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fuckingrecipes:

THEY’RE FUCKING BURNING. 

BURNING OUR HEARTS OUT JESUS FUCK I CAN’T DEAL WITH THESE EMOTIONS!

DO YOU WANT TO TEAR YOUR HEART OUT AND MAKE SOME GORGEOUS FUCKING CUPCAKES? IMPRESS YOUR FRIENDS AND SOB MESSILY IN A CORNER WITH THESE BAKED ALASKA CUPCAKES!

STRAWBERRY CENTERED BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK SHOULDN’T WE MAKE A SYMBOLIC BLOODY HEART TO SINK OUR TEETH INTO, UNTIL RIVERS OF RED DRIP FROM OUR WRISTS. 

(YOU WILL NEED ALCOHOL FOR THIS RECIPE! POSSIBLY ADULT SUPERVISION.)

WHY DO WE DO THIS SHIT TO OURSELVES? I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! FANDOM PAIN IS THE BEST AND WORST PAIN.

I’M BEING A LAZY FUCK AND USING SOME STORE BOUGHT VANILLA CUPCAKE DRY MIX.

THAT BULLSHIT REQUIRES 1 BOX OF THE MIX, 1 CUP OF YOUR FANDOM TEARS, DISTILLED UNTIL THERE IS ONLY PURE WATER, NONE OF THAT SALTY SORROW. 

FIND A WINGED BEING AND HUG THEM FEIRCELY UNTIL THEY DROP 3 EGGS INTO YOUR WAITING HANDS OUT OF SHEER CONFUSION AS TO YOUR PASSIONATE EMBRACE!

VICIOUSLY PUNCH A TUB OF MILK WHILE IMAGINING A CERTAIN SOMEONE’S FACE (YOU KNOW WHO I’M TALKING ABOUT, AND HIS SCREWDRIVER WASN’T THE SONIC KIND!) UNTIL YOU OBTAIN 1/2 A CUP OF BUTTER

MELT IT WITH YOUR FURY!

SET YOUR OVEN TO 350 DEGREES F

DUMP EVERYTHING IN A BOWL AND MIX SLOWLY, GENTLY PUSHING THE MIXTURE AROUND AND COOING SOFT REASSURANCES THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT, WE STILL HAVE SEASON 9 TO LOOK FORWARD TO. THIS SHOULD TAKE TWO MINUTES

REALIZE THAT THERE IS, IN FACT, A HIATUS, AND WHIP YOUR STIRRING ARM INTO A FRENZY! SCREAM YOUR FRUSTRATION AND ANGST INTO THE SKY AND STIR VIOLENTLY FOR ANOTHER MINUTE. 

GET A CUPCAKE PAN READY WITH THE PUREST WHITE PAPER CUPS. (NO YOU MAY NOT FUCKING LEAVE THEM OUT, IT MAKES EVERYTHING NEAT AND TIDY, AND YOU BETTER SHOW SOME FUCKING RESPECT FOR THESE POOR BASTARDS!) 

SCOOP SOME OF THAT GORGEOUS BATTER INTO THE PAPER CUPS LAYING INNOCENTLY WITHIN YOUR CUPCAKE PAN, AND EASE THEM INTO THE OVEN FOR 20 MINUTES. (PAPER CUPCAKE CUPS SHOULD ONLY BE 2/3 FULL WITH RAW BATTER)

WHEN THEY ARE BAKED PROPERLY, REMOVE THEM, ALLOW THEM TO REGAIN THEIR COMPOSURE AT ROOM TEMPERATURE, THEN KICK THEM TO A COLD LOCATION FOR REFRIGERATION

WHILE YOUR CUPCAKES ARE BECOMING GRACEFUL AND BEAUTIFUL IN THE FRIDGE, GATHER 2 CUPS OF THE FRESHEST STRAWBERRIES AND SLICE THEM WITH THAT SILVER BLADE YOU KEEP ON HAND FOR ALL PROPER RITUALS. 

