Itmustvebeenherfau1t - L.

the sound of music is so iconic

like

the nuns roasting maria in three part harmony

‘the dress. you’ll have to put on another one before meeting the children’ ‘when we enter the abbey our worldly clothes are given to the poor’ ‘what about this one?’ ‘the poor didn’t want this one’

all seven children bursting into tears at dinner while Maria sips her tea

‘God bless whats his name’ (ten minutes later) ‘KURT! that’s the one I left out! God bless Kurt.’

maria passive aggressively praying about Liesl as she climbs through the window

tbh Captain Von Trapp dragging everyone around him at every possible moment like

‘you flatter me captain’ ‘oh I’m sorry, I meant to accuse you’ *AIR HORN SOUNDS*

‘I’m not finished yet!’ ‘OH YES YOU ARE, CAPTAIN.’ … ‘FRAULEIN’

liesl rolling her eyes at kurt during the blueberry/strawberry scene

honestly the love story I didn’t quite get as a kid but I’m SHOOK

when the baroness is trying to get the captain back on track but he just interrupts her and is like ‘there’s no use’

BUT WHEN THE BARONESS SAYS ‘well, she’ll never be a nun’ the look of SHOCK on his face like it honestly never occurred to him that Maria was in love with him too

so of course hes like ‘I must find her and kiss her immediately’

Von Trapp ripping the nazi flag in half like YES BINCH

THE MOST UNDERRATED SCENE THOUGH IS AFTER THE NAZIS RUN TO THEIR CARS TO CHASE THE VON TRAPPS AND THE SCENE SWITCHES TO THE TWO NUNS

‘reverend mother, I have sinned’ ‘I too, reverend mother’ *they both hold up coils from the nazi’s cars*

anyway this movie is the best and I love it

I can’t do justice to one of the weirdest camp stories I know. My friend tells it so well, and I can offer only a pale shadow of his story.

Last summer, he was working with one of the younger units comprised of ten year old boys. They had spent the night camping on another beach and were just readying themselves to depart. “Make sure you have all your things!” called my friend. “Don’t leave anything behind!”

One small boy came up, dragging a massive tangle of decomposing seaweed behind him. “But… what about me boy?” he asked, lip trembling.

“…what is ‘me boy’?”

The child held up the stinking wad of bull kelp. “This is him. This is Me Boy.”

“Me Boy is not coming back with us,” said his counselor. “You’re going to leave Me Boy behind on the beach where he belongs.”

The campers loudly mourned the loss of Me Boy. They insisted on giving him a Viking burial at sea, which just consisted of pushing him solemnly off the back of the rowboat into the water and watching him drift away in the surf.

That was only the beginning. Me Boy would be back.

The campers, in true camp fashion, possessed some kind of cultic hive-mind and a predisposition for bizarre memes. Me Boy would not be forgotten. They started telling each other stories about Me Boy and how he would one day rise again. There were warring factions with contradicting dogmas about Me Boy. Only when the gardener allowed them to take home a zucchini she had harvested did they find their god, born anew.

Me Boy, The Zucchini That Was A God, became the whole unit’s mascot. The kids would bicker over who got to carry him. They built nests and carriers for Me Boy and brought him to different activities, fiercely defending him from those that would do him harm. One child appointed himself the Voice of Me Boy and would translate the zucchini’s divine wishes into human speech.

It got out of hand. Me Boy had become a distraction, a fixation, a violent controversy. Something had to be done.

My friend, their counselor, took it upon himself to kill Me Boy. The children wailed in despair as he chopped their God into refreshing slices. With this sudden turn of fortune, followers of Me Boy turned to theophagy. “We must eat him to preserve his power!” they cried. Boys who would otherwise never have touched a vegetable ate greedily of this sacrament, eager to let Me Boy live on within them.

For a time, it seemed that peace and order had been restored, and the religion had already faded into its silver age. But only for a time.

In the last few days of camp, the religion of Me Boy splintered into several denominations. Every meal yielded new vegetable matter said to be a reincarnation of Me Boy, only for opposing groups to dismiss these as false prophets. Some believed that Me Boy was gone. Others believed his spirit lived on, intangible, omnipresent. Some believed he had found a new vessel inside a carrot, a pear, a slice of cantaloupe… even inside a child. There was chaos, and strife, and heartbreak without the guidance of Me Boy.

Does anyone else skip parts of books?

Like, I’ll be happily reading my book, thoroughly engrossed, and I’ll get so excited to read what happens next that I’ll skip what I was reading bc it was getting a bit boring and move on to the next page. At that point I always have to yell at myself to go back and finish reading the page before I move on for obvious reasons

But anyway, is that weird?

Sneaky Tessa and Scott reference in Wynonna Earp 03X07 👀

Do I Want To Date Her Or Be Her: A List

being bilingual is understanding but not being able to translate because your brain couldn’t be bothered to do any extra work and is just content with knowing what the heck is going on

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

No matter if you are trans, nonbinary or cis. No matter who you are attracted to or not. No matter if you feel sexual attraction or not: 

Wanting to have a family one day is okay. 

The desire to be a parent one day is not a “secret hetero fantasy” or a “sign you’re just going through a phase” or any silly stuff like that. A happy family is not something only cis, straight people are allowed to dream of!

It’s okay to dream of marriage and raising kids together with the love of your life. It’s okay to dream of being a single parent. It’s okay to dream of co-parenthood (like raising kids with a best friend you’re not romantically involved with). 

Your dreams may fully fit in with the “traditional” family or not at all - both is okay and neither means you are “weird”. 

It’s even okay to crave pregnancy or be sad because you can’t physically get pregnant. You’re not ridiculous and again, no, this does not mean you are secretly straight. “Baby Fever” is not a straights-only thing, and certainly not a cis-only thing either. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

PS: And no, you’ll not “ruin the life of your future kids”. Queer parents are not bad for a child - Bad parents are.