Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
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A pair of D-cup breasts weighs between 15 and 23 pounds—the equivalent of carrying around two small turkeys.
WHAT
#are you telling me someone could eat my tiddies on thanksgiving
“but the guy said he didn’t do it!” literally all rapists say this, what else is he gonna fucking say. next. “but she got all that attention!” and you would prefer she what, quietly suffered and maybe killed herself in silence like so many rape victims do? next. “but she got school credit so she totally had a reason to lie!” if you think that a few credits in exchange for making herself vulnerable to mass smear campaigns and people calling for her death and for her to be raped AGAIN etc is something that makes sense to any human being you are just willfully obtuse, next. “women lie about rape all the time!” you’re a fucking rape apologist and a misogynist if you believe this despite the overwhelming evidence that it is not true. next.
Three years ago after I turned thirty, I remember some wise-ass asking me how it felt to know that I’d outlived most people from the Middle Ages. To which I replied, “technically, I did that when I turned two years old.” The statistic that people from the Middle Ages and Ancient Era only lived to be around 30 is grossly misrepresented, and I feel like more effort needs to be put into fixing that misunderstanding, because far too many historical, cultural, and sociological theories are based around it.
While technically it’s a true statistic, what’s so rarely brought up is the fact that the reason for this was the very high infant mortality rate among past cultures globally. When two-thirds of the global human population dies before their first birthday, it tends to skew the life-expectancy averages southwards. Any cursory historical research will turn up dozens of figures who lived into their 50s, 60s, or 70s, and even many slaves, peasants, and laborers who had shorter life expectancies tended to live well into their 40s. I mean, Caesar was 56 and still kicking ass when he was assassinated, Charlemagne was in his late 60s, Alexander the Great was almost 33 and every text ever written about him says that he died young. I hate it when something gets accepted as common knowledge without proper context, and I hope if nothing else this post gets a few people to rethink their understanding of what they know about history.
Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Most of the Psalms date to Solomon’s reign, which was around 3000 years ago; the more recent are from the Babylonian Captivity which was around 2500 years ago. While many died much younger of disease or infections (not to mention war and murder) people even in the Bronze age lived a good long time if they made it past age 5 or so.
Just tacking this on as another common one, I’m not sure about medieval times but in the 17th century the average age people got married at was actually a year or so OLDER than the average western age today.
does anyone else notice how misinterpreted the houses are?
like why are slytherins refered to as being ‘edgy bad chicks/guys’ and ‘sex gods/goddesses’ when it’s their house, of all four houses, that values traditionalism?
why are hufflepuffs described as relaxed hippies who prefer to chill and eat cookies all day when their house is the one that values hard work?
why do people think ravenclaws are stuck-up and boring bookish nerds when literally the only personality traits you have to possess to be a ravenclaw are creativity, wit, wisdom, acceptance, originality, intelligence and individuality?
why are gryffindors depicted as brash, rude rulebreakers when chivalry is so important to them?
can we please destroy the culture of cis hetero marriages where the guy acts like he’s getting dragged into it? it’s misogynistic as fuck, it’s rude and disrespectful to everyone involved, and it’s a huge middle finger to everyone else who would kill to get the privilege that you’re throwing around like it’s 25 to life
if you’re going to act like getting married is the end of your life then your wife deserves so much better than a shit-stained moist saltine cracker of a husband
jaden smith is out there wearing a dress and talking about how clothes should be gender neutral and it’s so great to see such an influential young person being so educated and being fearless and free to express themselves and all the media want to do is treat him like ‘hah ha stupid teenager’ because they don’t understand his twitter and because he was born into fame i mean fuck that honestly
meanwhile grown people are making fun of him on social media and news portals while this is the only place where people acknowledged how important what he did was
Has anyone else tired of the grim realism “anyone can die” thing in television? There is a point, I believe, at which character death and violence ceases to become meaningful or even provocative, and just becomes senseless.
Killing off important characters, when you first do it, is daring. It takes tremendous artistic and creative confidence to believe that your audience will keep watching. But when such deaths become the defining part of a series, what does that tell us? Not to commit to anyone. That the story we’re watching is pointless, because the characters’ lives are ultimately meaningless.
I’m tired of nihilism in 2015. I am no longer shocked; I am merely bored.
