“At 23, JK Rowling was broke. Tina Fey was working at the Y.M.C.A. Oprah had just gotten fired from her first job as a TV reporter and Walt Disney had declared bankruptcy.”—Read This If You’re 23 And Lost by Heidi Priebe (via twentysomethingstate)
It’s fine to want things, but don’t act like you’re a victim because you want high quality stuff without having to pay higher prices for it lol.
it cant just be me who finds it rather jarring and unnerving that a 34 year old man and self-described “libertarian” wrote this post and yet it still gained some kind of traction
what bras aren’t overpriced though like by all means let me know
bras that you entitled “feminists” want: shiny, $50, money that could go to third world kids who need water bra made of papier-mâché and elmer’s school glue: does the job just fine, basically $0.00, checkermate feminists
ok but why do cis dudes always do this lmao… why do cis dudes constantly feel the need to argue with women about how much it costs to be a woman. has it occurred to a single one of them that how the fuck would they know? jfc
I have NEVER found a bra in my size for less than 50$ so bye
on the VERY RARE occasions i have found a bra for less than $50 in my size, they’ve fallen apart quickly and they hurt like hell. have you ever worn a bra, dude? apparently not. the cheap ones HURT. also, the cheap ones invariably come in small cup sizes. i do not have small boobs. bigger boobs = more expensive bras. you try bra shopping sometime.
whenever someone talks shit about the cost of bras, it almost ALWAYS turns out to be a cis dude who’s never had to purchase one or experience the shopping hell that is bra shopping in his life
i just bought 5 bras, plain and boring as hell,
ON SALE, and they still came to $170 before shipping and cross country/border duties. Once you added that in (because they don’t have that store here, and the sizes here cut off at 44), each bra came to $45
WHILE. PLAIN. AS FUCK. AND. ON. SALE.
shut your ignorant fucking mouth
As a plus size woman, let me educate you on the price of my favorite bras that are in my size, cover all my boob, and keep them in place. Mind you, I require all these things since I am a teacher and I work with seventh graders therefore not wearing a bra is not an option, and the only kinds of bras I fit in are plus size bras. I’m a fucking DDD, only certain stores carry my size and I fucking need bras.
So, the bras I like:
Soma’s Balconet Bra (comfiest, best coverage for my chest fat sacks)
MAN LOOKS LIKE THAT BRA IS $60 FUCKING DOLLARS.
What if I want to minimize these fuckers?
GEE. TWO BRAS FOR $120. MAN, I MUST BE A PICKY BITCH. LET’S SEE IF I CAN FIND A DDD BRA ANYWHERE ELSE. OH WAIT, I CAN’T. BECAUSE I HAVE BIG TITS AND I GET PUNISHED FOR THEM.
So, after much hassling from my parents and my dear roommate, I went in to talk to my physics teacher and I went “So, it’s come to my attention that I’m way too ADHD to be getting as much out of this class as you seem to think I should be, do you have any tips.” Because, you know, sitting in a classroom watching a teacher derive equations on the board for an hour doesn’t play great with attention issues and a total inability to sit still. It also causes problems on exams with a strict time limit for obvious reasons. And like it’s not that uncommon an issue so, foolishly, I assumed that he would have literally any help at all to offer me.
He suggested that I make sure I’ve done the reading before every class, in detail, so that I won’t have to pay as much attention in class since I’ll ‘already know the material.’ Because clearly reading between twenty and fifty pages of extremely dense physics textbook is going to go so much better. CLEARLY the best solution to attention deficit problems. OBVIOUSLY. The more fool ME for not thinking of it, right? Who wouldn’t think of that as the obvious solution to ADHD? God, Moran, what are you even doing with your life if you’re not meticulously doing the reading for everything? Because God forbid I realize that doing the reading is literally useless to me, even in classes I give even a single iota of a fractional fuck about as anything except a mandatory requirement.
