Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
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thetoolazytothinkupacoolnameblog:
Now, look at this:
That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.Then, look at this:
An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.
Compare them:
He’s a motherfucking vampire
His beard in 2011 even grows the same way as the painting in 1530
I totally believe this to be true.
thetoolazytothinkupacoolnameblog:
Now, look at this:
That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.Then, look at this:
An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.
Compare them:
He’s a motherfucking vampire
His beard in 2011 even grows the same way as the painting in 1530
I totally believe this to be true.
OH MY GOD I’M CRYING WITH LAUGHTER OKAY this one?
So the fact that a non jew wouldn’t get it is kind of the joke don’t feel bad! We grow up around it our whole lives so we never really realize exactly how weird our traditions are until we have to interact with other people. Right now, we’re celebrating the jewish holiday of Sukkot, which is basically our fall celebration of the beginning of the agricultural season in Israel (because it’s a massive slice of desert so it’s a pretty big deal). The bEST part of it is that we have to build what’s called a Sukkah- which is kind of like a GIANT FUCKING WOODEN FORT IT’S SO COOL with thatched roofs to see the stars through, and after the religious days have passed we’re supposed to decorate it, hang out, eat sleep and party in it! It has a lot of religious significance pertaining to dependence on god and the earth and the Exodus, in a secular way, and in the way I was raised as well, it’s a mitzvah to invite people in to celebrate with you! Jewish or not! Like the story of Abraham and the Angels.
What that tweet is referring to though is the lulav and the etrog, and that’s where things get HILARIOUS.
SO the lulav isn’t asparagus and the etrog isn’t a lemon. An etrog is a a sweet smelling citron that represents the heart because it’s most commonly found in Israel and Palestine and other significant MENA areas that many Jews are native to. Anyway the funny thing is that an etrog has to be kosher certified and meet to certain aesthetic and storing standards AND WE DON’T EVEN GET TO EAT IT DURING THE HOLIDAY. It’s sort of like a status symbol too like the family who can get the nicest, biggest etrog has something to really brag about. What we’re meant to do is entwine it with the lulav, a collection of a palm frond, myrtle, and willow, hold it in our right hands, and then… i’m not kidding.. shake it. You shake it north south east west up and down while saying the prayers to bring in blessings from every corner of the earth, especially rain. it’s basically a jewish rain dance but hey we’re the only people who have ever been able to grow tomatoes in the Negev so maybe it works. It also represents Jewish unity and unity with G-d and the world around you, so it’s an incredibly fulfilling thing to do. So back to that tweet, it’s really funny and endearing to think of a Hasidic man standing on the street with a lulav just trying to make some pals and give people the opportunity to participate with no concept of how insane we look to other people. Tbh he probably doesn’t care because it’s a rad holiday and I love it very much.
This has been your friendly jewish history lesson of the day
So I’ve recently written a lot of posts that talk about James Rhodes, aka War Machine, aka the only person in the world who put up with Tony Stark for decades. I thought it might be useful if I link them all in one place. So….
- The original post: Rhodey is indeed a rocket scientist
- Racism is the Air Force and diversity in engineering
- Rhodey’s day-to-day life and rising in the ranks
- How enlisted and officers could interact with a specific eye for Sam and Rhodey, plus briefly DADT
- How military contracts work (i.e. Tony is not more powerful than the military contracting)
Full disclaimer: I am not in the Air Force. I just work with Air Force officers on a daily basis.
This is a blog that I repost every year, because it is something that is, for obvious reasons, very important to me to educate and inform people about. Since posting about my experience with an ectopic pregnancy and talking about it, several women have told me that knowing the symptoms was what got them to the hospital in time. Please read it. Please tell others about it.
As always, this hurts to think about. My heart goes out to anyone who may be struggling with fertility issues or loss. You are not alone. I wish you peace and joy in the life that you have, even if it is not the life you’d imagined for yourself, and I wish you all the strength and support you need to find that peace and joy. (And I also want you to know it’s okay to not be okay now, and it’s okay to not be okay sometimes even after you are okay.)
First and foremost, I’m glad I’m not dead.
Seriously. I’m really, really glad I’m not dead. That would have sucked. And, thanks to the fact that I recognized warning symptoms and had some emergency surgery seven years ago today, I get to be alive to appreciate being alive. I’m a big fan.
