Neil Gaiman’s brilliant graduation speech on living the creative life, made into a giant comic, from the same folks who distilled Neil deGrasse Tyson’s monologue on the most astounding fact about the universe into a comic.
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Your Digital Flapper Dictionary
- Terms and Useful Phrases
- That’s bullshit! - Thats all wet!
- I’ve got a shitty date - I’ve got a flat tire
- Don’t be stupid - Don’t be sill
- Move your ass! - Get a wiggle!
- A car you had sex in - Struggle Buggy
- Wasted - Spifflicated (from the words spiffy and intoxicated)
- That Hobo on the corner - That Palooka over there
- Now you’ve got it! - Now you’re on the trolly!
- A Gangsta’s bitch - A Moll
- A slut - A Hotsy Totsy
- I’m Engaged! - I’m Handcuffed
- Beer - Giggle Water
- Legs - Gams
- Boobs - Ninny Pies
- Rich Person - an egg
- The Commen Jerk - A Drugstore Cowboy
- Don’t be a shit head! - Don’t take any wooden nickels!
- That’s fucking awesome! - That’s the Bee’s knees!
- Honey, I said NO - Bank’s Closed, hon
- Holy Shit! - Hot Socks!
- That’s Great! - That’s the Cat’s Pajamas!
- Classy - Swanky
- I need to get wasted - I need to see a man about a dog
- A woman’s Cigarette - A freedom Torch
- That girl is HOT SHIT - That dames got IT
My Homage to an era (the Roaring Twenties) that had no end of wonderful slang, you can add some of your favorites to the list, lets see just how big this Hay Burner (a large object) can get!
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The Truth About Bunny Bennett
I’ve been meaning to sit down and write what I’m about to write for a while. These last few weeks I’ve been compelled to return to blog writing, but with all the traveling, rehearsal, and work for SPG- it has been put off a little!
I used to write a lot of blogs- and I really haven’t recently. But, old habits will keep surfacing. I’m not so sure Tumblr can be used like a blog…but I’m going to anyway, because the internet is what you make of it.
So, on the myriad of topics I could and want to cover…I’m going to focus on one in particular anyone reading my Tumblr would probably be interested in. Y’know…besides anything about Steam Powered Giraffe. ;)
Many of you have discovered I’m quite partial to women’s clothing, and view myself as transgender. It has been something I’ve been dealing with my entire life, and since I came out to the public many years ago (I remember…it was the night I saw Watchmen in theaters, the same night we asked Michael Reed to join Steam Powered Giraffe), My confidence in myself and love for myself has slowly but surely grown.
It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, but my friends did accept me and everyone was supportive in their own way…even if it bothered them they didn’t show it. My family had already found out about my crossdressing many many years ago- because it was tearing me apart and I had to out.
The years of purging my collected feminine attire…the hiding…the secrecy…it had to be revealed. But even when I finally broke down and told my family, it was still something I kept to myself and we rarely spoke about it. If at all. But denying that part of me for so many years did so much damage…and caused me so much pain. And even with the revelation I needed to confront this and be brave about exposing myself to my loved ones…it has taken a lot of years to deal with it. And I’m still not there yet.
For me it’s not about having people in my life who would shun me…who wouldn’t love me because of it. It’s all about what’s in my head…and the mental barriers I have to overcome. My family history is a strange one, riddled with insanity, abuse, and plenty of things that would make someone like me feel that they were “broken” and “damaged” because of it. But what I’ve learned is that I’m not broken. My upbringing wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t perfect, but I endured and I am the person I am today because of it. The things I cherish and my passion for art and life are due to the depressive weight of my family’s past. And rising above all of that has been my personal goal for such a long time.
We must love ourselves. You can’t look in the mirror and hate yourself. You cannot tell yourself you don’t matter, that you’re not…normal.
I used to do that. A lot. And y’know what…the only time I used to be able to look into the mirror and be happy..was dressed in drag. It was the happiest I could be at times. And I never knew why with this dance of guilt and self loathing and pure euphoria.
These days. Recently. I get it. I’ve always been Bunny. I’ve always been that woman I want to be. But I’m in a male body. But that’s what I am. My wires are crossed, but the person that people keep in their lives and love…is the imperfect creature who can’t decide if she’s a boy or a girl. Everything I’ve done in my short time on Earth so far…everything I aspire to- is because I’m transgendered.
