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

geekhyena:

searlait:

caelestys:

Dear Baby Boomer Generation:

You know, we try really hard not to hate you. Really hard. You’re my parents’ generation, you know? And I fucking love my parents.

But your generation really needs to learn to shut up and take a good, hard look at yourselves.

Today, I tried to get advice in a civil, polite and educated manner about a situation in which one is trying to juggle work and uni. I wanted to know how one could navigate the narrow criteria to qualify for youth payments from the government. And while some people were helpful, some were outright disgusting. All they could say is “KIDS THESE DAYS ARE SO SELFISH/LAZY/ETC MAYBE YOU SHOULD SPEND LESS TIME ON YOUR SOCIAL LIFE.”

Okay, firstly–if I ask you for advice and that is your response, which, by the way, I CAN DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITH, how about you shut the fuck up?

Secondly, are you seriously fucking saying that every single person in my generation doesn’t work hard? You’re saying that to me? I’m a DIRECTOR at the age of 24 in an organisation with over 200 employees. I have two degrees. I work, intern, study, and volunteer, and the first thing that gets put aside when I’m busy is my social life. And you know what that results in? A FUCKING LOT OF CRYING AND PANICKING AND PSYCHOLOGIST APPOINTMENTS. I have a great resume and references, but do you know how much I paid for that in terms of my own fucking sanity?? A FEW FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS IN TEARS, THANK YOU.

Thirdly, let’s talk about how the average burn-out rate in my youth organisation is 7 months. 7 months, and these are kids who volunteer, as well as study at uni or school, work and pay their own rent, utilities and bills, and are under the age of 22, in most cases.

My 21 year old director messaged me today to tell me she wasn’t coming in because had a mental break and panic attack last night, and she’s only been in the role for 3 months.

My 24 year old best friend had a nervous breakdown last month because of the stress of her workload, working full time at EY and studying 1 unit of uni.

My 25 year old ex-boyfriend and I split up because he didn’t have the time or mental capacity for a long distance relationship on top of his 60 hour graduate working week in construction management and 2 units of uni.

I had a meltdown last year at 23 because I was handling full time uni, and internship and volunteering. I can’t get a job despite testing within the top 15th percentile of graduates because you’re not creating them.

I went for a meeting at one of the biggest financial management organisations in Australia the other day and was told that the 9-5 job was a lie, that you’re expected to work more, and not be paid for overtime.

Our generation works our fucking asses off. You take advantage of us all the fucking time. We’re the first generation to be less wealthy than our parents because you guys fucked off with the economic boom of the early 2000s and left us with nothing. By 24-34, we’re only 48% likely to own our own homes compared to your 61%, because of your unsustainable housing market boom. On that note, did I mention that although average wage has rise by 27%, average housing prices have risen by 121%? Yep. My parents bought my house for ~$200,000 in 1990. In 2015, it’s valued at $750,000. Also, you are now making us pay for our university degrees when you got them for free, and not only that, but according to the Governments’ changes in tax law and war on universities in the past year, it will now take us twice as long to pay off our university debts. We’re the first generation of tertiary-educated Australians in history who will start work already in debt because of our university degrees.

Your generation is the one that has been labelled as the ones with the obsession with “instant gratification, a tendency for poor planning, and a sense of materialism”.  We’re the offspring of you, the most divorced generation in history. 

You hate us, but we’re a generation who grew up with war, with terrorism, with fear and conflict and murder and the aftereffects of capitalist bloodshed on our screens every day. We’re watching society fall down around our ears. My International Security professor told us last year that there will be kids entering high school soon who have never seen a year of peace in their lives.

We’re the ones who have been saddled with the mistakes you’ve made. We’re the ones who are holding on to each other despite our differences and telling each other it’s okay to be who we are, whether we’re gay or straight or black or white. Who are trying to save the environment, who are trying to solve your wars and find homes for the asylum seekers you’ve created, who are trying to cure poverty and wage inequality and food distribution, who run your social impact teams, who volunteer, who study courses that are going to change the world, who give back to society, who travel, all the while building our character strengths and portfolios so that we fit into the dumb as fuck capitalist world you made - and all you can say is that we’re lazy?

FUCK you.

As someone with two degrees and working two demanding jobs and still not pulling in enough to live on each month, this speaks to me, even across the ocean.

Amen.

Speaking as an eighteen year old whose parents were crippled by the economic crash, I feel this. I scored 2190 on my SATs, I get As, I take massive class loads, I am getting my Associates this year, and I am considered very intelligent. I have a talent for medicine and I want to work in an ER as a doctor. I work myself into an insomnia ridden, panicky mess every single semester and it’s sure as fuck not helping to pay for my undergrad education, and it’s goddamn well not paying for med school.

ftmconfessions:

xanderthepander:

-Jean vests are your best friend they keep you cool and cover your chest.

-Drink large amounts of water. Layers means heat and dehydration.

-If your binder is showing under your tank top, nobody cares. They’ll probably assume its an undershirt or none of their business.