So in honor of my not-dying anniversary, I’m doing a PSA about ectopic pregnancy. Even if you never plan on having children, these are important symptoms to know because you could very well save the life of someone you love. Or your own. (Unless you do not have female reproductive organs, in which case your risk of ectopic pregnancy = non-existent. Still, you like people who do, right?)
An ectopic pregnancy is a pregnancy in which a fertilized egg implants somewhere other than the uterus. This is a bad thing. Usually the egg implants in the fallopian tube; occasionally it implants other places. 2% of all pregnancies are ectopic. That’s 1 in 50. Certain factors increase your risks–tubal scarring, abdominal surgery, endometriosis, fertility treatments, IUDs–but it can happen to anyone. I had no real risk factors.
An even scarier statistic than the one-in-fifty? Ectopic pregnancies are the number one cause of pregnancy-related death. Part of the problem is that many women with ectopic pregnancies don’t even know they’re pregnant. Because your body doesn’t produce as many hormones, you might continue having periods like normal, ignore the sudden pain, go to bed because you’re feeling tired and dizzy, and never wake up.
I know that sounds terrible and scary. It is. It happens. So even if you don’t think you’re pregnant, or if you think you are just having a standard miscarriage (which was what I thought), always, ALWAYS call the doctor if you have any of the following symptoms:
- Sharp pain on one side of your lower abdomen. When you press down on it, it will be a stabbing pain that you will feel reflected in the other side, but one side will be more tender. Once your tube actually bursts the pain will lessen considerably–DO NOT IGNORE THAT. All it means is that you are now bleeding internally.
- Feeling dizzy and lightheaded when you aren’t lying down. This would be because of the internal bleeding. Also, difficulty and discomfort breathing.
- And finally, the key symptom: when you lie down, you have a sharp, stabbing pain in your shoulder. This is called referred pain, and is caused by the blood filling up your abdomen and pushing on your lungs. (This is also a symptom of a burst appendix and often happens after abdominal surgery, in case you were interested.) If you EVER have abdominal pain that is reflected in your shoulder when you lie down, go to the hospital immediately. And have someone else drive you.
Like I said, you may not think you are pregnant, but if there is any chance whatsoever you could be and you have these symptoms, have someone drive you to the hospital immediately or call 911. If I had ignored my symptoms and let my husband go to work that day, I probably would have fallen asleep on the couch and never woken up again. I was in surgery within two or three hours of the pain starting, and at that point I had lost so much blood I nearly needed a transfusion.
But, because I am obsessive and had researched every pregnancy-related topic under the sun, I knew something was wrong. And I’m not dead. And that’s a good thing.
Here’s hoping you never have to recognize the symptoms of an ectopic pregnancy. But now you can, and that’s the important thing.
This year’s side note: The fact that ectopic, fallopian, and endometriosis are all unrecognized by spellcheck pisses me off. Women’s health matters. Our bodies matter, even though they are consistently given less medical attention and education than they deserve. That’s part of why I do this.
If you have a uterus and you’re having sex with a sperm-producing person, this could happen to you. Know the signs to watch for, especially since you may not even know you’re pregnant.
So, here is the thing. I don’t believe that Parker has a plan M. She doesn’t have a plan C, an NOPQ. Parker has her plans, and yeah, they’re basically labeled the same as Nate’s were, but there’s not a single one in which Hardison dies.
But here is the other thing, and that is: Parker has contingency plans and backup plans and backup plans for her backup plans for her backup plans, but she doesn’t have a plan B. Or a plan F through L. There’s no Z, or A prime, or anything that allows for Eliot dying. And there is, especially, no plan where Eliot dies so that Hardison lives. I just don’t buy it.
Once Parker discovered what family – real family – is, she grabbed onto it with both hands and will never, ever let go. They’d have to pry it out of her dead, bloody fists before she’d let it go, and that doesn’t only include Hardison. Her family’s not one person big. Eliot is not somehow less than because they’re not fucking him (yet), or because Hardison came first, or because Eliot’d understand being sacrificed.
(Eliot just assumes that there’s a whole bevy of plans where he dies for them, where his dying day comes so long before theirs he’s barely a blip on their radar. Eliot is wrong.)
