Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

prowl-great-cain:

howtobeafxxkinglady:

high-shawty:

howtobeafxxkinglady:

daneedelion:

howtobeafxxkinglady:

military worship in this country is out of fucking control

excuse me?

military worship in this country is out of fucking control 

Yea you’re right, we shouldn’t honor the people willing to risk their life to save ours and defend our country … oh

Military worship in this country is out of fucking control

I’m in the military and yes it’s out of fucking control. Most of the people I know in the military feel the same way. You civilians need to calm the fuck down. Most of us joined in our teens or early twenties. For a lot of us it was because we needed a job, and we didn’t see any other options, and this job has good benefits, especially for an uneducated young person in America. We get healthcare and education!! That’s some tempting fucking fruit. But this is a JOB. Some people in the military become heroes, that’s true. Jumping on grenades, defusing bombs, dragging a wounded person from the middle of a firefight. They usually end up dead in the process. Those people deserve respect, in my opinion. They give their lives for their friends, no matter whether or not you agree with the policies that put them there in the first place. But a lot of people in America reflexively claim that everyone in the military is a hero, full stop. This isn’t true and it lets people look the other way when something is actually wrong in the military, because it’s the military, they’re heroes, they can do no wrong.

We’re doing a job, and a lot of us are never really put in harm’s way. I work in a climate controlled lab for 8 hours a day, for instance. Really grueling. Such a hero. This fawning lip service of an infallible military doesn’t do us any good. I know people who have bought into it, who have heard so many people tell them that they’re heroes that they actually believe it, and they are the stupid and dangerous ones. Joining the military does not make you a hero, and calling us heroes might make you feel all warm and fluffy and red white and blue but it doesn’t do anything for the people that end up on the streets with PTSD or come home with life-changing injuries or in a box. We’re human beings, not some concept that you can just mindlessly adulate and then feel better about yourself.

mariesbookblog:

lyrasoxford:

troylerfranta:

The fact that 15 year old girls are looking at Christian Grey and thinking that he is the perfect man and that him and Anastasia have a healthy relationship is a sickening and terrifying thought.

I mean like, I get this, and I get it hard, but what worries me a whole lot more is fifteen year old boys watching this and thinking that this is an okay way to treat women.

YOU KNOW WHAT

BOTH OF THIS FUCKING TERRIFIES ME

BOTH OF THESE

redead-red:

megaweapon:

adrithegreat:

meliafucker:

petitepictures:

pajamaedprincess:

aaaaa42:

somebody once trolled me, successfully rickroll’d me

im not the sharpest n00b in the thread…

I was typing kind of dumb WITH THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON ON.

i bet u thought this post was finally dead

well the memes start coming, and they dont stop coming

fed up with these fools and their back-and-forth punning

#didn’t make sense not to post for fun#your blog gets followers but your posts get none

thehomoschedule:

• be someone’s counselor and help them with all their problems if its bad for your mental health
  
• be there for someone 24/7
• remain friends with someone who emotionally drains you
• maintain negative relationships because you’ve been close for so long, because you’re related, or anything else
• do anything that makes you unhappy or puts your health at risk

johanirae:

omniship-armada:

isensmith:

dafezgirl:

thomas-is-so-vine-and-kind:

“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do

“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over

“Fuck OFF!!!” I shout at the thing i have attempted and failed to pick up 4 times in a row.

“I am going to murder you and dance on your grave,” I tell the inanimate object that is actually functioning correctly but I cannot figure out how to use.

“Please stop punishing me. Is this because I was visiting the computer shop yesterday? I swear I am not cheating on you! I was just buying new cables!” I sob at the PC that has a minor glitch

“Pull this shit again, I dare you,” I snarl at my router as it boots me off the internet.

gothiccharmschool:

Don’t hate-read. You know what I’m talking about. Are there blogs or people who automatically make you clench your jaw and roll your eyes? Or always trigger a reaction of “Oh dear angels and spirits, not them/this AGAIN?”  Stop reading their stuff. Don’t seek it out, no matter how much ranty entertainment you feel it may be. 