Since I’m probably abusing sarcasm at this point: I just want to punch him in his smug asshole face. Really hard. A lot. Also the next time he laughs at me for not getting something I might actually flip a table.
I love seeing people heal on here. I saw you talking about suicide in June and now you can’t stop smiling. I saw you swear off relationships in March and now you’re planning a wedding. Man, the storm don’t last forever. I’m proud of y'all.
I swear, so often this site is like a weird little window into peoples’ lives and personal journeys because we put our saddest most awful thoughts on our blogs we’d never share anywhere else and so nobody in our ‘real lives’ even KNOWS the struggles and therefore, the amazing triumphs we’ve had, how hard we’re fighting, but I see this and I see people I follow overcome horrible shit nobody should ever have to even have nightmares about feeling, not once in their lives
but then I see them come out of it - or don’t, but live with it, and stick around for just one more day, and keep trying and living and just, every single fucking day, no matter how painful, my most common emotion here when I look at my friends is I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, PLEASE KEEP GOING.
I’m very glad that movies like Pacific Rim and Fury Road and The Force Awakens are as colorful as they are, because I am really, really tired of desaturated movies.
GOD ME TOO.
My buddy, my guy. Come close and listen to me.
You can have an apocalyptic, gritty, brutal movie with color. Really. You can. I promise.
ok but did every kid have a certain historical time period that they were REALLY into?? like I was super into the california gold rush when I was 9 for no reason
Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.
Slytherin:
Family crests and ballet lessons, a perfume your grandmother picks for you. Black coffee in Paris at 7 in the morning, champagne in New York in the evening. Cashmere sweaters, turtlenecks and high waisted skirts. Heavy diamonds and chins held high. Upper east side, Monaco, shopping in Brussels. Lying through clenched teeth. Northern lights. Hiding pain and using people. Contradictions. Daisychains. Richard Siken. Glitter socks. Learning French. Louboutins. Traditions and secrets. Green and Silver.
Gryffindor:
Hands on fire, bandaids and ginger ale. Treehouses and make believe. The kissing of wounds to soothe the pain. Stardust, bruised knees, pinky swears. Sunflowers and David Bowie. Lightning, thunderstorms, tornadoes. Too much energy; too much caffeine. The smell of a bonfire, the crunch of first snow, laughter resonating through crisp winter air. Fingers intertwining and whispered gossip followed by giggles. Supernovae. The roar of a sportscar's engine. Truth or dare. Courage and morals. The knight in rusty armor who forgot his horse at home. Red and gold.
Ravenclaw:
Kneesocks, Sylvia Plath and the dusty smell of books. Paint drying on fingertips and hair in every colour of the rainbow. Oxford dictionary, the louvre, shadowpuppets. Dancing in the rain, overthinking, posters and empty canvases filling dorm rooms and adorning bedroom walls. The first touch of a paintbrush, forget-me-nots, hunger for knowledge. Metaphors. Fanfiction. Black boots and leather jackets. John Lennon sunglasses. Tartan. Poetry. Blue hair and black lipstick. Creativity and curiosity. Blue and silver.
Hufflepuff:
Promises and shooting stars. Giggles, goosebumps. Stolen kisses behind the quidditch field. Bumblebees and libraries, fiery hair and squad goals. Shared breakfast, tutoring. Growing. Security. Those friends you can tell everything, and they will never judge. Libraries and open fields. Golden retrievers, the smell of sawdust and hay, horse riding. Roadtrips. Study groups. Ivy League. Scholarships. Humble, soft, friendly. Loyal and smart. Stubborn and accepting. Yellow and black.
does anyone else ever unintentionally read a negative review of something you rly like and you have to consciously make an effort not to internalize it and trick yourself into hating the thing you loved 2 seconds ago
Like men are able to get away with never expressing of requesting help with their feelings because women are trained from a very young age to observe men, watch for signs of emotional need and environmental stressors and deal with them without being asked. It’s why women worry constantly about emasculating the men in their lives but men never worry about “efeminating” the women in their lives.
