denying the body, through fasting, cleansing and purification; and third, by abandoning the physical entirely and attempting to reach the numinous entirely via the life of the mind.   In this essay, entitled “Bed, Bath and Beyond”, I will

graznot asked:

A website that is NeilGaiman.com and looked official had you scheduled in Florida, but apparently you were in Woodstock meeting my aunt and cousins (you complemented my aunt’s tshirt, she does have excellent taste). Is the website fake or just not updated? Congratulations on meeting my aunt and cousins, and giving my aunt gloating rights over her older sister (my mother) for being correct. May your day go well.


scientia ullo pretio
neil-gaiman answered:

I’m looking at my website and it seems to have an up-to-date list of appearances at


And I’m not listed as being in Florida until November.

Woodstock Library Fair wasn’t listed in there because it’s a little local event and I didn’t want to overwhelm it with people there to see me talk, or have to deal with hundreds of people who had books to be signed when I was not planning to be there for more than an hour and I have family in town and grandchildren who would need entertainment.

But it was in the local papers which is the way it should be:



I understand the purpose of this post.

But without context the question of “Where is Neil?” Has its own horrific implications. Like… where IS Neil Gaiman? He could be anywhere. Why is everyone concerned about this? Does he need to be stopped? He could be anywhere. Lurking. Lingering. Haunting.

medieval:

nuns and the penis tree

Roman de la Rose, France 14th century.

Paris, Bibliothèque nationale de France, Français 25526, fols. 106v, 160r

Harvest time isn’t for another few months but you gotta see the SIZE of these schlongs! It’s gonna be a good year!

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hxuse-xf-black:

reyaltyy-archive:

lissanaria:

alysia-constantine:

nichtwing:

fromanotherroom:

The Imperial March playing from another room
John Williams
Star Wars

#when darth vader is strutting through the flight hangar and you’re an imperial accountant 2 decks below x

I am not exactly sure why this made me laugh so hard, but it totally did.

Lmao. -clerk at desk looks up, looks at cubicle buddy- ‘We need raises.’ ‘Yep.’

#there’s some plot happening but not in this room

The sound of someone else’s problem

nixtevs-hugo-boss:

this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different

Less Comfort Movies and more “Shows” I suppose?

But there are a few movies.

Howl’s Moving Castle

Spirited Away

The Moomins

And Over the Garden Wall

Those are for sure my top comfort medias I consume.

piosplayhouse:

Shoutout to everyone who has died and come back sluttier each time

It’s just so hard to be this gorgeous and dead at the same time.

coruscas:

It’s impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. Someone who looks at you, who doesn’t know you, who tells you it’s OK, whatever you did, whatever you’ve done: you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness.

Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train

uptheewolves:

apollo-cackling:

everythingeverywhereallatonce:

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i missed this when it happened but. oh my god.

[ID: a tweet by @/mapgar1986 saying,

Every time self taping comes up in SAG- AFTRA discussions I just remember that Lukas Gage clip where an unmuted director complained about having to look at “poor people in their tiny apartments”

/end ID]

[Video Description:

a recording of a self-taped zoom audition. Lukas Gage’s screen is pinned, showing him in front of a small section of his apartment as he prepares to deliver his material.

Tristram Shapeero: [not pictured] “These poor people live in these tiny apartments, like, I’m looking at his- y'know, background and he’s got his TV, and y'know-”

Gage: [pained expression] “Oof, yeah, unmuted-” “I know it’s a shitty apartment, that’s why- give me this job so I can get a better one.” “Alright. Ready?”

Shapeero: “Oh my god I am so, so sorry, Lukas- [unintelligible] I’m so sorry.”

Gage: [overlapping, jokingly] “No, it’s totally-” “Listen, I’m living in a 4x4 box, it’s fine, just give me the job and we’ll be fine.”

Shapeero: “No I’m- I’m mortified.” [overlapping a burst of awkward laughter from another participant]

/ End Video Description]

I am fucking mortified. Who in their right mind in their own world in their own fucking words has the audacity to make a comment about someone who is living in the places that they are living? How dare you make comments about the living places of others. Their Homes. They safe spaces. Their Life. Like it’s something to mock or is something that they have the right to complain about?

How dare you. HOW. DARE. You. Bloody disgusting. Bloody fucking disgusting behaviour.

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