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SET THESE GORGEOUS MOTHERFUCKERS OFF TO THE SIDE, AND PREPARE YOUR BODY TO MAKE SOME MERINGUE!

YOU’LL NEED 6 EGGS, BUT ONLY THE WHITES! NONE OF THAT YELLOW SHIT IN MERINGUE, JUST THE CLEAR STUFF~ 

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SEPARATE OUT EGG WHITES? (FOLLOW THE LINK IT EXPLAINS SHIT) 

WANT TO KILL SOME MINI MINOTAURS? YOU’LL NEED SOME TARTAR SAUCE, BUT FOR THIS RECIPE, YOU ONLY NEED 1/4 TEASPOON OF CREAM OF TARTAR. 


GROW YOUR OWN SUGAR CANE FIELDS SO YOU CAN HARVEST 1/2 CUP OF SUGAR. 

IN A LARGE MIXING BOWL, WORK YOUR MUSCLES BY WHIPPING THE  EGG WHITES UNTIL THEY’RE FOAMY, ADD TARTAR UNTIL PEAKS START TO FORM. HOLY FUCK, RABID EGGS!

KEEP MIXING, AND GRADUALLY ADD SUGAR UNTIL THE MIXTURE STARTS TO GET STIFF AND GLOSSY. 

CRANK YOUR OVEN OP TO BROIL. 

NOT BOIL, ASSHOLE, BROIL. WITH AN ‘R’. THAT MEANS THE VERY TOP OF YOUR OVEN IS HOT AS A METEOR-LIKE OBJECT ROCKETING THROUGH THE STRATOSPHERE, BUT THE BOTTOM OF IT IS JUST GETTING RESIDUE HEAT LIKE A LAZY MOTHERFUCKER. 

HIGHEST TEMPERATURE IT’LL GO! 

REMOVE THE PAPER FROM THE OUTSIDE, THEN CARVE OUT THE FACE OF YOUR CUPCAKES. A BLADE HELPS.

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SLIDE THOSE BEAUTIFUL STRAWBERRIES INTO THAT DIVOT, MAKE A FUCKING PILE WITH IT, DON’T SKIMP ON THAT MOUTHGASM POTENTIAL.

GO TO TOWN ON THAT FUCKTRUCK.

SHOVE YOUR SUGAR/EGG SHIT INTO A PLASTIC BAG AND RIP OFF A SMALL CORNER TO SQUEEZE IT THROUGH, OR USE A FROSTING BAG WITH A LARGE TIP IF YOU’RE FEELING FUCKING FANCY. 

GRAB A SAUCEPAN AND GENTLY PLACE SOME BRANDY INSIDE. YOU  WANT IT ON LOW HEAT, JUST WARM THAT SHIT. 

SWIRL THE WHITE GOO ON TOP, THEN MERCILESSLY SHOVE THE CUPCAKES INTO THE OVEN. GIVE THIS STEP YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION. 

YOU JUST WANT THE MERINGUE ON TOP TO BROWN A BIT, NOT BURN! 

TAKE A TABLESPOON OF YOUR WARMED BRANDY AND SPRINKLE IT OVER THE TOP OF YOUR STILL-WARM MERINGUE. . 

DIM THE LIGHTS, FLICK A MATCH AND LIGHT IT ON FIRE!!!!

PROTIP - MAKE SURE THIS IS DONE WHERE THERE IS NOTHING FLAMMABLE NEARBY. KEEP A CUP OF WATER HANDY JUST IN CASE.

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WAIT UNTIL THIS SHIT BURNS ITSELF OUT BEFORE CONSUMING!

BLOWING ON IT IS A BAD IDEA (FLYING FLAMING BRANDY IGNITING EVERYTHING)

WANT EXPERT-MODE?

HAVE THIS SONG PLAY ON LOOP, YOU POOR MOTHERFUCKER. 

thelittlekneesofbees:

gadaboutgreen:

body-positive-vegan-babe:

thesoundofthatsmile:

Found this in a stall in the girls restroom at my school. Hell yes.