Hate-reading is a drain of your time and energy.

(Note: I am posting this as a REMINDER TO MYSELF, because I fall into that trap, too.)

maplerosekisses:

you know, when Steve introduces himself in TWS, Sam laughs and says “I’d put that together.” which makes sense because no normal human can run like that.

but like WHEN did he put it together? how many laps did it take before it dawned on him? at what point did Sam Wilson suddenly realize that he was being TROLLED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA

I SUDDENLY VERY MUCH NEED TO KNOW THIS.

No seriously, don’t sit there and go “Moran you’re so cute,” talk to me about Sam, who’s tired because…well, he works at the VA, with people like him, people who’ve seen the worst humanity has to offer, who’ve lost friends so close they were more than family, whose beds are too hard and who sometimes struggle to see the light, maybe even some people who, like him, are torn between blessed relief at being away from the fight and the deep thrum of the march in their souls.  And about how Sam’s tired, physically tired because he can’t sleep, mentally weary from his work, which is rewarding sometimes but not often, emotionally exhausted because some part of him kind of misses it, misses the fight, so Sam runs, and maybe that seems backwards but he used to be able to fly and that’s something he’s not really allowed to tell people (which sucks, by the way, national security his fine black ass) and running is almost like flight.  Except it’s not, at all.

Talk to me about how Sam’s been running the same damn laps every morning since he got home and he would actually almost be okay with some jackass starting shit on the street because it would be something to do.  Talk to me about how Sam ran at a reasonable hour at first (military man or not, he doesn’t get along with mornings) but there were so many people, mothers jogging with strollers, tourists wandering and just getting in the way, bicycles everywhere, and he likes people fine, sure, he’s one charming son of a bitch if he does say so himself (he doesn’t actually, because his mama would still whup his ass if she heard him), but not when they’re interfering with his run.  And about how Sam starts inching his run earlier and earlier until he’s seeing the damn sunrise again, but he’s running with one or two other folks who give him a businesslike nod and a brisk warning so they don’t collide and he likes that a lot better because no one should really be expected to be social that early in the morning.

Talk to me about how one morning this random guy with blond hair and a jaw like a goddamn Adonis and shoulders so wide you could put the whole Lincoln memorial on top of them starts running at an ungodly hour with the scant few of them who are out by then, and he runs in this bizarrely delicate way that should be exhausting but clearly isn’t because this guy is fucking booking it like the proverbial bat out of hell.  Talk to me about how at first Sam’s just blown away, too blown away to really even think about it as this random blond god blazes past him again and again (he almost doesn’t mind at first because it’s an absolute pleasure to watch the man leave him in the dust–Sam’s a good looking guy, and he knows it, but the guy’s ass is something else).  And about how at first it gets to be this habit: go for run, get whipped by random blond dude, politely ogle blond dude’s ass as he runs past, leave with an appreciation for the good things in life and a healthily lowered ego.  About how Sam gets to almost be weird non-friends-but-kind-of-work-out-buddies with Random Blond Guy over a week or so, who always dodges politely rather than giving a warning, just like he is with the other handful of runners at this hour.

Talk to me about how one day the blond guy blows past Sam with a brisk “On your left” and Sam almost stumbles because, first of all, they don’t talk, that’s not a thing, and second of all, that motherfucker’s not even out of breath.  Talk to me about how that kind of pisses Sam off in a way that the simple running didn’t, and suddenly he’s pushing himself a little more, a little harder and the guy comes past again with another “on your left” and they finish the run like that but this time, this time Sam’s been paying more attention and the guy has been doing something ridiculous like thirty miles an hour plus (it’s not like he actually clocked him, okay, he’s guessing here) and wow, that’s just inhuman, flat out impossible.  Talk to me about how Sam goes back out to run the next day and it happens again and this time Sam’s paying even more attention and–son of a bitch that’s goddamn Captain America trolling him like a pro.  Sam almost has a heart attack on the spot, he actually almost does, he stumbles and feels his heartrate hitch and everything, but he stays on his feet possibly through sheer ego because Captain fucking America might lap him a million times every morning, but he’s sure as shit not going to fall into the Reflecting Pool because of the shock, no sir, that’s just too humiliating to consider.

