Die bending scum.
It’s not ironic. It’s not cute. It is a threat.
How many people are murdered because they are benders? How many people are denied employment, housing, health services, turned away from shelters, refused aid, and are subjected to constant ridicule and abuse because they are benders?
If you are a bender, do my tattoo and jacket make you feel uncomfortable? I can only hope so.
Right now, when I see a bender in public, I worry. I tense and hold my breath and get ready to sprint away. You frighten me. This fear is entirely justified. I’ve already been sent to the hospital for the crime of walking down the sidewalk towards my home while visibly not earthbending. I fully expect to be attacked again, severely. (The less severe attacks, the screams and threats and disapproval and hatred and thrust elbows and shoves, these are the givens. These are part of the cost I know I will be forced to pay if I wish to leave my house.)
Die bender scum. It is hostile. It’s aggression, on my part. It is a whisper of personal agency. When the anti-mundane sentiment of this culture crushes in, overwhelming and unstoppable, these three words are how I push back.
Would that I could push harder.
YES BOLIN. SHE’S PERFECT FOR YOU! I SECOND EVERYTHING YOU JUST SAID! Don’t listen to whatever Mako just said. Ughhh, go away Mako…
Awww, look at Pabu, so cute!
*CHOKES ON SPIT*
SO THATS WHAT BOLIN WANTED TO KNOW
hahahHAHAHhahakjsf;alh;HAJS /STOps workIGGN
Guys… this is our POTUS reading Where the Wild Things Are.
HE IS SUCH A DAD I CANNOT HANDLE IT. OH MY GOD.
he has the same facial expressions as calvin
FS says: This is bloody gorgeous.
guess what day it’s never been on this blog? it starts with a “th” and ends with “igh high thusday.”
“Sherlock, what—?!”
“For God’s sake, John, lower your voice…”
“Are you wearing stockings?”
“And suspenders, yes.”
“Did you steal my Bart’s shirt?”
“Confiscated.”
“Ugh, you reek of tequila. What the bloody hell were you doing last night?”
“John, please, don’t be dull. Use your imagination.”
and then depending on your ship, john either curls up into a ball on the floor and sobs quietly, or dies of a sudden explosive blood loss from his nose. THE END.
That is…one of…the sexiest pictures…I think I’ve ever seen.
The shirt. I think it’s the shirt that does it. And the way it’s…and the…
Gingrich’s message to gay Americans: Vote for Obama
“I asked him if he’s elected, how does he plan to engage gay Americans. How are we to support him? And he told me to support Obama.”
No problem, bro.
Oh my god.
“I’m not a feminist in any way, but…”
Fucking hell. When you start off something by saying this, you can make a safe assumption that I am not interested.
It’s kind of gut-wrenching, actually. Why do you feel the need to put a disclaimer on your speech saying that you’re not a feminist “in any way”? Is there something wrong with supporting equality among genders?