I wish my school was this rad! 

Whoa, yes.

Someone needs to sneak that over to the boy’s bathroom

newlemons:

eakiffh:

Hi, are you sad? It’s okay to be sad. Here are some buns; let them soothe you.

Always reblog bunnies.

(Source: grandmasmarmalade)

thevirginprince:

malformalady:

A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen.

Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori

Mother Earth having a baby.

theolduvaigorge:

Skeleton Sketches, Peabody Museum of Natural History, Harvard 

I really dig these sketches. The figures all a bit off and a little goofy but the composition is well thought out. They have character and I like that.

(Source: Urban Sketchers)

costumecommunityservice:

tweed-eyes:

1300-1400 clothing of Lower Empire

Ah, I see this set ever so often and it is just so lovely and rich.

bonapartist:

so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and

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matteoricci:

John Thomson: Chinese Women, 1869-72.

John Thomson (1837-1921) was a pioneering Scottish photographer who, after traveling through various parts of Asia, settled in Hong Kong in 1868 and operated a studio there for the next four years. Using Hong Kong as his base, he traveled extensively throughout China and was the first known photographer to document the people and landscapes of China for publication in the western market. Returning to England, he published a four volume book entitled “Illustrations of China and its People” in London, 1873-1874.

Images courtesy of Yale University Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library.

bubblejam:

The incredibly intricate and captivating custom animal sculptures by Creatures From El, Ellen June.

fyeah-history:

A female acrobat depicted on an Ancient Greek hydria, c. 340-330 BC

brokenchinchilla:

Frozen Forest by ~FlorentCourty

Everyone thinks it’s strange that it is not even summer and I already miss the winter.

aleyma:

Leontine Ethel Gabain, Mother and Child Standing, 1910 (source).

aleyma:

Leontine Ethel Gabain, Mother and Child Standing, 1910 (source).

Words I need to be careful of in spellcheck in my latest essay:

‘point’ not ‘pint’

‘burinate’ in ‘urinate’

‘midden’ not ‘mitten’

palaesols

cryoturbate

A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, “They are afraid women will laugh at them.” When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, “We’re afraid of being killed.

Mary Dickson

[CW: discussion of rape culture and violence]

This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them. 

I think that says a lot. 

(via kaitg)

Its interesting also that these fears sit subconsciously until woman are asked to exams their responses to men. We women will operate with this fear in mind, the way we protect ourselves, make sure our friends know where we are when we go on a date, words that we use while interacting with men, all in hopes they will not kill us, but simultaneously love us. 

I think bell hooks made a point about this in her series on love. Something along the lines of how can women hope to love and receive love from men when at the foundation of our relationships there is this strong fear of men. You can’t build true trust when your foundation is crumbling under you. 

The scariest part is, once you recognize this fear, and face it, how do you address it when there is evidence of “good” men abusing, hurting, and killing women everyday?

(via becomingchichi)

I was in my early 20’s when one of my homegirls broke this down for me.  

I was in a broken relationship, and one of the things was that bugged me at the time was that the girlfriend at the time would freak out whenever I got angry - I never yelled, never throw or hit things, mostly, I just needed some time to cool out.

“Why does she get scared when I’m angry? I’d never hit her!”

“But she doesn’t KNOW that.  She can’t assume that.  Look at how many dudes are out there pulling shit.”

And that stuck with me for a hot minute.  The relationship was broken on so many levels anyway, but that fact still remains, as a man, I can’t fault women for assuming the worst in order to protect themselves, especially how the world’s patriarchy and misogyny rolls.

(via bankuei)

I’ve had continual discussions with Tchy about this, and I don’t expect to stop. It’s fair to say that there’s no one in the world that I trust more, and he has been extremely careful with me, but… the fact remains that he leans quite a bit towards the masculine, and this means that that fear is always there. The news of transmasculine folks abusing/raping people doesn’t help that fear any. :(

I’m learning not to apologize for it. It’s not my fault (nor, really, is it his) that I’m scared of dude-type people. But it’s always there. Which is another reason why I get so pissed off when trans men try to make transmisogyny about them.