And the next day Random Blond Captain America comes and talks to Sam after their run and the fucker’s got jokes, too.

It literally doesn’t even surprise Sam when he agrees to go risk his neck to help the bastard.  Fuck this civilian life bit, he’s got priorities.

joyful-serenity:

afro-politan:

the president of nigeria is about to fuck boko haram up and cut his own salary in half and criminalized female genital mutilation

the president of guinea built/is building infrastructure and school and wells all over the country and is decreasing youth unemployment exponentially

the president of cote d’ivoire made school mandatory of children ages 6-16 and banned plastic bags while also building ultra modern trasportation infrastructure

the future is for real in africa 

I think this should have a hell of a lot more notes on it than it does. This is what good news looks like folk, and the continent of Africa surely deserves a shed load of it.

sindri42:

punkasszodiac:

yesjustanotherreject:

punkasszodiac:

Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces

I have a strong feeling that 90% of the people who reblogged this don’t know shit about politics and are just going along with what everyone else/their parents say.

You know who else doesn’t know shit about politics? Donald Trump

I’m just thinking maybe we should try to elect somebody who hasn’t gone bankrupt six separate times and has a platform consisting of more than ‘fuck mexico’.

goodluckdetective:

I just had an amazing thought.

So we all know Bruce gets gossiped about in Gotham tabloids. This is just a fact. And we can assume Batman gets gossiped about too. And we know that Bruce has made it look like they are two close but different people to lose suspicion.

So here’s the thing. What if the tabloids started to rumor that Bruce and Bats were dating because of all this secret covert operations meetings and things. What if people started to believe it? What if it made front page? “Gotham Playboy seeing masked vigilante; their affair in page 10”

Dick: “ I know they say to love yourself Bruce, but this is just excessive.”

When Bruce is kidnapped to be bait for his “boyfriend” he decides he’s going to have to call in Clark for a very public interview about being dumped by “Batman”

Clark’s day is fucking made.

If someone writes this fic for me, I will be your house elf.

the-child-death:

((Reblog or Halloween won’t be celebrated. If you reblog this in 50 seconds, you’ll have the best Halloween and be blessed by the spoopy skeleton gods.))

((This skeleton will also break all chain mail or reblog or die posts and you’ll live a happy life.))

hauntedjaeger:

I guess it’s time to blacklist Bucky Barnes too, because that “what if a little girl recognizes him at the Smithsonian exhibit, because girls can have heroes too” post is just pissing me off now because what about girls whose heroes are girls, is that fucking allowed ever or does literally everything have to be about Bucky Barnes including the admiration and aspiration of young women? 

What about the teenager who recognizes Natasha at the mall because Black Widow is not exactly S.H.I.E.L.D.’s best-kept secret after New York and a CHI straightener and a hoodie is not going to change that, and her first instinct is to elbow her friends and maybe go ask for an autograph, but then she notices the pace and the smile and the perpetually-scanning gaze and realizes Black Widow is on a job, holy frick, cover ops in Fashion Centre at Pentagon City, wait until absolutely no one hears about this, but she puts herself on a course that will pass Romanoff and gives her the tiniest of nods, and Black Widow winks at her, and she walks on and feels like a superspy herself for the next handful of days until the S.H.I.E.L.D. filedump, when she stays up and reads and reads and reads, and later when she’s writing her term paper, and then later when she’s sitting in her Declassified Operations elective, and later still when she’s across the table as Director Hill reviews her qualifications, she is thinking, “I met Black Widow in the mall and kept her secret; there is nothing I can’t do”?

