oh-the-mess-i-make:

madamehearthwitch:

evilkillerpoptarts:

momo-de-avis:

cumaeansibyl:

a) do you really think someone would put all that time and energy into making an infinity stone jewelry piece if they didn’t know all about the infinity stones

b) I don’t see you putting all that time and energy into making an infinity stone jewelry piece, what have you contributed lately besides being a dick to people for no reason

c) who gives a shit if you can’t name all the stones, you’re allowed to enjoy the shit you enjoy without some whiney ass loser quizzing you to the smallest detail

I will NEVER FORGET my first convention.  A table was doing Transformers trivia and you could win a prize.  The men in front of me were asked fairly difficult questions.  

Then I rolled up.  Dressed as Thrust because buttwings, damnit.

“Oh, we’ll go easy on you,” the dude said in the most condescending, smarmy tone.  “Name one of the dinobots.”

I rattled all five off in alphabetical order, and demanded that they tell me all six Constructicons.

There were several guys at the table.  They managed five.

“You forgot Bonecrusher,” I said sweetly and walked off.  I didn’t want the prize I’d rightfully earned.  Their spluttering was all I wanted.

If you’re gonna gatekeep, I’m gonna DESTROY YOU.

Great story BUT… You shouldn’t have to destroy them!!

You don’t have to love something in a ridiculously obsessive way that knows every tiny fucking detail for your love of it to bring you joy. If that’s how they get joy, cool, nice for them. But you don’t have to.

You can casually love a thing, cosplay as a thing, go to cons for a thing, without dissecting it into little pieces.

Women do not have to be exceptional in order to belong.

WOMEN DO NOT HAVE TO BE EXCEPTIONAL IN ORDER TO BELONG

anyone remember that one guy who was harassing natalie portman for wearing a star wars shirt and claiming she probably doesnt even know what star wars is?