I am a Refreshingly Quirky Unitarian Universalist ENFP 4w5/7w6/9w1 book wyrm, nerdfighter, and Hufflepuff. This tumblr will display anything I like from the profound to the flippant to the strange to the silly to the beautiful. Stuff I enjoy: Doctor Who, Sherlock, Castle, White Collar, Firefly, Last of the Mohicans, Harry Potter, NCIS, Bones, Treasure Planet, Tamora Pierce books, Diana Gabaldon books, Lois McMaster Bujold books, Patricia Briggs books, Gail Dayton books, John Green books, vlogbrothers, shakespeare, poetry, steampunk, Renaissance Faires, Sci-Fi cons, Christopher Moore books, Good Omens, Jane Austen books, books in general, Dungeons and Dragons, Dollhouse, House, dragons, knitting, chainmaille, chocolate, and poetry
can’t you imagine it though?
ginny’s going through a questioning phase and her older brothers keep making sex jokes so she writes in her diary “what’s a clitoris?” and tom’s on the other side like “i am a dark lord but i have a duty to this poor girl”
are you trying to insinuate that Voldemort gave Ginny Weasley the sex talk
Transphobes will still hate trans people regardless of how nice we are.
Queerphobes will hate queer people regardless of how nice we are.
Sexists will still hate women regardless of how nice we are.
Racists will still hate people of color regardless of how nice we are.
It doesn’t matter what we say or how we say it, they will still hate. And if your “support” is totally dependent on oppressed people’s tone and attitude, then you weren’t a supporter to begin with.
I was just a 17-year old kid from the Bronx with dreams of becoming a scientist, and somehow the world’s most famous astronomer found time to invite me to Ithaca in upstate NY and spend a Saturday with him.
I remember that snowy day like it was yesterday. He met me at the bus stop. He showed me his laboratory at Cornell University. Carl reached behind his desk, and inscribed this book (Cosmic Connection) for me:
For Neil Tyson,
With all good wisdom to a future astronomer.
- Carl Sagan
At the end of the day, he drove me back to the bus station. The snow was falling harder. He wrote his phone number, his home phone number, on a scrap of paper. And he said, “If the bus can’t get through, call me. Spend the night at my home, with my family.”
I already knew I wanted to become a scientist, but that afternoon I learned from Carl the kind of person I wanted to become. He reached out to me and to countless others. Inspiring so many of us to study, teach, and do science. Science is a co-operative enterprise, spanning the generations. It’s the passing of a torch from teacher to student to teacher. A community of minds reaching back from antiquity and forward to the stars.