My name is Noel. I am a 23 year old trans man, Anglophile, atheist, nerd, rocker, and a plethora of other adjectives. I have an undying love for the following fandoms: Doctor Who, Sherlock, House of Anubis, Harry Potter, Torchwood, The Mighty Boosh, IT Crowd, Dexter, The Walking Dead, The Avengers, The Hunger Games and many others. Expect massive amounts of fan-boying.
Previous urls: rainbow-hypergay, the-boy-who-chased-down-the-sun
**Disclaimer: Aside from being a fanboy, I post a lot of social justice issues on my blog. If you have an issue with that, I suggest you unfollow me or use Tumblr savior to blacklist the following terms: Racism, transphobia, homophobia, sexism, misogyny, feminism, politics, Republican, GOP, suicide, self-harm, rape, cultural appropriation, religion, atheist, homosexual, gay porn, porn, nudity...I'll think of more as I come to them.**
At one point in time I could enjoy silence. I found nothing but beauty in sunbeam dust. People repeating my words was just an irritant. I did not question ticking clocks and I could look away from angel statues without fear. I didn’t get out of reach of mannequins, and I did not freak when I forgot what I was doing. Captivity did not used to have musical meaning, and not everything deserved to be given a chance. There was a time when I was indifferent to bow ties, and a time when I did not look up at the stars and listen, hoping to hear the sound of a beautiful blue box.
(A man comes to the counter and places two dresses on the counter:
one sized XS and one sized XXL.)
“Are these dresses both for the same woman?”
“Oh, okay. These are both very different sizes, so they are not likely to fit the same person. What size does she usually take?”
“Um… I’m not sure.”
“Well, does she look more like me or more like her?”
my manager is quite small, and I am quite big.)
“Um… uh… I’m sure these will be fine.”
“Sir, because the price is marked down on these dresses they will be Final Sale, so you will not be able to return them if they are not the right size. Are you sure we can’t help you?”
(The customer looks around furtively, then leans in close so that only my manager and I can hear what he is saying.)
“These dresses are for me, actually.”
(My manager looks at me, and I at her, and then she turns to the customer and speaks a very matter of fact voice.)
“Why don’t you go try them on, then?”
“Really? Would that be okay with you?”
“Of course! Let me get you started with a fitting room.”
(I spend the next hour bringing this man dresses to try on and he had a lovely time! He introduced himself to me and thanked us profusely for being so understanding and helpful. He left with four dresses, all of which fit him to a tee, and he came back regularly after that.)
The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals in their shelters.
It takes less than a minute (only about 15 seconds actually) to go to their site and click on the purple box titled, ‘Click Here to Give - it’s FREE!’. Every click gives about .6 bowls of food to sheltered dogs. You can also click daily!
Keep in mind that this does not cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. [via.]
#in which Bruce Banner finally finds somebody who isn’t afraid to kid around with him #because he has a sense of humour after all #’i’m sorry, that was mean’ anyone? #but everybody tiptoes around him because ‘oh shit, he’s a monster’ #but then he meets Tony #someone who’s not afraid to be around him #someone who might actually be a friend #and that means so much to him and permeates so deep that even when he’s the fucking Hulk he still wants to save Tony’s ass #because by not treating the Hulk like a monster, Tony stopped him from being one
#SCIENCE BRO FEELS
#because by not treating the Hulk like a monster, Tony stopped him from being one