Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
so today was my first day back at camp and this years basically my first year where im like being a full on girl at camp and so like i was with my group today which is mostly kids whove known me for like 3 years at this point and one kid who knows me less well and like this kids 9 right so he asks me if im a boy or a girl like right off the bat cuz well, hes 9. I tell him im a girl and one of the other kids is like What!? no youre not. and im like i sure am. Another kid asks “then why were you a boy last year?” im like getting ready to figure out how the hell im gonna explain this to a kid in like 4 seconds. and then another kid asks “omg was you pretending to be a boy just an elaborate joke you and the other counselors were playing on us?!??” i just kinda stand there and im like………………………… yes. they all get cracked up because they think me pretending to be a boy was like, the funniest, most long term prank that has ever been committed to them and like i gotta say, i wholeheartedly agree that being amab is just a fucking joke.
another kid was like “but wait? you had a girlfriend last year?” as if she thinks shes just seen through me by asking that simple question and i just say “sometimes girls have girlfriends” and she just nods like i just said the wisest fucking thing anyone has ever fucking said
A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, “And your name, please?”
And, like a fool, you give it to him.
I got asked for clarification on this (but can’t reblog that particular post cuz on mobile), which I’m more than happy to provide.
In this post, a faerie is asking for ‘your’ name. The way he is wording it, however, and the accompanying beckoning motion, makes it seem as though he is asking for you to physically hand your name over. Which, because of how some faeries operate, he is.
In this instance, saying your name aloud to the fae would be literally giving your name over to him, the exact consequences of which are left up to the imagination–usually, a fae even knowing your name gives it some measure of power over you, but giving something your name would likely let it completely take over your life.
In this instance, the wording you want to use is something like “I will not give you my name, but I will tell you that it’s [name].” Alternately, you can just lie to him.
Might i suggest the less direct yet still name-preserving “you may call me…”? It dodges the request while still giving an answer of a name, which does not even have to be yours, but any name you feel like telling the fae they can use to refer to you. I would recommend “Ainsel”.
Glad Tumblr is still dispensing useful real-life tips
Alternatively you can beat the shit out of the faerie who thinks they can swindle you. we were given hands for a reason, and it’s for balling them up into fists and pummeling no-good trickster beings
My girl spoke nothing but fucking TRUTH. Now that’s this kind of Women we need our girls to look up too.
Who is she?
Sarah Kendzior.
She’s an expert in authoritarianism and has accurately predicted almost everything that is happening – her unflinching insight and analysis is terrifying but invaluable right now. Well worth following on twitter.
fucking
why did i never see this until now
You know what saddens me?
How fast she has to talk.
If a man were saying that, he’d be going slowly to emphasise points. He’d be indulging in the occasional ‘you know’ or other filler words. He’d be able to stop for breath. Notice that she didn’t do that. She had the whole thing memorised and she got it out with barely a pause to breathe.
Why?
Because she expected to be interrupted.
What she said was awesome and is absolutely true, and is frankly underlined by the fact that she had to say the whole thing all at once for fear that she wouldn’t be able to say it at all if she so much as stopped to breathe because one of those older white men sitting around her would interrupt and roll right over her.
what i notice is the guys in the audience sitting motionless, declining to applaud, though every word she spoke was truth and she spoke it with fire. it’s not the content, it’s a powerful, intelligent woman speaking truth with fire that they choose not to support.
Think Things 