What about her?

I think I’m in love with you.

backofthebookshelf:

th3skinny:

re-cover-ed:

“Fat acceptance” blogs urging overweight people to shed negative feelings about their body image can lead to healthier diet and exercise choices, a study has found.

The fat acceptance movement, which seeks to foster a support network among overweight people, has inspired a plethora of blogs and web forums such as Corpulent, Fat Heffalump and The Rotund — an online community that’s become known as the “fatosphere”.

In a study published in the journal Qualitative Health Research, researchers from Monash University, the University of New England and the University of Canberra interviewed 44 fatosphere bloggers from Australia, the US and the UK about how their involvement in the movement had changed them.

“There’s been a lot of criticism of the movement that it promotes obesity and encourages people to give up on weight loss and makes their health worse,” said one of the researchers, Dr Samantha Thomas, a Senior Research Fellow at Monash University’s Department of Marketing.

“We saw there was a lot of opinion about the movement but very few people had actually studied it.”

Interviews with the respondents revealed many had experienced feelings of worthlessness, shame, crash diets, cycles of starvation and binge eating and laxative abuse before discovering the fatosphere.

“Having that support and feeling empowered, people slowly found that their health behaviours began to change dramatically. For example, many people suddenly felt confident to do swimming, something they would not have done before,” she said.

“People shifted their focus away from weight loss and more toward health. A lot of people started to take part in physical activity not as a way to lose weight but because they enjoyed it. Instead of pounding it out on the treadmill they start playing with their kids. It’s actually a massive shift in the way they looked at things.”

Shifting the focus away from restricting food and toward listening to the body’s needs could also lead to better food choices, said Dr Thomas.

“There are actually a lot of lessons for public health here,” she said.

“The term fat acceptance is really confronting for people. That’s why we have seen a lot of blame and criticism. Society tells us it’s not OK to be fat for a whole bunch of moral and medical reasons,” she said.

“This study shows that far from promoting obesity and promoting negative health behaviours, the movement is really positive for some people’s health.”

So basically, if fat-bashers actually cared about people’s health (as they so often claim to as an excuse for their intolerance and hatred) then they’d actually support fat acceptance instead of trying to tear body-positive folks down?

Surprise! When you’re not made to feel miserable about yourself, you become more motivated to take care of the self that you have. Who knew?

vamptapuss:

adamnsight:

Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own. 

2015: we said we were going to romanticize brown eyes and someone did it

I am literally one of the most stony-hearted motherfuckers you’ll ever meet.

I’ve never heard a compliment about brown eyes (my eyes) before.

This made me a little teary.

I’ll never admit it, though.

shestoocoldtoshiver:

ner-oh:

thetruthoftears:

ner-oh:

when the adhesive on your pad snags ur pubes

If you have pubes and use pads…than you probably aren’t having sex..

if a man (or a woman) can’t handle pubes or pads then he’s probably an immature douche who won’t grow up. if he can’t understand that pubes are a natural body occurance, or think that his preferance in my menstral protection is above my comfort then he’s probably an asshole and, just like with tampons, i dont want him up my vagina

DRAG THE BITCH

timecannotberewritten:

dovahqueene:

iwishlilbwasmygrandpa:

There are thousands of half-babies in my ballsack and that’s terrifying

at least you don’t bleed them out every month

you make a compelling argument

penguintim:

Petition for Hayley Atwell to replace Kevin Feige as head of Marvel Studios productions.

pervocracy:

shlevy:

pervocracy:

Moving tip: the first thing you should bring into the new house is a roll of toilet paper.  The second thing is drinking glasses or water bottles.  The third thing is curtains or blinds.  Then everything else.

Nope, router first. Otherwise agreed.

Router last.  Otherwise this happens: