I fucking love Anders doing general women’s health stuff
but please let’s not forget about Wynne
Wynne teaching the young mages about birth control
Wynne mixing up warming poultices for menstrual cramps
a blushing teenage mage girl coming to Wynne and Wynne pulling a book off the shelf for her explaining how to have lesbian sex safely, and in doing so showing her where all the rest of those books are, and setting up a system so students too shy to ask to check those out the usual way can do so in private
Wynne talking in hushed tones to a Sister in the chantry about how it’s okay if she isn’t feeling like chastity is a sacrifice, that asexuality is an okay way to be
Wynne realizing that the number of Templar “guards” around when she was doing sex ed seemed rather high, and that they were intimidating the students, offering to teach to them too, and opening that up to the folks in the Chantry too
Wynne whipping up a potion for a transgender mage so she can grow up looking the way she wants to
I’m real tired of seeing skinny white kids painted as THE AVERAGE QUEER. Like please show me a curvy Indian agender kid from Brooklyn, a hispanic lesbian and her black girlfriend. A trans demisexual dude from Korea. GIVE ME SOMETHING OTHER THAN LANKY PALE PEOPLE WITH COLORFUL HAIR PLEASE GOD.
i like to think that hogwarts has a really strong wi-fi signal, but like the stair cases, it keeps moving around. just muggleborns, chillin on their laptops all suddenly stand up together, dash madly to a different corner of the school, and sit down wordlessly like some kind of mind hive flock of pigeons while the purebloods are just so confused
“I wouldn’t tell my nine-year-old self anything! I’ve seen Back to the Future enough to know that you don’t mess with time. Nice try, bro.”—Chris Pratt, responding to “What if you could tell your nine-year-old self, “One day, you’ll be starring in a film based on these comics you love?” - Rolling Stone, Issue 1215. (via captainsassmerica)
"Hello. My name is Luke Skywalker. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Never go up against a Mandalorian when death is on the line!" *immediately falls into Sarlacc pit*
"Bye, boys! Have fun storming the Death Star!"
"Wampas Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist."
"Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed, on Hoth?"
"It just so happens that Obi-Wan here is only mostly dead."
"Give us the access code." "What access code?" "Chewie, tear his arms off." "Ohhh you mean this access code!"
"I could give you my word as a Corellian…" "No good. I’ve known too many Corellians"
"Why can’t I see?" "You’ve been mostly-frozen all day."
That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “I know”, what he meant was, “I love you.”
"Why do you wear that black mask? Were you burned on Mustafar, or something like that?" "Oh no, it’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future."
"Luke doesn’t get eaten by the rancor at this time. "What?” “The rancor doesn’t get him. I’m explaining to you because you look nervous.”
"You are using the Makashi Riposte against me, ah?" "I thought it fitting considering the rocky terrain." "Naturally, you must expect me to attack with Vaapad?" "Naturally, but I find that Soresu cancels out Vaapad. Don’t you?" "Unless the enemy has studied his Ataru… which I have!"
“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”— Pearl (via psych2go)