this is not my heart

Usually at least 73% coffee. Mouthy, fannish, ridiculous, and queer.


Currently obsessed with books, tarsiers, vintage style, carne asada fries, gender identity, giant sunglasses, Frank Iero, pigtails, terrible Lifetime movies, and pink lipstick.


If you're here because of the Mona Lisa/Sins mashup, go tell Emily Sachs that she's awesome. It was all her, I just reblogged it.
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soupsoup:

popculturebrain:

My spoiler policy for television is after it airs on the west coast it’s fair game. The picture went up at 2 am. If you’re reading Tumblr or Twitter or Facebook (or any source for current events whether it be sports, news, entertainment, etc), if you’re on the Internet in general, you run the risk of spoilers. In this particular case, the winner of a reality show, that to me is like the Oscars or a big game. 

With DVR, DVD, and time shifting there’s too much grey area regarding the grace period for spoilers. There’s no way to please everyone. Is one day enough? Is two days enough? What about someone who was planning to watch it this weekend? Personally, I try to watch things on the same night, but am aware that if I don’t, I could see spoilers. It’s the individual’s responsibility.

Sorry folks, but welcome to 2011. If you don’t like spoilers, stay off the Internet.

Nope.  I don’t actually have a TV, so I don’t care one way or the other personally, but people refusing to take responsibility for their own actions and the way they’ve made other people uncomfortable or upset is some privileged bullshit.  “Sorry you’ve got a job or some other obligation that made it impossible for you to be as amazing as me and see this brand new thing the second it happened!  I’m so special that I saw it before you did and I’m telling everyone that I saw it so that everyone knows I’m fucking amazing!”  Is it really that hard to be considerate for two or three days?  Apparently so.

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