So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was…


Joss Whedon gave no fucks about the fourth wall


ChaosLife: Pocket Proposal

A personal proposal to pants purveyors.*

And thanks to our Patreon patrons, this isn’t even the last ChaosLife of the week! Thanks everyone and stay tuned!

*Of course, we know it’s possible to find women’s jeans with real pockets, but it shouldn’t be as ridiculously hard as it is, should it?

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"when women wear makeup they’re basically lying to us" well i don’t see why i’m being blamed for a man stupid enough to really think i have red and gold eyelids


A moment of silent for everybody whose boobs ruin their graphic tees


I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

Pretty much….


Impulse - $6.99




i wish puberty took you to a customize your character screen

do you realize how many people would be dragons

Or blood elves….


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Knowing that he wouldn’t be there for her wedding, a terminally ill father walked his 11-year-old down the ‘aisle’ years early with the pastor sweetly pronouncing them ‘daddy and daughter’.

Jim Zetz, 62, from Murrieta, California, who has stage 4 pancreatic cancer, proudly held his daughter, Josie’s hand during their backyard ceremony on March 14 and placed a sparkling ring on her index finger.” 

oh my god this made me cry

this is disgusting

How revolting. What a pig of a man. He can’t bear the thought of his daughter not being owned by a man.

Or maybe if she decides she WANTS to marry the love of her life he wishes he could walk her down the aisle you fucking idiots

Yes let us force heterosexuality and archaic rituals of the patriarchal exchange of property onto pre-pubescent children, wooo freedom of choice woo

omg r u srs

okay seriously literally nowhere in the article or the post is a male spouse or husband even mentioned

ohhhhhhhhhhh my god

i’m really tired but what the fuck

how dare a girl be upset that her father won’t be able to experience a major milestone of her life, should it occur

wow check out that disgusting internalised misogyny

how dare a dying father do something cute and sentimental for his daughter

wow check out that sexist piece of scum


how dare they

these two horrible human beings

ahaha wait no you’re just absolutely abhorrent individuals bye

(this post is brought to you today by a queer woman with a girlfriend who also happens to really want her dad to walk her down the aisle if she ever gets married)

Haha, I love how everyone just loves gays as soon as they have a chance to Heteronormatise us. It doesn’t matter if she marries a man or a woman (and she undoubtedly will marry, or at least badly want to, after this little display of emotional manipulation) marriage is and ways has been an ownership ritual, and exchange of property between two men.

Open a history book then get back to me.

did you just zoom over the part where i’m queer as a fucking twelve dollar bill

open a history book more like open your own asshole and climb back inside where you belong

Being a girl who lost her father at ten years old to brain cancer, to all who say this is disgusting or homophobic or whatever arguments you’re bringing into this, I’d like to sincerely extend a passionate, from-the-bottom-of-my-heart plate of "fuck you” and then explain to you why you’re fucking trash.

This ceremony between a young daughter and her ailing father is not a symbol of oppression or ownership. This is so much more than an opportunity to walk his daughter down an aisle; this is about comforting her, because she is going to lose one of the biggest role models in her life and a huge part of her family.It’s going to take her so long to grieve and to fully understand what death even means. And the meaning of her father dying is going to strike her a certain moments throughout the rest of her days. It will take her years and years to get over.

She is going to go through an unnumbered amount of birthdays and holidays without her father. She’s going to come home from school, wanting to tell her father about the day, and suddenly hit a wall of reality and remember that her father is no longer there. Maybe she will meet someone she wishes to spend the rest of her life with - forget if she’s gay or trans or whatever she does/will identify as (that has nothing to do with any of this tbh) - he will not be apart of her newly formed family. Perhaps even one day she will have a child, and he will not be there to hold her newborn. I know this because I’ve experienced most of these moments of sheer pain and grief over the past eleven years, and I’m still not over it. Nevermind what this young girl chooses to do with her life or how she lives it, her father will not physically be there to guide her through it.

This is his way of promising to always be with her in soul and spirit, you fucking fucks. This is how he chose to give her a sense of closure before he passes on.

It’s a father pledging to his daughter that he will always be her daddy, regardless of whether Death separates the two or not. And that little girl will, for the rest of her life, look back at this moment and remember that her daddy is with her. He might not be there, she might not see him, but his love is with her. Because love is fucking eternal.

I swear, I have never been so thoroughly sickened by people on Tumblr trash in my entire life. And maybe this rant was all out of pure emotion but I stand by every single fucking word. So, just because I can’t just keep typing it over and over again (though I’d love to) to you few, I’ll say it a final time: fuck you.

The above argument wins all the awards.

I second that fuck you.

(Also, if you ever happen to see this, I am SO sorry for your loss. Brain cancer took away two people who were very important to me. It’s the absolute worst.)

Have a third to that