Reblogged from spitcastle
Tin Foil Hats and Ineffable Alchemy
The chapter of my life in which... I pretty much just reblog anything involving gay superheroes
1. You have no problem with the gender wage gap. But you hate having to pay for dates.
2. You insist that it’s a scientifically proven fact that men are stronger than women. But you complain about society believing that it’s worse for a man to hit a woman than for a woman to hit a man.
3. You believe that the age of consent is unfair and that there’s nothing wrong with having sex with teenage girls. But when you find out that a teenage girl enjoys sex, you believe she’s the biggest slut in the world.
4. You hate when a woman automatically assumes that a man is a douchebag before getting to know him. But when you like a woman who likes another man, you assume he’s a douchebag just because he’s not you.
5. You believe that if women want equality, they should be drafted into the military. But you also believe that the military is not a place for women.
6. You hate when women assume that men are like wild animals. But you believe that a woman who doesn’t cover up and make herself invisible to men is just like someone wearing a meat suit around wild animals.
7. You hate the fact that men are bullied for not conforming to their male gender roles. But when you find out that a man disagrees with your beliefs about women’s rights, your immediate response is to try to emasculate him by comparing him to a woman as an insult.
8. You hate when women assume that there are no nice guys. But you call yourself a nice guy and act like it’s a rare quality that should cause women to be all over you.
9. You hate when women assume that men just want to get laid. But when you find out that a man is a feminist, you assume that he’s just doing it to get laid.
10. You hate when women make generalizations about all men. But when a woman calls you out for being sexist, you claim that all men think like you.
11. You insist that women should be responsible for protecting themselves from being raped. But when they follow the one piece of advice that actually works, which is being aware of red flags, you complain about them assuming that all men are rapists.
(via swingsetindecember)
Endless list of things that should have been in the movies
↳ Prisoner of Azkaban, p 120“Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favourite way of greeting a new class.”
Wait wait wait
so there was a theory bouncing around that Trelawney was actually scary accurate, right?
What if every student she predicted died in the battle for Hogwarts?
THATS JUST WHAT I WAS THINKING
I’m done.
*sobs*
DONE SO DONE ROWLING I CAN’T ANYMORE
(via swingsetindecember)
Scientists Report First Cure of HIV In A Child, Say It’s A Game-Changer
Scientists believe a little girl born with HIV has been cured of the infection.
She’s the first child and only the second person in the world known to have been cured since the virus touched off a global pandemic nearly 32 years ago.
Doctors aren’t releasing the child’s name, but we know she was born in Mississippi and is now 2 ½ years old – and healthy. Scientists presented details of the case on Sunday at a scientific conference in Atlanta.
The case has big implications. While fewer than 130 such children are born each year in the U.S., an estimated 330,000 children around the world get infected with HIV at or around birth every year, most of them in sub-Saharan Africa.
Until now, such children have been considered permanently infected. Specialists thought they needed lifelong antiviral drugs to prevent HIV from destroying their immune system and killing them of AIDS.
The Mississippi child’s surprising cure came about from happenstance – and the quick thinking of a University of Mississippi pediatric infectious disease specialist named Hannah Gay.
Read more.
Microscopy image of HIV infecting an immune cell from the NIAID Flickr stream.
This is amazing, I hope that A.) the science community doesn’t downplay studies or observations such as this one and B.) that these observations are implemented and used wisely.
Dear sweet eight pound baby black Jesus yes.
hash—slinging—slasher:
#good omens #i thought this was steve and tony at first
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Reblog this if you want Hawkeye in The Avengers 2, played only by Jeremy Renner and with a better development of his character
I wanna see if I’m alone here
fuck yes!
(via alyseofwonderland)
I don’t really have an explanation except I like puns.
“Excuse me?” Stiles splutters. “I can fly, okay? I can soar. With my mind.”
“Um, I’m not sure that counts?” Scott blinks. Then, seeing Stiles’s scowl, he quickly says, “I mean, it counts! It totally counts. Flights of the imagination are, um - ”
“Pointless.” That’s Derek Quale, black-feathered angst-bird of yore, who probably thinks the night sky is an endless abyss of existential nothingness, and to whom spring must seem like a cruel trick of the gods, rather than a happy season of mating and egg-laying. Sure, Derek’s nest burned down in a forest-fire, once, but -
But that doesn’t make everything pointless. “Fuck you,” Stiles says, sticking his beak out so that it tilts upward, sharp and long and (he hopes) intimidating as a rapier. Stiles likes to imagine himself as a musketeer, sometimes. It helps. With the whole… grounded situation. “You think adorable baby chicks are pointless. Me? I’m gonna marry Lydia Martin and build a nest with her and have lots and lots of beautiful kids. Into whose throat I will regurgitate my daily catch of food.” Stiles beams, brightly. “I’m good at regurgitating. I’ve been practicing.”
“That’s an eating disorder,” says Derek, darkly, and Stiles frowns.
“Is not.”
“Er, Stiles?” Scott hesitates, like he’s the bearer of bad news. “I don’t think martins and kiwis can - ”
“Shut. Up,” says Stiles, blissfully. “Don’t rain on my paraaaaade. And if you tell me kiwis can’t sing Barbara Streisand, either, I’ll just have to disown you as my best friend.”
“Quails do,” says Derek, out of nowhere.
“What?”
“Mate for life.”
“Right.” Stiles stares at him. “How is that relevant? To this conversation? Exactly?”
Derek’s feathers fluff up; his shoulders hunch; his red eyes narrow. “Never mind,” he snaps, and flaps away.
“What the hell?” Stiles asks the air where Derek had been standing. “What was that about?”
Scott rubs his forehead with his wing. “I don’t wanna know. I really, really don’t wanna know.”
“Hmph.”
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