There’s no plan where people die, because Parker is not Nate v2.0. Parker is not playing a giant game of chess, where what’s most important – important beyond everything else by far – is the win. Parker is better because she knows when to lose. She knows when to walk away and try again some other time, when to fold and let down the people they’re trying to help because nothing, nothing, is as important as keeping her family alive and with her.
And, you know, maybe that actually makes her worse than Nate. Maybe it means that they’re doing less good, now that it’s her in charge, because she can’t bring herself to look at Eliot, to look at Hardison, and think “tomorrow you might not be here”. But she also can’t bring herself to care.
So, yeah, I just can’t buy Parker as Nate v2.0, or Nate Lite. I can’t buy her being willing to lose anyone. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
incidentally, this is still the single most hilarious anecdote re: apollo astronauts i have come across
Apollo 13 was halfway to the moon before Swigert realized he had not flied his income taxes and that he would be quite unable to do so before the April 15 deadline. The subject came up as scientist-astronaut Joe Kerwin was reading the Sunday morning news: “Today’s favorite pastime across the nation—Uh oh, have you guys completed your income tax?”
Swigert radioed, “How do I apply for an extension?” Mission control exploded with laughter. “It ain’t too funny, things happened real fast down there and I do need an extension. I’m really serious…”
“You’re breaking up the room down here,” Kerwin said. A few minutes later he assured Swigert that there wouldn’t be any problem: an automatic extension is granted to anyone who is out of the country at tax time.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
my goal is to eventually live a life in which i am not constantly on the verge of screaming
I hate people who are like ‘appreciate disabled people because they have a lot to teach us!’
like I am not your damn life lesson, I don’t exist for you and your support should not be on the condition that you get something from us
There’s something about Sense8 that you will only notice if you are actually familiar with all/most of the original languages that should be used and that’s the way the narrative is written is completely based in the original language. I have seen a couple of post about how Lito or Sun’s dialogues were weird or too artificial and that’s because it’s a direct translation of their natural speech.
It’s probably less strong in Lito because he lives in a world of Soap Operas, he lives and breath dramatic characters so his character is overdramatic and fake (something he totally owns and accepts) but when you listen to Sun, especially pre-jail Sun, you can see that her English is a direct translation of her Korean. The way the sentences are constructed, the emphasis and tone… she is not a Korean woman living an American life, she is a Korean woman living a Korean life in Seoul with the not-so-uncommon problems in the Korean chaebol sector. If you know a lil bit of Korean you are able to translate every single one of her sentences to Korean and they look authentic, the same way Lito’s sentences half the time would work way better in Spanish that they do in English.
(Edit: several rebloggers have confirmed that, indeed, Wolfgang also talks a translated German, which only confirms the theory. All of this also explains the fact that every single actor comes with their original accent, they don’t try to mimic American/British accent but they have kept the accent they would have if they were talking in their original language and we were only listening to their English because we are connected with the Sensates. Sense8 tries to turn the viewer into another Sensate, in some sort of Jonas. I would very much appreciate if someone can shed some light about the Swahili and the Hindi, though)
(Edit2: Thanks to r-ed we have confirmation that Kala’s English is also a translation from the original Hindi. As it happens with Korean, and probably Swahili too, these languages’ structure are pretty different from English, while German and Spanish have more similarities structure-wise) so the translation has been enriched to be understandable, but the basis of the Hindi language as well the accent has been respected. As I commented on an earlier post, the writers have understood that language/accent is part of the characters, but adapting their language to English they would have erased this side of them that is as important as their cultural inheritance, so it’s important that they only translated the language into a more understandable language, considering they interact with each other in a mental wave length, making it possible for each one to understand the other without the need to use the same physical language).
Michael, Lana and Andy have done an amazing research work and even though I’d be forever happy to see them talk more in their own languages I am so satisfied with the way the have handled the language issue.
I have a story to relay for you, Tumblr. About life, about perseverance, about sticking it to the man, and about super cool secret passageways.
In the late 70s/early 80s, Illinois State built a brand new dorm building where the rooms all had two closets, one on each side wall. But because they built the dorm on the cheap, the backs of the closets didn’t have real walls, only thin pieces of pressboard. That was all that was separated one dorm room from the next.