-This wont be forever. One day you will never have to bind again and you’ll be able to swim, run, and wear what ever you want. Keep on keeping on.

Please stay safe in the summer, be careful of over heating. Know your body enough to know when you can and can’t bind.

greenekangaroo:

“What’s stopping you from-”

Money. 

Money is what is stopping me. It is what is stopping everyone my age. 

So please stop asking that stupid fucking question when you already know the answer and help us do something about it. 

lesradicalfeminisms:

herherbage:

All you insufferable hipsters and professional malcontents who are too cool to vote because you think it makes no difference can look up what just happened in Alberta and then officially kiss my Canadian ass. The most conservative province in the entire country just broke a 44 year record of electing conservatives and just now elected a solid socialist majority instead. This is like Texas, Mississippi, and Oklahoma all voting for Bernie Sanders. The conservatives came in at a distant third place and effectively have no power now after holding onto it for nearly half a century. The political reality of all of Canada has changed with one election. If that doesn’t motivate you to get off your lazy ass and vote, then you deserve whatever government your grandparents pick for you.

YES

darkandnerdymomma:

Reblogging this for my new followers!  My ask is always open!!

princess-shatter:

dear-bunni:

robina-otaku:

eezybree:

SCIENCE HAS CONFIRMED THAT DOGS LOVE US BACK BECAUSE THEY GET THE SAME RUSH OF OXYTOCIN WHEN THEY LOOK AT US THAT WE GET WHEN WE LOOK AT THEM

Are you telling me that dogs are looking up to us and think “omg what an adorable fucking cutiepie”?

a while ago I read an article about how dogs love us back, but recognize that we’re different from them, while cats see us as bigger and clumsier than them, but do not consider us different  

Dogs: I am fuzzy creature and you are a different adorable creature and I love you!!!!!
Cats: I am lanky and graceful and you are a giant fucktard

sinbadism:

africanaquarian:

it’s wild how america is basically a dystopia but we’re conditioned almost immediately upon starting school to believe that it’s not and that it’s the pinnacle of freedom

i mean, that in itself is kind of the hallmark of a dystopian nation

atthetopofourlungs:

Dear uterus,
I’m as thrilled as you are that I’m not pregnant but let’s chill the fuck out.

little-oxford-st:

Say what you will about Pluto, I just find it hysterically ironic that it was named for the God that got kicked out of Olympus.

heylistencosplay:

apolkadotnerd:

“You’d look a lot better if you didn’t wear glasses.”

yeah well you’d look a lot better if I wasn’t wearing my glasses either bye

SOMEONE GET SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN

thelibrarina:

professor-whom:

I only accept sexts in iambic pentameter

Thy beauty is beyond all earth’s compare;
Pray tell me, lover mine, what dost thou wear?

Smooth as fuck.

blowjcb:

so im at work and bagging for this lady and her little kid and the kids askin me about what its like being a big kid and all that so he goes “do you have a girlfriend? is she pretty?” and i live in a pretty liberal area and it was pretty quiet in the store so i just calmly responded “actually i have a boyfriend, but he’s fairly pretty” and the mom just kinda pauses on her phone and looks down at her son like please dont say anything bad please dont embarrass me but he just gets so fuckin excited and is like “you can do that ???? i didnt know boys were allowed to have boyfriends!!” and hes turns to his mom and is pulling at her phone trying to get her attention and is just really excited like “mom did you know that ? can i have a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend ??” and she just started laughing and was like “if you want sure” and they took their groceries and left and im just standing there like

DID THAT JUST HAPPEN

THAT WAS SO CUTE

death-limes:

coelasquid:

This whole “trust Tumblr blindly” thing is eventually going to kill someone, as I became pointedly aware of on one occasion I was making fun of how poorly a particular bleach-based drain declogger was working on my sink and got a chorus of really dangerously misinformed people telling me to pour vinegar in after it because all cute little cool kid diy home care blogs they’re following talk about vinegar like it it’s the big secret the cleaning companies don’t want you to know.

And I cringed knowing that someday, some Well Actually expert who read a blog article once is going to give that advice to someone who unfortunately didn’t take high school chemistry and isn’t aware that MIXING VINEGAR AND BLEACH MAKES CHLORINE GAS.

reblog to save a life

thearomantic:

dizzyies:

thearomantic:

psa: the A in LGBTQIA stands for Asexuality, Aromantic, and Agender. Not JUST Asexuality. You may now continue with your regularly scheduled scrolling.

it SOMETIMES also stands for allies as in people who support lgbtq etc

no.

Speaking as someone who doesn’t identify as anything on the LGBTQIA spectrum (although my sexuality is a messy question to be addressed elsewhere), I can confirm: no.  We are allies.  We do not need a letter. 

Speaking as someone who will and has gone to the mat on behalf of gay/trans/insert-identity-of-choice people, I can also confirm: agender, asexual, and aromantic people exist.  They need a letter to remind people.