I still lay in bed, as content as I’ve become with my ever-expanding understanding of myself; I lay in bed and think. When all the work and creative juices are put to rest…when the stress of the tedious responsibilities I have to do finally fades away, and I’m lying in bed thinking about the only thing I haven’t been thinking of…that’s when I feel most lonely. I’m left to think of my own happiness- of myself as a person and not a work machine. Not an entertainer. Just the person that does all these things.And I think about how I wish I could reflect on the outside what’s trapped in the inside. All my vibrancy and beauty that can make me smile…even if small. All the thoughts and feelings and the passion. How can I be that…how can it be more than just a fleeting moment when the pen and paper meet…the hour of performance as an artist…the minutes of song. How can I take what people like about me…my family, friends, and strangers…and live in that moment?
The only reason I’d be having these feelings…is if I wasn’t being true to myself. If there is an instant of untruthfulness, I want to scream. And yet here I am…here many of us are…lying to ourselves everyday. Some of us never express our most beautiful emotions. Some of us only let them out when they boil over into anger.
If I can’t be myself…why do I want to be here? If I couldn’t draw, act, sing, or entertain…what would I do? These are the things that make my life worth living. I must be myself.
I can never be a happy man. He never will be…because he doesn’t exist. There’s already a person in my head who is happy and needs out. Needs to shout. And when she does…it makes me happy. It makes me feel damn good.And whenever I embrace that person…even in the less flattering moments…my loved ones still love me. Their part in my life actually expands and grows. The things she has to say are what everyone wants to hear…my truth. And everyone wants the truth.
My girlfriend said something to me not so long ago, to the point it didn’t matter what I looked like…what role I was playing…businessman…robot…artist…she always just saw that woman. In her thoughts of me when apart, in her dreams…when she looks into my eyes. And perhaps she has said this many times before…and I’m fairly certain she has. But I looked into her eyes and for the first time, I understood. It’s not the person she wants me to be…hopes I am…it’s just me. She loves -me-.
What she sees is the best me. It’s not a me that doesn’t get sad and shows no weaknesses or flaws- it’s just the actual me. Basking in my complete imperfection and oddity.
The road to acceptance of the things that we are is a long one. The people we want to be vs. the people we are…and the people we’re meant to be…what a blurred and confusing line built of other people’s expectations and our own misconception of how we need to act and feel…
I cannot see my future clear as day better than anyone else.I don’t know the person I will become. But I do know I’m not wasting another minute being a lie.
I don’t know the person I will become. But it will be the person I was meant to be.
omg bunny
I am crying right now
That was so beautiful.
It is 3 am and dammit, girl, you made me cry.
fuck.
all my feels
all of them
*throws feels at*
just take them.
<3<3<3
….im going to bed
/joycries self to sleep
How much screen time did each of the Avengers get?
I thought all of the Avengers represented in Joss Whedon’s The Avengers got their fair share of screen time. But lets face it, some got more screen time than others. Vulture went ahead and clocked the screen time of each character in the film just so we could know this useless bit of geek trivia.
Hawkeye: 12:44.
Thor: 25:52.
Bruce Banner: 28:03.
Black Widow: 33:35.
Iron Man: 37:01.
Captain America: 37:42.(Source)
But how much time did loki get?
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just when you think you’ve seen it all, the internet throws pregnant hitler at you.
I think my brain broke
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No one cares about the exact definition of discrimination—-what people are angry about is the fact that straight white men are often harassed because people seem to group them with the bigots.
NOT EVERY STRAIGHT WHITE GUY IS A HORRIBLE MONSTER. IN FACT MOST ARE GREAT AND WONDERFUL PEOPLE.
Believe me, I know of several.
OH MY GOSH WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE TO BE HARASSED ON THE BASIS OF YOUR RACE SEX IDENTITY OR GENDER
IT MUST BE SO HARD TO BE A STRAIGHT WHITE CIS MALE
I WEEP ACTUAL TEARS FOR THE TORMENT THEY MUST SUFFER THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DAY
I don’t think you’re getting the point either. I’m not saying that I’m oppressed, I’m saying that it sucks being lumped into a category and discriminated against based on that category. I, personally, am not a misogynistic racist homophobic asshole. A lot of straight white guys are. Then again, I’ve met an Asian lesbian who is quite possibly the least tolerant person I’ve ever met. That doesn’t mean I automatically hate all Asian lesbians because I had a bad experience.
