Whimsy & Fuckery

INFJ; 19; gal; pagan; artist;

Selie's mah internetz name, call me zat. I'm an intersectional feminist battling with too many fandoms, my cis white middle class sizest privilege, a frustratingly persistent anxiety/panic/depression disorder thingie, and a year off between freshman and sophomore year at Smith.

My art: poetry, dancing, writing, acting, playing piano. (not your usual paint-to-canvas type so don't get your hopes up.)

I try my upmost to tag spoilers, NSFWs, and TWs. Feel free to call me out on this or any other shit I may do/say.

(ps: I love ducks. also ferrets. and animals in general. GIVE ME A DUCK AND I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND 5EVER)

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a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

    Finally, the results of the Look Ahead study were published in 2012 with no fanfare because after all the years of treatment and support, the average weight loss was around 7 pounds. “Why? Why?” I ask myself, “Why does the scientific community refuse to admit this approach has failed?” There are a lot of reasons. The so-called obesity experts are still with us. Many of them are in their 80s and 90s, but they don’t dare retire and give up the influence they have on the public and the government. After all, if weight loss is not possible, then they have wasted their entire careers trying to achieve it. Then there is the aspect of “following the money.” What would happen to all of these obesity experts, diet programs, diet products, diet books, and diet gurus if we gave up trying to get people to lose weight?

alyreandalute:

mayablanca:

i made this based on my dash i have never seen the show as you could probably tell ok yay 

I’M CRYING MAYA I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS

“HERE IS SNOW WHITE SHE IS AN EVIL QUEEN”

i am going.  to dieeee.

yourfriendg00:

cute nicknames for your significant other:

• old sport
• old sport
• old sport
• old sport
• old sport
• old sport
• old sport

rcmclachlan:

roane72:

I don’t think I’ve ever seen the barefootedness in this photo before. Usually cropped, maybe? Well that just makes it about a thousand times sexier.

*dies*

I just swallowed my own tongue.

westeros’s celebs read mean tweets (ps: all tweets are real)

a gifset entitled “what do you mean I don’t watch for the plot” (part II)

subspacetsundere:

having feelings that you know are dumb

being upset at yourself for having feelings that you know are dumb

Hey Tumblr!

upvoteyouwithmydick:

caffeine-queer:

My life partner is looking for a trans*-friendly doctor in the Nassau County region of Long Island, NY. They specifically need a trans* -friendly doctor who accepts Medicaid. 

Please signal boost and/or give your recommendations!

bump

professor-sex-and-dragneto:

 #REAL FUNNY OLD SPORT

fuchsimeon:

pleatedjeans:

via

At first I was like “oh some guy being a really awesome athlete” AND THEN I REALIZED WHAT I WAS ACTUALLY LOOKING AT

benedictatorship:

melindaclarkes:

#Someone please tell me why they don’t have their own show

no:

URL giveaway!

so I’m leaving tumblr as my auntie flo died and it just brings back horrible memories and I’m so grateful for my followers I am going to leave behind my url. like and reblog this post and I will pick out the lucky winner tomorrow at 8 GMT. Adiós