flvffs asked: BOTH RAMBUTANS AND AVOCADOES ARE BRILLIANT FRUITS AND THEY DONT DESERVE YOUR HATRED

i just to eat some avocado out of PURE SPITE

Okay, I G E T that avocados are some kind of a superfood and I just…like…canNOT get past how mushy they are, if you can more power to you.  BUT RAMBUTANS HAVE HAIR???  I CANNOT.  I DO NOT DO HAIRY FRUITS.  LIKE.  I DON’T EVEN LIKE PEACHES.  EVEN ONCE THEY’VE BEEN PEELED.  FRUIT SHOULD NOT HAVE HAIR, HAIR SHOULD BE AN ANIMAL-EXCLUSIVE OCCURRENCE.

Look at this

WHAT FRESH HELL IS THAT????

slyrider:
“phan-is-sempiternal:
“ mousathe14:
“ gehayi:
“ profeminist:
“ Tampons are a “luxury item” ”
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and...

slyrider:

phan-is-sempiternal:

mousathe14:

gehayi:

profeminist:

Tampons are a “luxury item”

Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.

I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.

He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.

“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”

His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”

I thought,  You have got to be kidding.

Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.

And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.

That’s.., that’s insane.

what the fuck did i just read

@words-writ-in-starlight
"The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name."

PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

(Source: latenightcornerstore, via latenightcornerstore)

pearlsnapbutton:
“ desiremyblack:
“ smileforthehigh:
“ unexplained-events:
“ Researchers have used Easter Island Moai replicas to show how they might have been “walked” to where they are displayed.
VIDEO
”
Finally. People need to realize aliens...

pearlsnapbutton:

desiremyblack:

smileforthehigh:

unexplained-events:

Researchers have used Easter Island Moai replicas to show how they might have been “walked” to where they are displayed.

VIDEO

Finally. People need to realize aliens aren’t the answer for everything (when they use it to erase poc civilizations and how smart they were)

(via TumbleOn)

What’s really wild is that the native people literally told the Europeans “they walked” when asked how the statues were moved. The Europeans were like “lol these backwards heathens and their fairy tales guess it’s gonna always be a mystery!”

NATIVE/POC CIVILIZATIONS WERE GENERALLY SPEAKING WAY SMARTER THAN WE GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR.

I MEAN SHIT, ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS AT LARGE WERE GENERALLY SPEAKING WAY SMARTER THAN WE GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR.  STONEHENGE EXISTS KIDDOS, AND THE PYRAMIDS WERE BUILT WITH SUCH PRECISION THAT WE CAN’T REPLICATE IT, AND THE GRAND SWEEPING TEMPLES OF ANCIENT CHINA OR JAPAN WERE BUILT WITHOUT MODERN ‘INGENUITY’, AND THE INCAN AND MAYAN AND AZTEC STEP PYRAMIDS WERE A GODDAMN MARVEL, AND THE ANCIENT GREEKS CALCULATED THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF THE EARTH, AND THE EASTER ISLAND HEADS ABSOLUTELY WERE PUT IN PLACE BY THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED THERE.  THE HUMAN RACE IS AWESOME AND WE CAN DO REALLY FUCKING SPECTACULAR THINGS WHEN WE TAKE TWENTY MINUTES TO STOP SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER.

(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Some person who needs a better taste in ships: “I ship Kilgrave/Jessica”

Me:

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ARE THERE PEOPLE WHO SHIP THIS?  Like in the sense of ‘awww look at the cute couple’ rather than ‘ahhhhh you go Jessica end that motherfucker.’

…I need alcohol.  Urgently.

(Source: starwarsisgay)

greythecompassgirl:

haha but Alek enforcing the “no secrets” rule throughout their entire life together and just being like, 

“Deryn, did you eat the last of the food?” 

“…No…”

“No secrets, remember?”

Barking spiders. FINE. YES, YES I DID. I ATE IT ALL. THAT STUPID PROMISE WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO, CAN’T YOU LET GO OF IT?”

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

letsgostealafandom:

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)_/¯

500days-a-writer:
“prettyboyshyflizzy:
“teenagevictorysong:
“i just googled jessica williams to look at her wikipedia page but instead i discovered that there have been over 2,500 articles written TODAY arguing that she should host the daily show…...

500days-a-writer:

prettyboyshyflizzy:

teenagevictorysong:

i just googled jessica williams to look at her wikipedia page but instead i discovered that there have been over 2,500 articles written TODAY arguing that she should host the daily show… nice

This is truly the time of the black woman they taking over TV

#blackexcellence

(Source: beachdeath, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

mycroftseyebrow:
“REBLOG IF YOU WOULD WATCH THE FUCK OUTTA THE DAILY SHOW WITH JESSICA WILLIAMS
”

mycroftseyebrow:

REBLOG IF YOU WOULD WATCH THE FUCK OUTTA THE DAILY SHOW WITH JESSICA WILLIAMS

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