IF THIS ISN’T YOUR FAVOURITE YOU’RE LYING
John Barrowman & David Tennant behind the scenes of Doctor Who
one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there
So to review:
1) Vaccines don’t cause autism. The man who did the single study on which the entire anti-vax movement hangs its hat? He has had his credentials as a doctor stripped, been sued repeatedly, and has *admitted that he lied about the study.* He admitted he fixed the results so they’d be the results that the people who were paying him wanted.
2) Vaccines don’t cause autism but they /do/ decrease the herd immunity of the human race.
3) Herd immunity is important. Herd immunity is what means we don’t have polio, or smallpox, or whoop—
— oh, you mean all of those things are making a comeback?
Vaccinate your kids.
It doesn’t cause autism. An extremely, extremely limited number of people will react to vaccines — but your child’s chances of reacting to vaccines is minuscule compared to your child’s — or your — chances of dying from a really fucking horrifying disease if we don’t reverse this trend.
And for fuck’s sake, stop blaming vaccines for autism. My son was born with his brain wired differently. He’s neurodiverse. He isn’t brain-damaged.
my Dad makes dad jokes but because hes a physics teacher theyre not common dad jokes
"hey dad, whats up?"
"Up is a directional vector with no force"
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clenches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plently of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
Remember how mom used to take us to that rug store? They had those extra pieces, the parts of the rug that didn’t really fit anywhere. I always kinda felt like that was you and me. You know, the remainders. Two girls holding on to each other so tight because we really did not fit anywhere else.