(via kiriamaya)

This is an incredible thread of responses. I’ve seen this quote before, but not the dialogue that built up around it. The part about loud=violent hits home particularly hard for me. I am terrified of getting into irl arguments with men, especially when they get loud. It’s always going to sit in the pit of my stomach.

(via mizbingley)

That part resonates for me too, although from a completely different angle. Despite being more terrified of sexual violence than I am of anything other than my own brain, I do not hesitate to yell, confront, get up in the face of, threaten, even hit men twice my size and many times my strength. Faced with a threat of violence from men, I will either imply or state “I dare you to.”

I also, as previously established on this blog, have a death wish.

To me, that encapsulates everything about the violence, especially sexual violence, coded into relationships between men and women in our society: for a woman to assert herself in the face of maleness may require the woman in question (such as me) to be perpetually suicidal.

(via 14kgoldnyc)

Reblogging for commentary. I have been frightened and scared by men being loud with me, even if I don’t think they’ll be violent. Like people have said above, it’s just a latent response in your brain to fear violence from men.

I went out to dinner with someone a couple of weeks ago (LONG story, was supposed to be a group dinner but it ended up just being me & a strange man) and I told him I blogged about feminism and politics, and he went off on me. He told me feelings were bullshit and women just wanted special privileges, and then he said, “Women don’t give men enough credit for not being violent psychopaths. That’s what we are, deep down. We want to rape and pillage, and we don’t, and women don’t give us enough credit for that.” I burst into tears. That shit was terrifying.

(via stfuconservatives)

I too am reblogging this for the amazing commentary. 

When supposed feminist ally men deny this very basic, simple truth - that’s how you know they are an ally to no one.

This all gets taught to women at a very young age, how dangerous the world is when you’re in it being a woman. I’ve been struggling to write about something that happened with my daughter a few weeks ago, how to form the words, but this is possibly the best context.

We were in the wine shop, in line to pay, and she was so excited to get her lollipop (in the time honored tradition of wine stores everywhere). A man two people ahead of us started fighting with the woman behind the counter about how much money he’d given her. As I was moving her behind my body, my daughter froze, and when I say froze, I mean wasn’t moving a muscle except to shake.

It sorted itself out pretty quickly. We paid and left.

Once we got back into the car, she started crying. I asked her what was the matter, and she said, “Mama, I was so scared. When men get angry they shoot people.”

That’s a direct quote. When men get angry, they shoot people.

I asked her, “Baby, why do you think that?” She replied, “on NPR, that’s what happens. When men get really mad they kill people. That guy was really mad, what if he had a gun? What would you do?”

The talk we had afterwards was difficult; no one said parenting was easy. But this is the life we live as women. If my 9 year old understands it, then men of the world, alleged feminist allies, Nice Guys, random douches on the street, and even actual non-dangerous men: so can you.

(via someauthorgirl)

I’ve reblogged this quote before, I think. But reblogging now for the amazing commentary.

I was having a discussion with my father and brother the other day. We were talking about receiving threats of rape or violence via the internet. Their whole argument was “just ignore it and walk away from your computer”. Amazing solution. Can’t believe I never thought of that. It’s so clever because we all know that when you leave your keyboard the threat of violence disappears. 

Urgh. 

(via lavenderlabia)

This has really clicked something in my head. Like, fuck. This entire commentary just fucking did me in.

(via queensassyofthefatties)

It amazes me that a lot of men just haven’t figured this out. Worse still, those who refuse to accept it.

I saw a ridiculous post recently stating something like “if women want equal rights, men should be able to punch them in the face”. The person who wrote it was claiming to be pro-equality, and yet using violent imagery to demonstrate this and calling himself (obviously he was male) rational.

The amount of times I’ve heard a guy complain that “all he did” was shout at his girlfriend and she flew off the handle and freaked out and went “crazy”, but honestly he’s never touched her! … Get a clue.

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