Hello people of tumblr, welcome your new overlord. Yeah, just kidding, the only thing I lord over is my overactive imagination. I'm an aspiring writer who also likes to draw, though I'm still learning the finer techniques of sketching and using photoshop. I enjoy fantasy, scifi, romance and comedy, and as the name implies I love dragons. Favorite movie is How to Train Your Dragon, just as much for the writing as the fact I love Toothless. I'm also a big fan of anime, manga, american comics and cartoons, and video games, so I sort of dip my feet into anything if it has a good story and characters to it.
A REMINDER THAT DONNA IS THE BEST
Friendly reminder in one novel a character says ”flipping” a lot and The Doctor goes ”Yeah that’s the TARDIS’s swear filter”
Suddenly I like the word “flipping” very much.
imagine the 12th Doctor going: you flipping flip. get out of flipping TARDIS you flipping piece of flip.
i would cry
*knock knock* “FLIP THE FLIP IN OR FLIP THE FLIP OFF!!!”
"FLIPPIN’ FLIP ME"
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
I almost wanna tell racist white people don’t use a fire extinguisher since you hate black people oh or that hair brush or any of this other stuff
Worth a reblog!!!
What they “neglect” to teach
We are legit the only reason the world functions…