because i am such a good male feminist i will now show an act of solidarity by describing myself in a way that a male author might tastelessly describe a female character
my nuts are plump and firm, nicely separated, and pleasing to watch in motion.
Happy Pride Month Eleanor Roosevelt was queer, the Little Mermaid is a gay love story, James Dean liked men, Emily Dickinson was a lesbian, Nikola Tesla was asexual, Freddie Mercury was bisexual & British Indian, and black trans women pioneered the gay rights movement.
Florence Nightingale was a lesbian, Leonardo da Vinci was gay, Michelangelo too, Jane Austen liked women, Hatshepsut was not cisgender, and Alexander the Great was a power bottom
Freddie Mercury is well known for his attraction to men but was also linked to several women, including Barbara Valentin whom he lived with shortly before he died. Friends have talked about being invited into their bed and walking in on them having sex (documentary Freddie Mercury: The Great Pretender)
Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera are two of the best-known activists who fought in the Stonewall riots
An Aries Moon would be aflame, so bright that you would have to cover your eyes with your hands, peeping through the cracks so not to go blind with all its warmth and vivaciousness. You would feel the heat on your face, and the Moon would be an orangey red colour.
A Taurus Moon would be encased in a rock solid, earthy case, where wildflowers and grass blooms in muted colours, pretty and relaxing to look at. The Moon wouldn’t wax and wane, but stay steady, round all through the month. The surface would look like forest land, fertile, and abundant.
A Gemini Moon would have polka dot playing cards littered all over it, cogs, springs, wheels, and the inside of the lost and found draw. It would change shape and colour every time you look at it, and it would send paper waving downwards, on it written a witty tale or joke.
A Cancer Moon would have volatile waters, yet also be sometimes soothing and gentle, sounding like the trickle of a stream. It would be blue and green and grey, the colours merging in places and separate in others. It would wax and wain much, ever so slightly changing shape every time you open your eyes wide to encompass such a revealing into the subconscious.
A Leo Moon would glow like that of a Chinese Lantern, bright, yet not so that you would have to shield your eyes. It would appear less like a ball of fire and more like a ball of light, a lamp, nourishing you in even the darkest of days. And there was that time you were almost certain you saw it smile at you.
A Virgo Moon would sprout plants and weeds and the clutter of the natural world, yet be delicately decorated with light petals of the Summer. The vines that cover this Moon are delicate too, weaving in and out in an intricate patters that one may deem meticulous. There are such details that it can be hard to see from the naked eyes.
A Libra Moon would be shaded with summer blossom, and have the sweetest aroma of sugar, caramel and white flowers. There is a balance to this Moon, shaded in perfectly and harmonising all the colours together, pinks and blues. Blossom grown fruitfully, in big bushes that litter the ground with a dusting of heaven.
A Scorpio Moon is covered with dark waters, with whips of bubbling red mixed into the deep seas, enchaining, yet oddly soothing. The water is contained, yet you can see from the naked eyes the sheer power and tenacity contained within it, like the iron will of all the souls of the world. A message in a bottle is afloat, speaking of secrets that should never be revealed.
A Sagittarius Moon would crackle and flicker with the sounds of campfire stories and roasted goods. Then It would flicker strongly, evenly, yet at times, burst forth with a more explosive flame. It would be a soft orange colour, and leaves and petals would dance on the tips of the flames.
A Capricorn Moon would be encased in ground, a shell, in an Earth like substance similar to sturdy mud, a charcoal and soothing brown concoction. Wildflowers bloom here, and the landscape in mountainous and rocky, yet the Moon never changes shape to us on Earth, withstanding much without even the slightest of give.
An Aquarius Moon is electric blue, sizzling away with a static one knows would burn to the touch. It alights, it flickers, then it eases away, revealing a volatility and a shock to the system. It whirs all night long, not stopping to pause for thought in the emotional realm, but sizzling for a nature of revolutionary forward thinking and feeling.
A Pisces Moon trickles with all the colours of the rainbow, and reflects back to us like the scales of a fish. You can see your face in the reflections, and sometimes, you don’t always like what you see. Yet you can also see the sparkling dust surrounding the Moon, spreading outwards, upwards, to a place not near here. Perhaps it may be heaven.
the ¯_(ツ)_/¯ has only been actually typed once by a single person, everyone else who has ever used it has just googled “shrug emoji” and copy-pasted it
Executive chef at a top Thai restaurant tells Gordon Ramsay that his Pad Thai is trash [x]
Lmao “what do you want to know from me?” Fuck!
So no one thinks that Gordon’s being “Put in his place” or something, this is from Gordon’s show where he specifically goes to places around the world to be schooled in how they do their cuisine and un-fuck the British (Imperialist but we can’t admit that on TV, but he does hint STRONGLY at it in some episodes) way of cooking “exotic” dishes by learning from the people who do it best.
That’s the world’s most successful chef putting himself in a position to learn from chefs around the world in world-class restaurants, grandmother’s houses, in a cramped make-shift kitchen on a rocking and speeding steam train, and more. He doesn’t shy away from learning from people who’ve never been in the remote vicinity of a culinary arts school or run a “professional” kitchen.
And here he’s showing a chef what he thinks of as Pad Thai and if you don’t think one of the most talented chefs on earth didn’t know he was specifically setting himself up to fail to make a point to his audience, then hopefully you do now! ❤
the context- he wasnt saying ‘heres my world famous pad tai for you to sample, a recipe i hold more dear then my own mother’ its closer to ‘here, this is how i was taught to cook pad tai in liverpool by a man named charles, how far off am i?’
tom holland starred in billy elliot on stage, still dances ballet a lot, confidently said he’d fuck thor, is soft around puppies and kids all the time, talks about getting emotional/crying without making it seem like a bad thing or a big deal, and dressed in this
while dancing to rihanna, and i just love him a lot for it, ok? i’m glad this is the guy that little boys growing up now will see playing spiderman. you go on rejecting toxic masculinity, tom.
is there ever that one celebrity that no matter what mood youre in, if you feel like crap you just see a picture of them and you just smile and think “thank you for existing” because they have made your day brighter even if you don’t really know them
the correct answer is:
This is the correct answer. Did you know that when she finds out a studio has asked an actress to lose weight she contacts them and yells at them?
I did not know that, but I do remember an interview where she said she keeps her Oscar in her downstairs loo, because that’s the one her guests use, so they can just go use the loo and don’t have to ask if they can hold her Oscar. Plus then they’ve got the mirror so they can practice their acceptance speeches.
