"From the Vault"
Source: Women of Star Trek, facebook
lol I love vines
baby hippo baby hippo baby hippo!
WE INTERRUPT THIS NERD BLOG FOR A BABY HIPPO.
YOU MAY NOW GO BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED FANGIRLING.
OH MAI GAWD
My heart just melted…
And then it grows up…
if you want a show that’s about Captain Kirk but an old west bounty hunter
then The Adventures of Brisco County Jr. is the show for you
Not to say that Brisco and Kirk are the same character. But they’re extremely similar.
"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
Perfect response is perfect.
Jesus Christ. I hope these are legit because some of these are raising FABULOUS questions.
you know, my mom told me that when i was little i used to tell her recurring tidbits of a linear series of events from “when i was older”
she mentioned me pointing an old man and getting really excited and saying “hey that man was my student when i used to teach piano!” in a situation, or saying “you know i like you more than my other mom, she was so mean” and my personal favourite is the one where i said “i used to have a gilrfriend once, you know, we were on my motorcyle and i lost control and fell off a cliff on the roadside, i really hope she’s okay”
Children are scary as fuck.
I need to stay away
Wasn’t there a post going around about how maybe the ‘Light at the end of the Tunnel’ that people go to when they die is the opening of the womb when we’re born? And we gradually forget our previous lives as we grow older? Because that post combined with this post scares the living crap outta me.
My mom says that before she realized she was pregnant with my brother, four year old me ran up excitedly going “Mommy I just saw God hiding over there! He said there’s a baby in you! I hope its a little sister!”
And a week later she found out she was three months pregnant.
A while later she says i sadly walked up and went “I wanted a baby sister, but its gonna be a baby brother.” And then wandered back to my toys.
My mom tells me once that when I was like 3, I don’t remember what she said I was responding to, but apparently I said
"Remember? Back when I was big and you was little."
Also, I apparently said a lot of creepy things, like knowing what my Grandpa always did in the car exactly without ever being in the car w/ him, that kind of thing.
Little kids are scary as fuck.
When my little sister was just a baby we would take her into her room to change her diaper. She would always stare into the corner of the ceiling across the room and even try to look around us while we changed her. Finally when she first started learning how to talk she was staring at the same spot and said in the most sympathetic voice, “why are you crying?”
To the empty corner of the room.
Apparently I used to ask the same thing to empty corners when I was little.
I don’t know if this really counts, but when I was 3, I think, my mom’s cousin Lizzy had just died. And so there was a family gathering shortly after the funeral and I got sick and my step-dad took me home to get some medicine. I fell asleep on the car ride home and my step-dad put me in my room while he went and got stuff around the house and grabbed medicine and everything, and was asleep when he came back and got me, too.
But when I get back to the family gathering I went up to my mom and said, “Mommy, Lizzy and I played Lucky Ducks!” and she told me that wasn’t funny and unzipped my coat and a Lucky Duck fell out.
when i was about three and my mum told me she was going to have a baby i looked at her seriously and said “there’s two, and they’re boys”
neither my mum nor the doctor had any idea at that point that she was carrying twins but i was 100% right.
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After you’ve been chased by a bear once, every time you go into the woods from there on out you develop detailed “What I will do if a bear comes after me again” plans for every situation. Every place you go you’re looking for the rock you will hit the bear with or making sure you have a weapon handy and a clear escape route, and you know the bear is going to be bigger and stronger, but you are ready to fight that sumbitch and wear that bear skin around your shoulders every day for the rest of your life. And then you almost want it to happen again just so you can prove to the bear how ready you are to give it hell, you’re just like “come at me bear! I fukken dare you!”
This isn’t an analogy for anything, I was just thinking about the time a bear chased me. Please don’t fight bears, I claim no responsibility for injuries that result from bear combat.
Mike and Sulley grade school concept art.