Once students figured this out, they cut big holes in the pressboard so that you could get to the adjoining dorm room by opening the closet door and scooting through the hole in the back wall.
They did this in room after room, until they had effectively built a huge secret passageway connecting every single dorm room on the floor.
The creation of this secret passageway led, almost immediately, to a culture of endless, enormous, authority-proof dorm parties. As soon as anybody knocked on the door or the party room, everybody could bail through the closets and be seven doors down the hall by the time the R.A. or campus security were let in. Or they would keep all the alcohol and what-not in one room, and have all the people in the next. So even when the R.A.s KNEW there was a ginormous party happening, they couldn’t do jack shit about it. It was total non-stop chaos.
Some of the bigger hooligans would commit all manner of mischief on campus, and then high-tail to this dorm building, knowing that once they were safely inside any room, there was no way the cops could ever find them.
Every summer, the school would replace the ripped out pressboard with sturdier and sturdier material. But students just got stronger saws, and kept rebuilding the secret passageways, year after year.
Eventually, only a few years after they built it, the school gave up and tore the whole building down.
Multiple gynos refused me an IUD because “oh, it hurts so much to put in when you’ve had kids! We don’t want to put you in pain!!”
I was at a 7-9 on the pain scale regularly for my periods, and the docs were determined to make me run the gauntlet.
“But what about the pill?”
“Symptom-swap.”
“Have you thought about depo?”
“Mood drop.”
“And the patch?”
“Family history of breaking out in rashes.”
“Well, what about the nuva ring?”
“How will that NOT give me the same symptom-swap issues?”
“…”
“Look, I’m in pain so bad I wake up in the middle of the night. I’m in pain so bad I didn’t know I had appendecitis. I need SOMETHING.”
“Have you tried an ibuprofen protocol?”
“YES.”
“There are yoga poses that help with cramping.”
“I can’t uncurl from the ball of pain I’m in. How the hell am I supposed to hold position?”
“Well, how much caffeine do you drink? That could be a factor.”
“I have three cups of coffee a day and drink lots of water.”
And so on.
Then, one day, I made an appointment and went to Planned Parenthood.
“Yeah. Hi. I have incredibly painful periods that are fucking crippling me, and I need an IUD.”
“Okay. Do you have a chart of your periods I can look at?”
“Yup.”
“Okay. Looks like you have regular, heavy periods where the pain is worsening. Is that right?”
“Yup. And the fatigue. And the mood swings. And all of it.”
“Fatigue and mood swings, too?”
“Yup.”
“…is there any history of endometriosis in your family?”
“Yup. I’ve never been diagnosed, though. They say it takes a biopsy.”
“The biopsy can confirm tissue, but if you don’t have excess tissue, it doesn’t really help. You can have endo without excess tissue.”
“Okay. So, what are my options?”
“I suggest Mirena. Paraguard can make period symptoms worse even though it’s got no hormones while Mirena has a low-dose hormone that should help with all your pain and other issues. Here’s all the info on both of them. Here are models of both of them. Why don’t you take everything with you, read through it, then call if you have any questions? We can go ahead and schedule for insertion before you leave, and you can just call and say which type you want after you’ve read up. Is that okay?”
“…Yeah. That’s. That’s fine.”
“Do you have any questions right now?”
“Um, I got told a bunch I shouldn’t get an IUD because the insertion will hurt too much because I haven’t had kids.”
“Looking at the pain you’re usually in, I think you can handle it. It will definitely hurt, but it should only last about twenty seconds.”
“Twenty seconds?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been refused the best option for dealing with my symptoms because of TWENTY SECONDS?!”
“Sadly, we hear that a lot.”