Men are “stoic” only because they don’t have to communicate in order to get their emotional needs met.
i….
…….have never read something that explains my family dynamic so well
This describes the past several MILLENNIA, including why so many men only really communicate with their bros.
For those of you who don’t already know, there is a petition going around to actually stock binders in stores (like Walmart/Kmart/Target etc.)!!!
ALSO, people who don’t bind. Please, can I have your attention?
Here is your chance to exercise your allyship. Sign this petition. It can be very, very difficult for people who bind to get access to effective binders. They often resort to harmful things (like tape) that can break their ribs or suffocate them.
Please, sign the petition. You will be saving someone from immeasurable pain.
ONLY 560 TO GO
Please. It’s fucking impossible for most people who need binders to find them easily, this would help so many god damn people
do u ever just think about the fact that molly weasley saw HARRY POTTER, the boy who defeated voldemort, and went “i’m gonna knit this kid a christmas sweater”
what i love thinking about is
in the book ron says he told his mum that harry wasn’t expecting any christmas presents and that’s why she sent him them
and knowing ron can be a bit scatty/oblivious he probably didn’t mention it til like two days before christmas
so i just like to think of molly sitting up all night knitting harry his sweater and baking him homemade fudge or whatever because she’d be damned if she’d let harry go present-less at christmas
Or maybe Harry is just as dismissive. Like, Ron is dreaming aloud of him mom’s homemade fudge and asks Harry what he wants and Harry shrugs “the Dursley never give me anything, last year I got a half-used eraser” and Ron is like 0_0 because what, no one is going to give a gift to his new best friend? So he takes poor Errol telling Percy it’s an emergency and Percy’s like no! and Ron’s like HARRY NEVER GETS CHRISTMAS GIFTS YOU GIT and Percy’s like Oh. Ok. Write mom. And Ron’s letter is mainly MOM HARRY NEVER GETS CHRISTMAS GIFTS FROM HIS MUGGLES WHAT DO I DO and then it’s December 23 at night and Arthur is ready to go to bed and sees his wife get the yarn and the knitting needles out again and Honey I thought you were done? Did we get another child while I was at work? YES, she answers, furious. Ron’s new friend, little Harry. If I get this done by tomorrow morning I can make a batch of fudge and send Errol back with it. And that’s when Arthur Weasley realized they did get another kid when he wasn’t looking but, honestly, once you went past the five kids mark you stopped counting.
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Did we get another child while I was at work?” “YES”
So the whole point of the Pirates movies is Captain Jack Sparrow is trying to find a way to become immortal. What if the last movie in the franchise ends with him achieving that somehow. Then the movie goes to a montage of Captain Jack dancing through history doing all sorts of shenanigans. He keeps creating new identities and showing up in different settings. We see Jack with bootleggers, with Elvis, pitching the Pirates ride to Walt Disney, maybe he has a beer with Wil Turner and the Beatles, anti war protests, all over the place and then the movie ends. Then the end credit scene opens at a film studio. Young hopefuls are standing in line for some sort of audition. We see captain Jack in the line. When it’s his turn he walks in and sits in front of the casting people and introduces himself as Johnny Depp. The casting director tells him he’ll be reading for the part of Jack Sparrow when he interrupts her with a, “I think there’s supposed to be a ‘captain’ in there love” and then the movie cuts to black.
This is GREAT because usually movies about immortals are all angsty, “boohoo, I’m immortal, boohoo.” But not motherfukcing Jack Sparrow. He’s having the time of his life and he’s rocking the SHIT out of it
This is what your dash looks like if you fall for the Tumblr April Fool’s Joke.
I know some of my followers might have vision sensitivities, and as this background is a rather bright color, I wanted to warn everyone.
If you don’t want your dash to look like this, do NOT click on the “This Is Decision 2016″ voting link. It will take you to a page where you vote for a lizard, and once you do, it changes your dash to look like the above.