Ally away, folks.  Support your friends, your family, your peers, the strangers on the street.  But remember that it’s not about you.

caelestys:

sergeantsleighbells:

au where the government incarcerate bucky in a high security secret facility and the avengers just conspire and break him out and when a government official comes to stark tower and is like ‘hey give barnes back’ tony is just like ‘he’s not here’ and the dude is all ‘he is sat right there’ and tony just goes ‘nah thats my cousin sergei’ and the government can’t do anything bc technically bucky barnes has been dead for 70 years and every year the facility gets a christmas card from the tower signed steve, tony, clint, natasha, bruce, thor and ‘cousin sergei’ and the card is just a picture of bucky with reindeer antlers on

i reblog this every fucking time

oceanashenue:

so today my ap art history teacher was teaching us about Hapshetsut the only female pharaoh and he was like “have you seen women they can pop out a baby and be like alright let’s go” and then he walked over to this guy and aimed his fist towards his balls and the guy flinched and held his crotch so he was like “men may be stronger but women are tougher” and then he said “so when someone tells you to grow a pair, they mean ovaries”

littlecasterwitch:

theladyjanedoe:

bracingbrooke:

cancerously:

itscandidlycara:

Wait, let me back up.

Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.

I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.

What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.

What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.

Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)

Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.  

I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.

ARE

YOU

FUCKING

KIDDING

ME

No.

This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.

It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?

And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.

And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.

I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.

Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.

hello yes this is a good post

Oh top of all that, tampons and pads have sales tax because the government. Does not deem them a necessity for life like food and other products.

Favorite period post ever.

Say it louder I don’t think they heard you in the back

ONE MORE TIME, LADIES AND OTHER PERIOD-HAVERS, LET’S HEAR THAT ONE MORE TIME.

island-delver-go:

floozys:

rule number one: be best friends with your teachers, when you f*** up big time they’ll low key help you out more than they should

This is 100% accurate

guiseofgentlewords:

guiseofgentlewords:

my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me

i told my dad about this text post and he got so excited he teared up and then he said he felt like he just adopted forty thousand new children to share his wisdom with and he hopes all of you meet kind, sweet people he would be proud of

impalassible-nottolove:

So my friend works in the sound booth at his church and during the sermon, the preacher started bashing on gay people, so my friend muted him. Literally muted his preachers microphone I

veranthia:

a thing i love about the star trek reboot fandom is how strong the fanon is

the films try to portray jim kirk as a jerk kid who spares no second glance to the women he’s been with but we know he’s in truth a feminist pansexual filled with pain and anger at the world that abandoned him over and over and most of all, a home in the stars where he protects his family at all costs

jim is shown only using gaila but we know their relationship was based on mutual agreements and a comforting friendship between two orphans, both of whom are very much alive

uhura is regarded as a convenient girlfriend but we know she’s a brilliant master of languages with the ambition of a queen who doesn’t settle for less than she deserves and never abandons those in need

geiszlerandgaila:

brandnewfashion:

runawaymarbles:

It’s gotten to the point in the Marvel/MCU fandom where I don’t even know what is entirely fanon and what has a basis in the movies/comics

has Thor ever eaten a pop tart?? did Steve really have his last rites done twice before he got the serum?? is Coulson really Clint and Natasha’s handler?? Does SHIELD even have a position called “handler”?? Did Bucky and Steve share an apartment before the war?? Did Bucky work “at the docks” while they shared an apartment?? Has Nick Fury ever said “motherfucker”?? did Steve have a job with the WPA?? does Coulson like SuperNanny?? Were ‘Bucky Bears’ ever a thing?? 

I don’t even know anymore

#ALSO WHERE DID WE GET THE WHOLE#CLINT TRAVELS VIA THE VENTS#IDEA???????

Also, is there really a rumor that Coulson has killed someone with a paperclip?

asmilinggoddess:

asmilinggoddess:

sam overhearing girl scouts selling cookies talking about the avengers. “nah, falcon is the coolest one. he can fly! with wings!” and sam backtracks and buys literally every box of cookies they have

sam shows up at steve’s apartment with boxes and boxes of girl scout cookies “THEY SAID I WAS COOL” and steve is like “so you bought….two hundred boxes of cookies?” 

bucky and natasha are on the couch like AW YEAH I HOPE YOU GOT THIN MINTS I FUCKIN LOVE THIN MINTS

matingseasonmustache:

nerdykirby:

so i sent this email to this company that had an app i wanted to download, but didn’t have it for android:

i didnt think i would get a response, i figured they get weird shit from people complaining all the time

today i got a response

oh my god he even sent me the email they posted

THEY FUCKING HIGHLIGHTED IT

This is fucking gold. SNAP SNAP MOTHERFUCKERS

puzzle-dragon:

Joss Whedon: Natasha and Bruce are in love, and Clint’s married with children!

Me:

johnconstantinedaily:

Thank you to everyone who pitched in to help make #Constantine and #SaveConstantine trend on Twitter. 

Here’s to wishful hoping that Daniel Cerone’s pitch went well and that there will be a Season 2!

- The John Constantine Daily staff