When a fictional character starts keeping secrets from the writer, that’s when that character becomes real.
Steven Moffat (via relatedworlds)
Blatantly means he’s forgotten to think of a way to resolve Reichenbach.
(via iamthecakefairy)
The claim that sex workers “sell our bodies” is not only logically absurd (I was a prostitute for years, but my body is still right here with me), but totally sexist because it is based on the notion that a woman’s sexuality is her entire worth. The belief behind this expression is that since a woman has nothing of value to offer except her sexuality, if she “sells” that she has “sold herself” and there is nothing left. The fact that anti-sex worker activists use this expression so often says a lot about them.
Maggie McNeal Commenting on Chicago Tribune article (via thefumoblu)
So true never thought about that.
(via cuntygrrl)
And it gives the notion that other forms of work, (especially menial jobs that require too much effort and barely get people by) also don’t require you to use your body as an expendable resource for survival, essentially “selling your body” in the same regard. You can have your own personal feelings about sex work and whether or not you would enter the field, but referring to it as the “selling of one’s body” while holding other forms of work in a higher regard is nonsensical and blatant sex-shaming.
(via dank-potion)
It really is totally ridiculous. I’m not selling my body to anyone; I’m an independent contractor providing professional services.
(via freedominwickedness)
#a man is regretting giving the power of life and death to a vengeful 11-year old #a man should have expected this to go badly
Guys Ten couldn’t carry the Olympic torch
if he did Donna would see it on television, recognize him and thus her mind would burn up.
Eleven has realized this and thus he’s now carrying it to save her life.
He’s got it under control.
If there is a Doll among us, the most obvious choice, you know, who I think is the Doll, is Joss. Because he’s just here to “make a show” called “Dollhouse,” just to throw us all off, “oh, what a ridiculous show, oh, it’s some science fiction thing on Fox, he did a show about vampires, it’s ridiculous!” …or is it?
When Joseph-Nicephore Niepce took the first photograph in 1828, his photographic plate required an exposure of eight hours. That exposure time was drastically reduced across the course of the nineteenth century, so that by the 1890s the Collodion process had cut exposure times to two or three seconds.
Nevertheless, a three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.
These pictures are drawn from the Flickr group “The Smiling Victorian” and show a perhaps surprising side to the people who’s “now” was a hundred years before our own.
#who are you #you are white like a cat #you are about the size of a cat #but you do not smell like a cat #you smell like vegetables #not like the blood of your enemies
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