If you’ve already fallen for it, there is a way to revert to the default dash. Underneath the spinning “Decision 2016″ graphic on the sidebar, there is a link to opt out.
“nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.”—I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)
since it is trans day of visibility, we should do more than just post selfies (and essentially copy blackout). today i will try to be posting resources, history, and transition stories. there’s nothing wrong with posting some selfies today, but please don’t make that the only thing we do today— this is a very important day, and is more than just selfies. blackout was a celebration of beauty our society often deems unworthy; trans day of visibility should be about making our community, history, and siblings known.
a small list of resources for the moment:
trans people who are in a serious situation, such as being suicidal, or being abused, etc. can contact the trevor project. they have a lifeline that is 1-866-488-7386 and an online chat room.
the trans 100is a list provided by GLAAD of inspiring trans americans.
we happy trans is a website that provides happy trans stories!
a longer list of resources from GLAAD can be found here
“Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”—Lev Grossman (via stefanitran)
shout out to mentally ill students who are still trying their hardest to get amazing grades despite dealing with symptoms
shout out to mentally ill students are are just going through the motions and even though they know they want good grades they can’t bring themselves to care
shout out to mentally ill students who take time off and skip homework because they need to put their mental health first
shout out to mentally ill students who don’t want to get a diagnosis because they’re afraid it will impact their future careers
shout out to mentally ill students who have to juggle homework with therapy sessions and any other extracurriculars they do
shout out to mentally ill students. you rock my world.
*bursts through your door* Do you wanna talk about Connor Kent??? Because my roommate inflicted Young Justice on my poor unknowing soul and I have a lot of feelings about this poor wandering test tube child???
ANON. We can ALWAYS talk about Conner Kent. ALWAYS.
Like, what aspect of Conner do we need to discuss? How he looks identical to Clark as a teenager, except around the eyes (because blue or green, those are Lex’s eyes)? How he inherits the weight of Clark’s losses (a world, a family, innumerable languages, innumerable cultures, an identity), as well as the weight of Lex’s expectations (schemes, stratagems, and understated goals: kill your father, replace your father, be better than your father, be human, be my weapon, be my son.) Sixteen years old–one month old–and he’s dragging around his inheritances like an iron ball and chain. How even with the enormous weight of all he is heir to, this poor fucking kid has nothing. No family, no connections, no driver’s license, no home, no closet full of clothes, no nostalgia, no music to soothe him, no movies he loves. He’s got nobody, he’s got NOTHING, he knows NO ONE, but he’s got Lex’s eyes and that big fucking S on his chest and no one will ever just meet him, no one will ever just know him.
And then WALLY GODDAMN WEST TAKES HIM HOME, OKAY. I AM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS. WALLY WEST TAKES HIM HOME AND IS LIKE ‘HEY MOM, DAD, SUPERBOY’S GONNA SPEND THE NIGHT OKAY’, AND WALLY’S PARENTS JUST SHRUG LIKE ‘OKAY OUR SUPERPOWERED KID HAS WEIRD FRIENDS’ ONLY THEN THEY SLOWLY REALIZE THE DEPTH OF EVERYTHING CONNER DOESN’T HAVE; WHAT CONNER DOESN’T KNOW. LIKE. WALLY’S MOM PUSHING FOOD ON HIM. CONNER SITTING AT THE DINNER TABLE, SCOWLING AND CONFUSED, WITH LIKE TEN SLOPPY JOES IN FRONT OF HIM. WALLY’S MOM TAKING THEM TO THE MALL AND WATCHING HOW UTTERLY FUCKING HELPLESS CONNER IS AT ALL THE CHOICES, LIKE, HE CHOOSES THE EXACT SAME SHIRT, THE EXACT SAME PANTS, THE EXACT SAME BOOTS, IN FIVE IDENTICAL PAIRS. THE JACKET IS THE ONLY EXTRAVAGANCE SHE CAN TALK HIM INTO. (GOD. HOW FUCKING MUCH