oldcoyote:

there’s something magical about ugly women. women who broke the ruleset constantly imposed on us all, and instead of apologising for it, cracked a smile and carried on and blew people away anyway. women who looked in the mirror and saw something less than what the world told them to be, and did what they fucking well wanted to anyway

Cleopatra wasn’t beautiful. from what i gather, stories about her beauty were made up mostly to discredit her, but all evidence points to her being plain as day, but with the brains and the sheer unbridled force of an epic personality to pull of what she did, to be remembered like she is

Janis Joplin and Nina Simone and a dozen other female singers are still constantly mocked, even in their hallowed place in the halls of music history, for being ‘ugly’. do you think they gave a shit? it doesn’t mean your soul feels any less alive when you hear their music, when their voices hit your ears and the sound gets in your blood and makes you feel like you’re on fire

Carrie Fisher hated the way she looked. she loathed her lack of ‘classic’ beauty, picked herself apart constantly. she hated that she aged, she hated that she gained weight, but she decided in the end she didn’t care. and she was one of the most brilliant, hilarious, charming, and beloved women in recent history because the person she was underneath all the other incarnations of her stood larger than life

there’s a million other incredible women – scientists, activists, artists, poets, etc and on who completely blew apart the expectations of what women are supposed to be and do and want, in just about every era of our history. do you think more than a handful of them were truly beautiful in the way the world today quantifies it? 

ugly used to make me feel angry and alone, and then i started listing names. now it makes me feel powerful.

and yet, “everybody’s beautiful” is what i see stamped everywhere right now. maybe, if you so badly need them to be. but if you do maybe that’s something you have to think about a bit more. how about “nobody has to be beautiful”

or even better, fuck beautiful. be amazing.

15 “What, now I’m only allowed to find half the population attractive?” Holsom?

omgericzimmermann:

Warnings for: vaguely NSFW language and the city of Santa Cruz. 

Holster always knew it would happen like this: he would be
having an otherwise normal conversation with someone and the opportunity to
make a bad joke about how not straight he was would present itself, he wouldn’t
be able to resist the temptation, and then everyone would know.

Like on some level, he’s a-ok with this because it’s 2016 it
shouldn’t be a big deal anymore, they’re at Samwell, he can just mention it
causally like that’s always been the case and everyone’s always known it’s the
case and that should be that.

He…he didn’t mean for it to be Ransom that he came out to. Not
first.

“Because it’ll be fuckin’ sick,” Ransom insists, showing
Holster the vacation rental he’s found. “Look how close it is to the beach!
Because bro, you do understand that there are
not beaches in Seattle right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Holster says. He’s looking forward to their
short vacation before they move west. They’re going together, because how could
they not, because Holster’s going to the Schooners and Ransom’s going to UW Med
and they’re going to be together. It’s the only part of his future Holster’s
ever been sure of – Ransom will be there. “It’s fuckin’ sweet.”

“Right?” Ransom says, clicking the reservation forms for
their beach stay. They’ll probably bring some of the team – Bitty, Jack, Shits,
Lardo, maybe Dex and Nursey if they can promise not to shoot each other,
Chowder if he wants to stay in a rental in Santa Cruz instead of his actual
house – but for the majority of the vacation it’ll be him and Ransom.

“Bro, just think
of how many hot chicks we’ll get to see,” Rans says, his head falling back in
delight.

“What? I’m only allowed to find half the population
attractive now?” Holster asks.

The words are out of his mouth before he really registers
what he’s just said, but Rans is staring at him, his eyes wide.

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ahausonfire:

chillwhiskey:

listen,,,, derek nurse takes a photography class SPECIFICALLY so he can make dex the subject of his series of photos and have him pose however nursey wants him

“nursey why do i have to put these flowers in my hair”

“u don’t want me to fail do you?”

“ok but is it necessary for me to take my shirt off?”

“srsly do you want my gpa to drop? bc i won’t be able to play if i fail this class”

meanwhile nursey has an 110% in the class and could literally not turn in the next 10 assignments and still manage a B in the class

I don’t want to be a jerk, hopping on this pure post and running wild, but think about the end-of-semester art show, where all the best projects from the various art classes are on display and the entire community is invited to see… and of course smh shows up, because that’s what they do… and maybe Dex isn’t prepared to see himself through the lens of Nursey’s camera.

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Random flyby saying that I freaking adore your comic- and my question is: how tall are these guys compared to each other (apart from Bits who we all know is a petite babby)?

omgcheckplease:

YES!! I have been waiting for this question.

You can actually see the relative heights of the Boys in the Hockey Shit with R&H comic on nicknames:

Everything’s relative, because my proportions are ~wacky~. And I often do not succeed in sticking to their height/size differences in the comic and extras.  BUT if I did, this is how the Boys would look like standing next to each other. When it comes to weight, Holster and Ransom are *around* 220lb and 210Ib, Shitty’s like 160lb, Jack’s probably riding 200lb, and Bitty’s 125lb.  (Maybe. If he’s been eating protein.) I had to reference a lot of college hockey rosters to cook up these heights and weights. (And a lot of figure skating websites.)

AND YO IT’S LARDO. She’s in the next comic. Now is a good time to apologize for not updating.

tiny-potatos:

samwellgotyourback:

des-zimbits:

My problem is really that I need a narrative arc for Ransom and Holster that isn’t “they’re pining (they think) unrequitedly for each other” because that is just Not Working for me right now.

Holster and Ransom hook up casually one night in their first semester of freshman year, but aren’t prepared for how Right it feels. they have an awkward few days trying to avoid the subject but they can’t avoid the attraction, and start seeing each other. it gets pretty heavy pretty fast, and they’re both kind of scared of what’s happening. they meet up over winter break and come to their Agreement:

A) they’re probably It for each other
B) they’re both young and dumb and not ready for It to happen yet
C) this is college, they want to explore sexuality and romance and have terrible stories about waking up handcuffed to streetlamps or what have you.

So the deal is this. They keep their thing on hold until they graduate. If there’s still a spark – if it’s still It for them – then go for it. But they take the next few years to work out themselves, to grow as people, and to explore fully the limits of the human reproductive systems.

They don’t pretend it’s not tough sometimes, seeing the other with someone else. And a couple of times the agreement has come close to breaking down – but they talk it out. They know they have a good thing here, and they’re not gonna let miscommunication ruin that for them.

And buried within the meat of the Agreement is the Niagara clause. One place where it’s null and void – where they’re not Ransom and Holster, Hockey Bros, but Justin and Adam, disgustingly in love and so excited to get to the rest of their lives together.

*slams fist on the table* YES!!!!!!

OK all the other headcanons can go home. This one is perfect. All the angst with out the major servings of unrequited attraction. I mean there is angst but also…. HAPPINESS !!!!💓💓💓💓