Planned Parenthood treated me like a PERSON who was in pain, not a walking uterus bitching and moaning about womanly things. Planned Parenthood showed me respect and kindness and respected the knowledge I brought of my own medical history to the conversation. Planned Parenthood respected my autonomy where other doctors rarely had and paid attention when I explained why I felt the IUD was the best choice. Planned Parenthood showed me I mattered, and I want to show how much they matter to me.
i hate when people are like “only dogs can give u love and affection cats are cold and elusive” like okay dog person if you had ever actually owned a cat you would know they are the neediest fucking creatures on the planet
cats will literally sit on your head until you pay attention to them
That proves the point, they want attention, they want you to pay attention to them not them!
cats show affection and love in their own way
for example
- actually holding eye contact with you and blinking slowly is how cats ‘kiss’
- cats choose to sleep or sit next to you even if you’re busy when they have a million other places to be because they like your company
- they consider positive attention love
- when they ‘headbutt’ you it’s called ‘bunting’ and it’s how they show affection
- when they knead you it’s because they feel comforted
- they think of you petting them as grooming- it makes them feel good so they will ask for you to pet them (or demand) especially if they’re feeling sad
- cats like to step on you because they mark you with their scent from their little feet telling other cats BACK THE FUCK OFF THIS HUMAN IS MINE
- cats will lick you or groom you because they want you to be clean and happy
- they bring you dead things because they don’t want you to starve
cats think of humans as parents whereas dogs think of humans as the alpha dog
;w;
ok but if youre gonna support the idea of removing negative people and ending relationships that one no longer benefits from, you must also be willing and open to understanding why someone may do just that to you
I suspect this post is predicated on the assumption that most people who advocate ending negative relationships are naive, or hypocrites. I think the OP might have this preconceived notion that “people wouldn’t recommend doing this if they truly understood the consequences.”
The thing is that everyone has their own list of compromises they’re willing to make vs. consequences they’re willing to put up with. Some people would rather compromise more, so they can avoid negative consequences. Some people would rather face more negative consequences, so they can avoid having to compromise.
Everyone has a different conception of “acceptable compromises” vs. “acceptable consequences” and everyone thinks that their conception is universal, and that anyone who claims otherwise is naive, or hypocritical.
I’ve talked a little about this before in a different post:
Take for example someone saying “I did everything I could.”
They might mean “I did everything I could short of compromising my personal morals”
They might mean “I did everything I could, including things generally deemed immoral.”
They might mean, “I did everything I could without damaging my mental and/or physical health.”
They might mean, “I did everything I could including damaging my mental and/or physical health.”
They might mean, “I did everything I could within what I consider an acceptable level of risk.”
They might mean, “I did things that could have killed me and/or others.”
They might mean, “I did slightly more than what I would usually do.”
And here’s the thing — whatever they did mean, they’re going to assume most people mean the same thing. Everyone naturally assumes that their line in the sand is the standard line in the sand.
[…]
Or as George Carlin once said, “everybody who drives slower than you is an idiot, and everybody who drives faster than you is a maniac.”
Now me? I’m not going to stay friends with someone out of fear of loneliness, misplaced loyalty, habit, or because I think I can change them. I would rather lose a friendship than have someone stay friends with me for these reasons. I can say that with authority, because I’ve been on both sides of that scenario.These are valid points; for me, personally, however, I reblogged the post because I found it to be a bit of an interesting mental exercise.
This is coming from the position of fully believing in [and practicing] cutting ties with people/relationships once they become a drain and/or source of toxicity as opposed to a fulfilling addition to my life.That being said, I do think it is absolutely important to take a moment to realize and consider and internalize that other people can and will do this to you for exactly those reasons–not in the sense that it should discourage you from doing so, but in the sense that you should use that self-awareness to understand their reasons, their needs, and their motivations; that is to say, instead of becoming angry or resentful over it [although it’s generally somewhat unavoidable; no one likes feeling like a burden and no one likes being cut out of someone else’s social circle, and feelings aren’t usually super rational anyway even if you can logically process the reasons behind something], to understand where that other person was/is coming from and either a/ not take it [too] personally and/or b/ modify your behaviour in current/future relationships [in the case of you being a drain or toxic presence on another person’s life].
So yes, I think it’s important to take a moment every so often to apply the rules and standards you have to your own life and choices to the behaviours and actions of other people. I, personally at least, can occasionally get sucked into a slight unconscious solipsism in that sense, and reminding myself of these things is helpful, and I’m of the opinion that it’s helpful for other people to do so as well.
broadwayandfandomsandfeelsohmy:
A group of Slytherin students camping outside the common room because the password is something bigoted and they refuse to say it
a group of Slytherin students having a sleepover in the Hufflepuff dormitory because the Hufflepuffs found out
A group of ravenclaw students trying to magically change the doors password when the hufflepuffs tell them
a group of Gryffindors trying to forcibly remove the door when they finally find out
“#im so into the idea of the ravenclaws being like #‘we tried every spell we could think of and we cant get it to change the password or let us in without it’ #and the gryffindors are just like #‘ALRIGHT EVERYONE STAND BACK WE’RE EITHER GONNA JINX THIS DOOR INTO OBLIVION OR BLOW IT THE FUCK UP WITH LITERAL EXPLOSIVES BUT WE ARE GETTI #*GETTING IN WITHOUT THAT PASSWORD ONE WAY OR ANOTHER'” (via: detectivejoan)
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him.
