There are many more things to love about wyll…. but of these things, which are ur faves….. reblog add ur own favorite things in the tags… perhaps I will make a part 2 of more things such as “approves when a goblin kisses ur toes” “refuses to engage in bdsm with a strange white man in a goblin camp, but supports ur decision anyway.” “Gets kind of horny when u lick a spider.” “Believes in the rights and dignity of the disabled like himsel and will tolerate nothing else” “THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS SALUTE!!!!!” “Ex-president of the dribbles fan society (of which he was the only member) this is a joke however if u pick up the clown pieces he goes ‘sorry dribbles’ and is the only one to laugh at dribbles joke and pretend he doesn’t but still goes I love a good clown… [blade of frontiers vc] and dribbles.. is THE BEST!!!” “Meows in public.” And so many other wondrous things….
Wyll warriors, ravenguardians. I know… truly an impossible choice to pick just one thing… but u must.
Do not fall into despair. Continue calling your local officials, attending protests, boycotting companies that fund open genocide. Because of this media blackout, we are now Palestine’s voice - please do your best for them.
A picture that says “A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization? The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon.
Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.”
The second picture is a news headline. It is bolded and a much larger font. “27-year-old who couldn’t afford $1,200 insulin copay dies after trying cheaper version.”
The third picture is the same font and size as the Margaret Mead quote. It’s a continuation. It says, “A femur is the longest bone in the body, linking hip to knee. In societies without the benefits of modern medicine, it takes about six weeks of rest for a fractured femur to heal. A healed femur shows that someone cared for the injured person, did their hunting and gathering, stayed with them, and offered physical protection and human companionship until the injury could mend.”
The fourth picture is another headline. It is in a large and bolded type. “Dying man who couldn’t afford to go to hospital after vomiting blood"
The fifth picture is a screenshot of the Margaret Mead story.
Mead explained that where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—rules, no healed femurs are found. The first sign of civilization is compassion, seen in a healed femur.
The next screenshot is of a slightly different font. The letters are pointier and the lines are a little curvier. It says, “Susan Finley returned to her job at a Walmart retail store in Grand Junction Colorado, after having to call in sick because she was recovering from pneumonia.
The day after she returned, the fifty three year old received her ten year associate award — and was simultaneously laid off, according to her family. She had taken off one day beyond what is permitted by Walmart’s attendance policy.
After losing her job in May 2016, Finley also lost her health insurance coverage and struggled to find a new job. Three months later, Finley was found dead in her apartment after avoiding going to see a doctor for flu-like symptoms.
A screenshot of a bold, bigger headline. It says ‘The house always wins’: Insurers’ record profits.
A final screenshot of smaller text with a slightly gray background. It says “We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.” /end ID.]
McDonald’s giving away free fries if you use their mobile app and then updating the terms and conditions to say if you use this app you waive your right to trial in any class action lawsuits and have to do mandatory arbitration is INSANE
I don’t know that the canonical Bertie Wooster could be called “progressive” (or “politically engaged” or “aware of anything that’s going on outside of his immediate sphere of acquaintances with funny nicknames”) but you can’t argue he wouldn’t support gay marriage. Bertie Wooster neither likes nor understands straight marriage, but he fights for his friends who inexplicably want to do that.
And if you change your pronouns, Bertie Wooster will never fuck them up because he barely has room in his brain for one set of them per person. As soon as you tell him, the old ones just evaporate. He might ask Jeeves about it later, but it’d be to the tune of “I say, Jeeves, why didn’t you tell me that Bingo was a woman this whole time? I’ve been calling her a bloke for years; she must think I’m a perfect ass.”
To be clear, he doesn’t understand that she transitioned. He thinks that she’s always been a lady. He’d try to explain it to someone and accidentally be the most supportive ally.
an aunt, probably: What’s all this nonsense about young Bingo, then? I hear he’s gotten it into his head that he’s a woman. Going about in dresses and such.
Bertie: Oh, I was confused as well, but it turned out to be rather a large misunderstanding. Bingo is a woman, always has been.
Aunt: That can’t be right, Bertie; he was at Eton with you, you absolute chump.
Bertie: Well, yes. Some sort of scholarship program, perhaps? I’m fuzzy on the details. But she’s very definitely a woman. She told me so herself, and I daresay she would know. Bit embarrassing for all of us, really; we mistook her for a bloke for years, the poor girl. She must have been too polite to say anything about it.
Aunt: But he’s gone his whole life up until last week looking like a man! If he were a woman, why would he not present himself as such?
Bertie: There was a dress code. I don’t know how many times I was told off for a scruffy tie.
Aunt: I don’t mean at school, you dunce. Even if - and it’s still nonsense, mind you - even if I were to accept that Eton somehow permitted this ridiculous state of affairs, what about afterwards?
Bertie: Oh, I haven’t the foggiest. I’ve long since given up on explaining the fairer sex, as well you know.
Aunt: Bertram, he was christened ‘Richard’.
Bertie: Yes, bit of an odd choice on her parents’ part. I mean, you don’t see many girls named Richard, what? I say, do you suppose that’s why she goes by 'Bingo’? If I were a lady saddled with Bingo’s Christian name, I should likely choose something else too.
Aunt: Have you spoken to Jeeves about all this?
Bertie: Naturally.
Aunt: And? What is his evaluation?
Bertie: He says that when a young lady asserts that she is, in fact, a lady, one ought to take her word for it.
Bertie: Very sensible, I thought. One can always trust Jeeves in these matters.
