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fireandwonder:

fallincastiel:

*silently watching as everyone slowly becomes a Hannibal blog*

I don’t even watch the show and I keep reblogging Hannibal stuff.

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For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.

No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:

“You know! Boys will be boys!” 

“He’s just going through a phase!”

“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”

“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”

“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”

I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”

She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.

It was so tempting.

He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.

She had to keep her building safe.

Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.

His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.

Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.

I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.”

Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning.  How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?

There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.

There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.

Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”

The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement.

(Source: lastlifeinuniverse, via kateelliottsff)

verdigrisvagabond:

Maybe they followed you for the gifs of Hannibal riding into the sunset on a cheese wheel in fishnets. idk about the rest of you but that sounds like pretty quality blogging to me.

(Source: captainshroom, via hello-delicious-tea)

>.> I was gonna reblog this and tell  you about it. HA I SO DON’T LOOK AT WHO POSTS THINGS.

<3

(Source: before--fame, via menagea3)

kenporusty:

heterodynegirl:

jayneausten:

learningtofail:

the-escapologist:

theangelintheshadows:

the-lost-doctor:

the amount of followers you have is how old you are

the person you reblog this from is your companion

your icon is what your current…

The Technician. I feel an evil laugh coming on.

californblah:

californblah:

Please help us save our cat’s life. He has a urinary tract blockage and we can’t afford the procedure on our own.

I know Tumblr is a place that loves kitties… and this is like my baby boy. I love this cat till the end of the Earth. PLEASE HELP IN ANY WAY YOU CAN. SAVE OUR KITTY :’(

This is our boy <3 :(

(Source: sparrow-sonofwolf, via kittehkats)

crazychick08:

theshelbylife:

incestuous-lesbianponies:

laurarw:

I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG

HOLY SHIT

THAT IS AWESOME

(Source: dont-blink-korra, via interestigate)

hello-delicious-tea:

metallikato:

We Californians be like

“Excuse me but your shirt is fucking gorgeous”

“Wow thank you very much! My nanna fucking knitted it for me!”  

“So fucking fetch”

Hey, hey, NC may be crazy, but at least we’re fuckin’ courteous.

This is why I’m changing Coasts. MA FOR CA BABY.

(Source: nevver)

Barney does the Doctor?

(via madammistress)

1. Writing a bunch of CSS code to make sure I’ve actually learned it and can utilize it the way I want to. This includes making templates for people, and flexing my graphics skills. 

2. Making a banner for another RPG Board. Getting real art direction!

3. Creating a skin for Weekend Warriors, Helion Rush, and a 20’s board I’m thinking about, but really don’t have the time to run so shall remain dusty. 

4. Working on breaking down my novel into chapters. Planning the website for the novel and figuring out graphics for it. 

5. Breaking down the web series I’ve been thinking about for a while, and starting to write episodes. 

6. Trying to keep up with my current RP threads. 

7. Looking for jobs in LA. 

8. Going to work, so I can afford the move. 

I’m not busy at all.