CONNER LOVES THAT LEATHER JACKET, LATER ON. THE WAY IT’S WORN SOFT IN SOME PLACES AND STIFF AND SCRATCHED IN OTHERS, THE WAY IT READS AS ARMOR BUT WRAPS AROUND HIM COMFORTABLE AND WARM. THE WAY NEITHER LEX NOR CLARK WOULD EVER WEAR ANYTHING LIKE IT.) AND LIKE, WALLY SETTING CONNER UP ON HIS BEDROOM FLOOR AND PUTTING ON THE TV. WALLY INTRODUCING CONNER TO, LIKE, JESUS, I DON’T EVEN KNOW. TEENAGE BOY SHOWS. THE WALKING DEAD? CONNER AWKWARDLY CURLED UP IN A SLEEPING BAG WATCHING WALLY WATCH THE WALKING DEAD, WHILE WALLY GIVES HIM A RAPID COMMENTARY. JUST. COME ON. WALLY AND CONNER. AND THEN LATER: KALDUR AND CONNER, AND DICK AND CONNER, AND ARTEMIS AND CONNER AND, OBVIOUSLY, M’GANN AND CONNER.
…was that what you wanted to talk about, anon? because i could go on
If you see someone in a wheelchair stand up or walk, just keep your mouth shut. They either were prescribed that wheelchair and their insurance agreed they needed it, or they became so desperate for the mobility the chair would provide that they paid a lot of money out of pocket (because they don’t have insurance or they have a shitty ableist doctor or whatever).
It’s estimated that around 85% of full time wheelchair users can stand or walk to some extent. Think of it like glasses: the majority of people who wear them can technically see without them, but they reduce pain, improve the quality of the wearer’s life, and enable millions of people to do things they otherwise couldn’t. A wheelchair is no different. In fact, even part time users legitimately need their chair, just as people who need reading glasses legitimately need their glasses. In addition to paralysis, some reasons for using a wheelchair include pain, fatigue, fragile joints/bones, vertigo, and many, many other debilitating symptoms.
Using a wheelchair is already stressful enough as it is, thanks to iffy accessibility. Please don’t add to a disabled person’s difficulties by calling them a faker.
give me natasha with this quirky, weird-ass sense of humor because she has no idea how to connect with people and she had to learn from clint barton of all people
You’re probably thinking, “oh, this is just a nice way of getting rejected.” But it’s really not. Someone on the admissions committee fought for you to be admitted. Someone on the admissions committee realizes your academic potential to excel at that institution. I hope that this gives people peace of mind.
Also: if you can, submit additional materials! Show them something they don’t know about you yet.
I got waitlisted, then submitted a supplemental essay that showed then what an articulate, angry feminist I was, which they didn’t know from my other essays, and THAT’S what tipped the scales, I’m sure.
Find out if supplements are an option! You will not be bugging them if you submit something. You will be helping them develop a more complete picture of you, which will help them make an informed decision about whether or not you’ll be a good fit for the school!
the guy that you have a crush on probably doesn’t take enough showers
liking 1D or taylor swift isn’t embarrassing. dont hide it
draw draw draw! you’ll be happy to have the skill later on
do your homework it’ll help with stress
when you’re overwhelmed you should run. it makes you feel better
don’t start cutting no matter how afraid you are
if that shirt doesn’t fit you it doesn’t matter
hug the people you love
know that your life is weird right now and it will get better
reblogging because I wish someone told me this when I was 13
- don’t talk shit about people - if you wanna experiment with your hair/makeup go for it, find what suits you. - if you start to feel sad alot, tell your parents/friends talk about it - be the best you can be - learn to love yourself
-don’t be embarrassed of anything you like. -clothes from Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch only fit a certain type of body. Don’t let their narrow-mindedness make you cry in the dressing room -don’t starve yourself. Please don’t. -there’s a reason you don’t look like people in magazines and on TV. You look like you and that’s wonderful.