And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
*slams fists on table* more explicitly bisexual characters
man fuck your shower/sink fandom
I present to you
the staircase fandom
K SO THIS ONE IS LIKE A FUKEN TREE RIGHT
IF YOU DONT THINK THIS IS THE DOPEST SHIT, GET OUT OF MY FACE NOW
PHYSICS
THIS ONES MADE OUT OF SKATEBOARDS, YA KNOW, IF YOU’RE INTO THAT
STRIPPER STIARCASE POLE O K AND TBH ITS RLLY PRETTY
I LIKE THE SPIRALY ONES
HOMO SEX U ALI TY
K THIS ONE IS A STAIRCASE, AND A SLIDE
MOTHER
FUCKING
STAIRCASES
only 13 people in the staircase fandom? I neeD AN ARMY
I would be very afraid of some. I would go down on my ass and slide them slowly down xD kukkiisart
Omg yes. I like the one with the buit-in slide. That’s safe ♥♥♥
There is. :) My darling wife thisallegra whom I’m met as a linguistics undergrad. (we were both in Berkeley’s undergraduate linguistics club), and who continued on with me to get a master’s in linguistics. I could spend every single second with her for the rest of my life, and I know at the end of my life my only regret would be not having spent enough time with her. She helps me with my languages when I get stuck and also enjoys being a total lazy bum like me. I unfortunately had to take this trip to the Bay Area without her, because she’s 31 weeks pregnant and simply can’t do traveling right now, and I’ve missed her every moment since I was gone. Me jalan atthirari anni. :)
•Its good, but its depressing and I just wanted some positivity that day
•Its something I wouldn’t want to reblog without discussing, but I have no time and/or mental energy to do that at the moment
•There are no sources
•I have seen the same post on my dash three times today and frankly, so has everyone else, adding to that is doing nothing
•Its a callout post still spreading around after the blogger who made the original offense has already apologized/done what they could to fix it
•its a harsh callout post against a mistake due to the misunderstandings of a 13-15 yr old, and I as an adult feel that this is a horrible way to do things
•It includes a phrase like: If you don’t reblog, you’re a terrible person
•IM PROUD OF THIS COMMUNITY FOR TRYING TO FIX THE CRAPPYNESS OF THE WORLD, BUT GUILTING PEOPLE INTO REBLOGGING YOUR POSTS WHEN SOME PEOPLE COME HERE FOR AN ESCAPE IS NOT HELPING
the “if you dont reblog this im judging you” is such a shitty guilt trip and it makes me not want to reblog it at all.
demons-demigods-benders-bucky:
did anyone else do that thing when they were in elementary where you write T H I S on your knuckles and a stick figure on one palm and a scribble on the other and you go “this is bob bob says hi this is bob when the car comes by” thing. that was messed up.
What?
Oh my gosh I remember this
wish fulfillment au where boromir lives through amon hen and since the ring has moved on his thoughts are clear and he’s just aragorn’s devoted right hand
and he and gimli bitch endlessly about the run across rohan because “i had THIS MANY ARROWS in my chest i want our hobbits back but CAN WE SLEEP” and he’s 5000% shitty to rohirrim who don’t respect aragorn and he and eowyn become rampaging bffs and he gets in on the body counting at helm’s deep (“ARAGORN I’M BEHIND I’M GOING TO THE DOOR” “YOU ARE NOT GET BACK HERE”) and he and treebeard become instant kin because mi hobbit es su hobbit and he goes through the dimholt pass with aragorn and hates every single second of it but is unfailingly by his side through all of it
and then gets to minas tirith and reunites with faramir and finds out pippin is a guard of the citadel and has to go lock himself in a room and laugh for hours
determamfidd please do this
Understanding our relationships with our bodies and selves can be rough. When I feel like I just don’t give a shit because I’m gross I get tough with myself. Call it my inner Boss Bitch Voice. I look at myself and say, Okay, damn it, get your shit together. Drink your water. GO GO GO GO! Put your pants on. GO GO GO GO! DO THE THING! PUT YOUR DAMN EYELINER ON YOU MAGNIFICENT ASSHOLE! No, really, this happens in my head.