Besides that, it’s never even true. Most things that brag “anyone can die” have characters wearing obvious plot armor. (I’ve been surprised a few times when a person who seems to wear plot armor dies, but most of the time I can correctly pick who’s in no danger of dying.)
If Goldilocks tried three beds, then Momma Bear and Daddy Bear slept separately. Baby Bear is probably the only thing keeping the family together.
You ain’t have to put those people business out like that.
Y’know, the story straight-up tells us why Mama Bear and Papa Bear sleep in separate beds: they have very different needs in terms of mattress firmness, and those fancy responsive mattresses that can be soft on one half and firm on the other hadn’t been invented yet. There’s no shame in valuing your spinal health.
The fact that they’re secure enough to admit that they’re better off in separate beds probably indicates that they have a very healthy relationship built on a foundation of mutual love and respect.
I hate when people are like “the world’s a cruel place, just get used to it.” That’s a terrible mentality! Never accept cruelty and brutality and unhappiness as the norm. The world is a cruel place, so get out there and make it a little less so.
The world’s shit. Go change the world.
White couples that adopt non-white kids
If you’re getting mad at someone for adopting a parentless child and bringing that child into a loving home because their skin color doesn’t match then you need to take a good hard look at your priorities, evaluate your life, and ask yourself how you sunk this fucking low.
im pretty sure at least 50% of crime authors decide to write about murder bc it isn’t legal to actually kill someone in real life
planning out a murder seems like fun
oh no dont reblog this im not planning a murder
that’s definitely something someone who was planning a murder and didn’t want to get caught would say…
“you make my heart beat in iambic pentameter.”
no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart
- that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings
- that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat
- that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection
shakespeare fucking writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote
you have to be fucking alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.
holy motherfucking shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart
emma sulkowicz carried her mattress during graduation today, even after her rapist attempted a smear campaign in fucking reason magazine, even after she lost tons of supporters because they believed her rapist and denied that a victim could process events or cope like she did.
I’m proud of her.
I saw an article today about this and they called her “a rape accuser” not a victim. Not a survivor. An accuser. Fuck everyone.
Another filming season’s worth of Haley Atwell carving a path of destruction through the show’s stuntmen, and then tweeting apologies.
what do you get when you mix alcohol and literature?
tequila mockingbird
F. scotch Fitzgerald
Ernest Hemingway
imagine spock going back to vulcan to be honored with an award for scientific excellency or whatever
and even though its an award ceremony its still very solemn theres no clapping or cheering when people come on stage
finally its spocks turn and as he bows to the high priest and straightens up to receive his medal he hears a REALLY LOUD whistle from the audience
and he turns around and jims in the middle of all these stone faced vulcans like
I NEED THIS
As much as I like Snape, it really pissed me off when he watched Harry's painful memories, and just taunted him and laughed. And when Harry watched one of Snape’s worst memories, he was horrified and he spent months thinking about how his father treated Snape, and reevaluated the whole image of James that he had in his head.
“the bravest man i ever knew” watched Harry’s memories OF HIS ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD AND LAUGHED AT THEM.
imagine Bucky goes to have a blood test one time and the nurse can’t find a vein
and they’re like ‘are you sure it’s this arm you usually have blood taken from?? maybe i should try the other one’
and he just looks at them like
why is it only when gay couples appear in popular media that straight people will suddenly understand the importance of platonic relationships
tbh if adult Remus Lupin with an actual job persuaded Neville to transform his boggart into Snape wearing women’s clothes, god knows what shit he was up to when he was a teenager
Don’t you tell me that remus wasn’t a tiny prototype of satan
the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.
im crying anyways how do i thank these tiny little babies
evanescenceandthestormswithin:
For the empowerment of ALL women.I am 100% here for the empowerment of black women.
Right, so. I’m angry all over again and I’m going to be angry for a while, because if I see one more idiot defending the rape scene over the fact that “that was just what happened in medieval times,” I am going to put a brick through my computer screen. This won’t be as long or…
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
imagine
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
oh my fucking god it got better
“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
So what happens if two people who have promised their firstborn to separate witches have a child together? Do they both just pop up in the nursery and have a custody battle?
I need a book about a little girl whose parents had promised their firstborn to different witches and the only way that both ends of the deal were fulfilled was for them to have joint custody of the child.
I love it!
And then the witches, forced to share a cottage while raising their joint stolen child, fall in love…
#more witch-centric lesbian fairytale rom-coms#….a sentence I never thought I’d type