-Be yourself, no matter what other people say -Don’t start smoking or drinking alcohol, IT’S NOT COOL -Don’t waste time on judging others
Thats not only for the 13 years old!
- don’t stay friends with someone who makes you feel shitty inside
- don’t be afraid to be friends with people in different grades
- your worth is not defined by what you can afford
- do what you love as often as you can, because that’s how you get better
- forgive yourself
-drink milk for strong bones
-you might end up liking girls and that’s okay
-you might not end up being a girl and that’s okay too
- sometimes it’s hard to remember this stuff and that’s okay, we all work hard at it
- try to remember that everyone has their own shit they’re dealing with, it’ll make the world a little brighter if you don’t go through life thinking people are just arbitrarily awful
- that being said, sometimes people are just arbitrarily awful and it’s not on you, it’s never on you, and if someone tells you that it is, they’re wrong
- take the opportunity to stand in front of the mirror and find just one thing you like (anything, literally anything, even just that the line your collarbones make is nice or that your lips are well balanced)
- if someone ever puts a hand on you in a way you don’t like, you are within your rights to make them take it off by any means necessary
We need more women in the media on every level and in every aspect. That’s a given.
We also need better men in the media, on every level, and in every aspect.
Women in the media still have to achieve twice as much as men to get half the respect, both behind the scenes and on screen.
Chris Rock, while remarking on Obama being the first black U.S. president, said “That’s not black progress. That’s white progress. There’s been black people qualified to be president for hundreds of years.” This same sentiment applies to feminism. If we’re seeing more women in the media, it’s not because women have gotten better. It’s because men have gotten better. Ultimately, if we want to continue making things better for women, it’s men’s behavior that has to change. If we want to bring more women into male dominated fields, men need to stop creating hostile work environments for them.
And this is why I grow so weary of feminist media that continues to surround its female leads with Loveable MisogynistTM and Nice GuyTM male protagonists.
We need more protagonists like Steve Rogers, who accept rejection with grace, instead of treating flirtation like a sales transaction to be haggled over. We need more protagonists like Wade Wilson, a man in his mid thirties who thinks getting hit on by an woman nearly half his age is awkward and disturbing, instead of sexy, and who genuinely respects and admires his age-appropriate girlfriend who does sex work. We need more Fury Road version Max Rockatanskys, more Finn Damerons, more Peeta Mellarks, and more Raleigh Beckets.
I by no means want to devalue the importance of calling out problematic male behavior. On the contrary – it’s important to show that even well meaning men can unintentionally cause harm.
But there’s no point telling men and boys “what not to do” if we’re not also showing men and boys what they should be doing.
When the media fails to consistently portray positive male role models, the consequence of this failure is the normalization of male entitlement, casual misogyny, and other sexist micro-aggressions and macro-aggressions.
Yo, I feel this way about most forms of social justice and call-outs: you can’t just leave it at identifying the problem, you need to show how to fix it too. You need examples of how disparities in privilege can be navigated gracefully and fairly; what recovering from beingwrong looks like; what respect looks like; what self-control and humility looks like; what combating inequality looks like.
Positive media examples are one of the best ways to do this. I feel like mobbing everything that’s “problematic” is a great way to make yourself feel good, like you’re punching up, but that’s the easy part. Trying to make something that people can look up to and be a good role model is contentious and scary. People will disagree with you. What you make will never be enough to combat all the negative stereotypes that need addressing. That’s why it’s important to remember that there’s more than ONE way to be a positive example, and we need ALL of them. Having a good protagonist or a good role model who inspires one kind of person may not be the right model for every person. It’s important to have quantity; you can’t load all the expectations of being the perfect role model or character on ONE person. It’s impossible, and in fiction, it’s boring. It’s belief-straining. We need Steven Universes AND Mad Maxes AND Ray Holts etc etc. The more examples you have, the less need there is for every one of them to be perfect, and the more room there is to explore variety.
