shaburdies:

Glinda! Is it true - you were her friend?

Well… it depends what you mean by “friend”. I did know her. That is, our paths did cross. At school…

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pholotinshep:

mechanicbird:

eroticmirotic:

timemachineyeah:

 

I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again - 

Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone. 

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time. 

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office. 

Reblogging hard for that last comment.

I WANTED TO SAY THIS BUT THEN SOMEONE ELSE DID and I’m damn proud.

GLORIOUS

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favoritewickedthings:

1mewk1:

This is my favorite theatre moment of all time. For the first time in her entire life, Elphaba isn’t alone anymore. For the first time ever, she’s not the only one being stared at. For the first time ever she has been shown compassion. For the first time ever, she stated something that others followed. 

THIS^^^^^

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she was red, and terrible, and misunderstood.

marciaoverstrand:

yo so tonight instead of doing any of my work I have become consumed with melisandre emotions/analysis so congratulations you lot get to reap my early-morning-stream-of-thought bullet points yee haw I apologise for the general incoherency.

melisandre is one of the most heinously underrated and misunderstood characters in the entirety of GoT/asoiaf, and it’s for one big reason (a reason that is - shock!!!!! horror!!!!! - prevalent in both the show and the books. that may terrify those who uphold the books as the paragon of narrative brilliance, but at this point I’m too tired to do anything more than chuckle feebly in that direction. also it’s beside the point. but whatever).

anyway, what I’m getting at is that whenever I try to discuss melisandre or attempt to glean another’s opinion of her, what I get met with the vast majority of the time is this:

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bramblepatch:

justjasper:

there had to be slytherin students who didn’t go with the rest of the house and fought in the battle for hogwarts

kids who took off their ties so nobody could clock them, who blended in with the forces

kids who kept their ties on and realised it would be a lonely fight

kids who watched as the other houses recognised them, and stood in silent solidarity with them,

kids who hated slytherin house, but knew anyone who stayed was their ally

a group of school children are not a lost cause, are not rotten to the core, even if they’ve been raised on some poisonous shit. it’s a shame they were treated like they were irredeemable by the canon narrative

And then there also had to be the ones who evacuated with the younger students, looking over their shoulders in case of pursuit, wands in hand and hexes on their tongues.

Who counted heads and made sure, with the memory for faces and names that makes for a budding politician, that the youngest students were there - not only their own house, but the preteens in yellow and blue and red, too.

Who saw a third year about to sneak off to join the battle and stunned him and carried him out to safety, lying through their teeth - he fell and hit his head in the rush, someone make sure he’s ok - because tonight of all nights no one is going to buy that that attack was for the boy’s own good.

Who, when confronted with a girl in a red and gold scarf who is four months short of her seventeenth birthday and full of fire and steel, demanding why they’re here, why they’re hiding like cowards, why they aren’t fighting, could look down their nose at the bloodthirsty little fool and inform her that people will die tonight, good brave, loyal, intelligent people, but people will live tonight, too. And some of those people will be the generation of young students smuggled out of the castle, who we have seen get away safe, no thanks to your lust for battle. And some of those will be the veterans who limp away as the dust clears, and they will need succor - can you brew a bone knitting potion with the contents of your school bag over a tea light? Because I can. And the world will continue to turn and no matter how important the battle that is raging, the wizarding world is bigger than one castle and wizarding society is more than one institution.

Because cunning is not cowardice, and ambition is not a sin, and some day someone in this milling crowd of scared children will sit on the Wizengamot and someone will invent a startlingly effective magical treatment for a common illness and someone will create renowned works of art and it will, in part, be because I helped make sure they were safely clear of Hogwarts before the castle started falling down around our ears.

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