WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG BOY
disappeared into the night
STABBED ME IN THE ARM WITH A NEEDLE, AND LEFT MY SISTER AND ME CONFUSED AND HELPLESS AND I FUCKING TURNING INTO A TITAN AND WAS NEVER FUCKING SEEN AGAIN AND I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS IN THE SHITTING FUCKING BASEMENT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
Since 1980, 3000 native Canadian women have been murdered/gone missing. Indigenous women are five times more likely than other women to die as a result of violence. Sixty percent of known perpetrators are white men.Justice for all Indigenous Women! by Jessica Sabogal | Montréal
Despite push from the UN for a national inquiry, Canada continues to largely ignore the violence against Native Women. x
Mark Gatiss waited almost forty years to realise his childhood dreams of hamming it up as a Doctor Who baddie. He’d clearly be damned if he wasn’t going to squeeze the fun out of every background-featuring frame.
My 9 year old brother started reading Harry Potter, and he asked me, so earnestly, “Were the Dursley’s mean to Harry when he was little?” I hadn’t thought much about it before, and he seemed so upset that I totally lied to that little kid. “NO! Of course they weren’t.”
But then I couldn’t get young Harry out of my head. There must have been a time before he was resigned to their neglect that he wanted their affection.
There will never be a time when I am not absolutely broken up over this.
I used to think about this constantly when I was little and reading the early books. Like who could be that mean to a kid who couldn’t walk? Couldn’t talk? Had no idea what was going on?
Lavoisier is having none of your shit.
Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.
In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.
Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject.
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.
Rebloged for the second one…
friends, this is what we call satire. I’m autistic. I’m not supposed to understand satire. I shouldn’t be the one telling you guys this.
being roommates with Lorde by Carly Incontro
best photoset I’ve ever seen
Wonder Bar, 1934
The Princesses have the TARDIS!
By one of my favorite Deviantartists Karen Hallion.
HAWKEYE “YEAH.” help