i am duckie, sometimes called caolan. i am 19. i am a georgetown uni student, and will hopefully remain so for the next 4 years. i am a poshingtonian. i am genderfluid. i prefer the pronouns "they," "them," "their," etc. i am pansexual, though also gray-asexual. i am an aspiring music douche and, ultimately, music therapist. i am a sex educator (which sometimes makes this blog NSFW). i am not particularly healthy in the head. i am an asshole. i am sorry. i am a social justice blogger. i am not sorry. i am genderfunkadelic. most importantly, i am a sexy lumberjack.

i try to comprehensively use content warnings, but if i miss anything or you'd like me to tag a certain type of post, please tell me and i will. i'd be real grateful if you would PLEASE tag trypophobia, body horror, images of damaged skin, and anything that includes the term "emo" (or just don't use it).

this, right here - this is my design.

 

mushroomtale-fanart:

Wow uhm, I think I have at least ten Sansa-related requests right now, so I hope you guys don’t mind I did these together. Two for this week — I think I’m finally getting the hang of this… *fist pump* Sophie Turner is so pretty! ;___;

that looks bad.

this is the extent of clint’s presence in bw2014. he does what he always does and nat drinks some more coffee.

theonekierce:

This needed to happen:




sociallychallengednerd​
Natasha walking through the Avengers tower with her angry face on and Clint thrown over her shoulder fireman style she just storms past everyone and no one speaks Clint just hangs there and sadly waves to everyone as they pass

theonekierce:

This needed to happen:

sociallychallengednerd

Natasha walking through the Avengers tower with her angry face on and Clint thrown over her shoulder fireman style she just storms past everyone and no one speaks Clint just hangs there and sadly waves to everyone as they pass

sassy-hook:

pleasant-trees:

aprilsvigil:

manticoreimaginary:

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

#I watched this for too long to not reblog

sassy-hook:

pleasant-trees:

aprilsvigil:

manticoreimaginary:

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

(Source: ohrobbybaby)

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via psych-facts)

i almost regret quitting gospel choir because every week the president sends out an email that includes at least one pun. this week she requested the following for our attire: “bring out your finest colours as summer comes to a clothes.”

gwenlightened:

rainekitty:

medschool-thenbabies:

Telling your son not to “be such a girl” lets his sister who overhears the conversation know that being a girl is not a good thing and she should be sorry and ashamed of herself.

It also reminds your son that being a boy is better than being a girl and therefore he is better than any girl he will ever meet.

In russian if you cry you get called a cabbage. Vote to change “dont be such a girl to “dont be such a cabbage” say I.

I

in french you say “mon petit chou”* (“my little cabbage”) as a term of endearment so if i call you cabbage please continue to be cabbage

*i use the masculine form of the pronoun and adjective because that is the androcentric “neutral.” however, the history of gendered language is a long and complicated one, which you should absolutely read up on. here are some very short and easy-to read explanations.

fitzefitcher:

daggerpen:

monicalewinsky1996:

Trigger warning: Breakfast

Holy shit.

reasons why we don’t make fun of seemingly odd triggers

please, please, if you would like me to put content warnings  (i prefer not to use the word “tigger, as it is itself a trigger for some) on any subject, tell me. i want this to be a safe space. no subject is too unusual. hell, it took me two years to stop having flashbacks to trauma anytime i heard the word “ikea.”