I know that if I keep up my self-care (take care of my skin and hair and drink my water), then I will feel better in the long run. Even when I look in the mirror and hate what I see, I know deep down if I don’t self-care I will feel ten times worse.
To that end, I get tough. I tell myself, Okay, you hate all those things, but take care of them anyway. I keep track of what I’ve done or I share on social media how I am caring for myself and it helps me.It doesn’t matter how you self-care or to what extent at this point. This is the point where it’s just more important to keep it up. It’s hard and you might cry or rail against it or feel like there’s no point.
Through self-care I started to hate less. When I take the time to rub (I just had a Silence of the Lambs moment) lotion into my skin, I take some time to check myself. Am I putting moral value into the cellulite on my ass? I know that is not a good thing to do, I can think about not doing that. I hate my face? Okay, let me decorate my stupid ugly face until I feel like I can accept it a bit more. Or deal with it for the moment.
I also want you to know that none of this, no matter how much you know about it or how much experience you have with it, is going to be easy all of the time. There are going to be times in your life when self-care is the dumbest thing in the world and you might curse my name for ever telling you about it. That’s okay. That is being human.
I promise you, self-care is not only vital and rebellious, it is for you. Even when shit is hard, you hate your face, you have ten minutes a day to get it done, you’re having confused gender feels. Even if you’re a hetero cisdude, a kid, a mom, a gay Dad. It is for you. This, my friends, is where we really begin revolution. It goes that deep.
When we actively fight all the shit we’re taught about our bodies (how we should care for ourselves and who gets to do beauty and self-care), when we say, No, no that’s just not right, and we do self-care for ourselves, that is where change begins. It is the bedrock of changing our culture a microcosm at a time. Self-care is contagious. If you, my homie, start self-caring on the regular, you are doing your thing. People close to you will notice. Maybe your skin looks brighter or there is more of a sparkle in your eye. Maybe you are carrying yourself like you are the flyest motherfucker alive. You tell them you do this self-care stuff and are serious about it. Maybe they start doing it too. Maybe you do it together. You teach your kids, or they teach their kids. And so on.
I believe that you can do it. You are completely and totally in charge of this. Your word is law. I want you to take some time here and really let what I’ve told you sink in. Self-care is for you if you are full of self-loathing, if you have low self-esteem, if you are completely unsure about all this shit. It is for you. You are not only entitled to all of these things, you deserve them. You are not too ugly, fat, manly, feminine, gay, queer, gendered, agendered, pretty, stupid, smart, vain, or vapid to engage in and learn to enjoy self-care. You are perfect for self-care. You deserve self-care. Your life and exitence in this universe are so vital and so important. Helping you survive is a great crusade.
I am ride or die about this. I am dead ass serious. I am talking to you. Not you in the sense of the big macro universe you. I am talking to the you who is reading this right now. I don’t give a shit what anyone has ever said to you before. You are important. You are worth it. You are a magnificent human being who is doing really great. You might be sick, you might be in debt, you might be mid transition and confused as fuck, you might be sitting there cursing yourself from toes to bhole. That’s okay. No matter what you are dealing with right now it absolutely does not make you less than. If you are struggling that does not mean you have failed. It means you are fighting. And that is fucking awesome.Regardless of the struggle, regardless of what you feel like you are failing at you, are doing fucking awesome. You are moving around, you are reading this, you are learning some shit. You fucking rule. I mean that, my homies. From the bottom of my little heart.
Now time for a gut check. Are you breathing? Are you maybe having a shit time but trying to work it out? Are you still reading all this? YOU ARE DOING IT. Even if you are full of bad thoughts and doubts about all this shit, you are doing it. Right now we are doing the damn thing and drop kicking the status quo. Welcome to the revolution my homies.
This is a love letter.
From me to you.
