Bevendre

thepiedsniper:

Okay, I’ve started to notice a resurgence in brony hate on my dash. Every single one seems to be running with the whole “all bronies are creepy weirdos who are sexualising a kid’s show about ponies thereby condoning both bestiality and pedophilia and now my kids aren’t safe on the internet” stereotype. I just want to say how disappointed I am. You’ve misappropriated the term “brony”, which started out meaning simply “people who like My Little Pony”. The same people perpetuating this bullshit are the same people who hate when “feminist” is treated as a dirty word, because the ignorant are unfairly generalising the feminist community as uptight misandrists. These are the same people who, when Amanda Abbington was quoted as being concerned about her children finding Johnlock porn, questioned why she would be giving her children complete unmediated access to the internet when any responsible person knows Rule 34 is indeed a fucking rule. The same people who watch Disney movies with pride and think that people reminding them they’re designed for children are fucking idiots because… duh.

I’ve never understood why MLP:FiM is the exception to the unconditional nerd love I see on Tumblr. “But bronies have to make everything about ponies!” I hear some of you whine. Well I’m sick of seeing an unrelated post turned into any combination of Supernatural, Doctor Who and Sherlock, ad nauseum. I like those fandoms, but they can exhibit just as many obsessive tendencies as MLP can. I’m not into certain things, but when they turn up on my dash I scroll past it like a grown-up.

I just… I’m so sad that there are people making it difficult for others to express their interest in the things they like. I’m sick of the hypocrisy.

(via jitterbugjive)

fleurmod:

Openness, breaking the bonds of convention
And floating through the thoughts of
The reader, free and unknowable.
Weighted down by its own intent and ambition,
It falls like the bold Grecian son, 
But it does not sink.
Instead it rides upon inspiration and madness
To a new plane of understanding, 
Foreign to what it knew,
Familiar to all it has known,
Forever flowing and floating
From one mind to the next
In clarity, and in confusion.

What is closed may open,
Through the turning of not one key,
But many,
And then it may float in the aether
As its kin always has,
Though it carries with it
More love,
More scorn,
More depth,
And less submersability.
It trails after its kin,
Weighed down with structure,
Just as the other is weighed with ambition,
And while what is open may float bold and free
The closed moves with timidity,
Fearing the ones who will chain it again,
Yet always awaiting their gaze.



(Quick poem crapped out in 3 minutes during a theory class.)