I’m not evil, I was born a straight white guy and there’s nothing I can do to change that. I just don’t want to be called the “literal devil” by someone who’s never met me. Clearly that’s too much to ask.
What you are trying to achieve here is understanding on the internet. Long ago the internet gods created the internet, and then they made the trolls and the clueless.
This is important to remember because that is the majority of people on the internet, trolls and the clueless. If they aren’t trolling then they are clueless. It’s the way life is.
Even more so, you could do what I do; which is to say, never give a fuck. Then nothing really matters, and you live life wonderfully. Bitches and haters gonna bitch and hate mah brother, they gonna bitch and hate ‘til the cows come home, go to college, come back home, leave to get married, and come back with cowlets. Cuppies. Calves. Whatever.
^^^ this guy
Watch celebrities turn ugly. Keep your eyes on the cross.
OMG
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wrong, discrimination implies organization and a systemic application of oppression
when a trans* person, poc, woman or queer person acts like an ass to a straight white cis guy it is not discrimination bc it is not indicative of a larger culture of violence aimed at straight white cis guys. it is an isolated incident and will happen to straight white cis men only a handful of times in their lives, whereas that same assholishness is something that oppressed groups live through on literally a daily basis
there is a tremendous difference between one person being mean to you and being marginalized
So it’s all on the receiving end, doesn’t matter where it comes from? I’m nice to everyone I meet until they give me reason not to, regardless of anything that they had no say in (be it sexual orientation or gender or what have you). But by this logic, I’m evil just because I’m a white guy?
I treat people as individuals, all I’d ever expect is for others to do the same. If you hate me because I’m white, yeah, that’s discriminating. I’m going to feel discriminated because I don’t hate you because you’re… anything. I only dislike people because they’ve made me dislike them by their actions or words, not their genetics.
the fact that you feel discriminated against doesn’t actually mean anyone is discriminating against you.
words mean things. “discrimination” is a culture of oppression and violence that white straight cis men are universally not on the receiving end of. it’s absolutely reasonable to feel slighted and angry when someone is a dick to you, but the fact is even if they say “augh you’re a white guy and i hate white guys!” it is not discrimination.
i’m not defending anyone who says “straight white men are the embodiment of evil and their hearts are literally made of shit from an ass” because that’s not cool, obviously. what i’m saying is that by definition that isn’t discrimination.
oh.
okay
sorry %D
going to the movies
… and people wonder why there aren’t any straight white guys on Tumblr… and then they wonder why they can’t find a perfect husband… and then I wonder what happened to everyone being an individual and accepting people for who they are instead of discriminating against them by their skin color or sexual orientation or gender.
#and they say sexism/racism/homophobia only goes one way#there is so much anti-white #anti-male#anti-straight hate going on in the tumblr world#i totally understand why i’m in a clear minority here
indeed
discrimination is discrimination, no matter how it’s wrapped.
wrong, discrimination implies organization and a systemic application of oppression
when a trans* person, poc, woman or queer person acts like an ass to a straight white cis guy it is not discrimination bc it is not indicative of a larger culture of violence aimed at straight white cis guys. it is an isolated incident and will happen to straight white cis men only a handful of times in their lives, whereas that same assholishness is something that oppressed groups live through on literally a daily basis
there is a tremendous difference between one person being mean to you and being marginalized
fine then.
it’s being a fucking bigot, no matter the “group” or whatever.
I don’t agree with it in any fashion or form, or any politically correct definition people can put on it.
people shouldn’t judge, and that is the end of the story.
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I love how our early views on Meenah and Aranea pictured Aranea to be timid around Meenah, letting her pick and tease her a bit even if it was jokingly, and the end result turned out like the relationship we see now. It’s beautiful, they’re perfect.
palemates
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Finally finishing up all the sketches I has hammered out oh gosh.
Tahno is wearing the airbender uniform for no good reason really I just thought maybe they’d lend him extra clothes because he’s a filthy hobo. I mean what.
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just felt in a river by being drunk …
end-of-the-night.tumblr.com
oh my god
