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zelnythepugtato:

Amazing Genderswapped characters by Sakimi Chan 

http://sakimichan.deviantart.com/

copperbadge:

nanyoky:

I want to write an alternative version of Romeo and Juliet where instead of being a little ponce and trying to work things out for himself, Romeo asks his smarter friends what to do about the whole thing and Benvolio and Mercutio come up with the world’s greatest…

rnusicality:

fun statistics for adults!
“when I was a kid, I had no help with college tuition, I was hardworking and paid it all myself”
-Annual tuition for Yale, 1970: $2,550
-Annual tuition for Yale, 2014: $45,800
-Minimum Wage, 1970: $1.45
-Minimum Wage, 2014: $7.25
-Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 1970: 4.8
-Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 2014: 17.3

sufferingsappho:

currentgoddess:

fandomsandfeminism:

macabrefascination:

featheredfriend:

charminglyantiquated:

silly silly little comic

Ladies, gentlemen, and other gentlepeople: my girlfriend’s ‘silly little comic’

Oh my fucking gods this is perfect

This makes me smile 

dragon came from water not fire
woman rebelled to save other woman
other woman didn’t need saving and could hold her own
dragon wasn’t killed
political scams
interracial lesbian relationship
there is not one thing about this I don’t like. 10/10 fuck yeah

I just realized that she said she’s studying alternative cures for magical stasis. Magical stasis as in sleeping curses. She is researching how to rescue sleeping princesses without needing a bullshit True Love’s kiss because she knows how shitty it is to sit around waiting for some hero to rescue her.

Perfect comic is perfect

What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

(via cracktacular)

tamorapierce:

taibhsearachd:

fatassvegan:

boo-author:

starklyinaccurate:

crohns-sucks:

neecygrace:

Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome

If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.
If you are healthy, please reblog.If you are sick, please reblog.If you have a disability, please reblog.If you have an invisible illness, please reblog.If you know someone with a disability, please reblog.If you are a human being, please reblog.Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it. 
Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance. 

And people ask me why I am afraid to use my cane in public.Being disabled, visibly so is always dangerous

When I got my first cane and posted about it, I had people demanding to know why I thought I “deserved” it at my age.
That was the word.
"Deserved".

This is the kind of bullshit that made my dad, a man who dealt with crippling pain from degenerative disc disorder, afraid to apply for handicapped parking
I remember saying to him that he could get handicapped plates and hearing him say that it wasn’t “bad enough” as I watched him wince and hobble as he walked from the back of the parking lot
People internalize these ideas, even handicapped people, that’s why this is so fucking important

I use a cane when I’m outside because of fatigue and balance issues. It helps me stay on my feet longer and not fall over. I get dirty looks and rude stares literally every time I’m around strangers, because I’m not (usually) visually limping, because I’m not putting my weight on it 100% of the time, because I’m too young to look like I need it. Because obviously my cheap-ass not-pretty-at-all cane is a fashion statement, or a ploy for attention, or something. People are terrible.

I was flying recently with a friend, and we had all kinds of fun traveling.  We had been on the tarmac a while and were told we’d been on it another while when she checked her blood sugar and realized it was going down fast.  (She had thought she would be good until beverage service, not realizing we would be bumped to #7 in the takeoff queue twice.)  She asked the hostess for a drink, explaining her reasons, and the hostess, being a very nice person, brought her a snack box as well.  A little later my friend heard the women in the seat across from us to the rear tell each other she had just “pretended” to be diabetic to get the snack box that she hadn’t even asked for.  I wanted to punch them.

tamorapierce:

taibhsearachd:

fatassvegan:

boo-author:

starklyinaccurate:

crohns-sucks:

neecygrace:

Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome

If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.

If you are healthy, please reblog.
If you are sick, please reblog.
If you have a disability, please reblog.
If you have an invisible illness, please reblog.
If you know someone with a disability, please reblog.
If you are a human being, please reblog.

Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it. 

Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance. 

And people ask me why I am afraid to use my cane in public.

Being disabled, visibly so is always dangerous

When I got my first cane and posted about it, I had people demanding to know why I thought I “deserved” it at my age.

That was the word.

"Deserved".

This is the kind of bullshit that made my dad, a man who dealt with crippling pain from degenerative disc disorder, afraid to apply for handicapped parking

I remember saying to him that he could get handicapped plates and hearing him say that it wasn’t “bad enough” as I watched him wince and hobble as he walked from the back of the parking lot

People internalize these ideas, even handicapped people, that’s why this is so fucking important

I use a cane when I’m outside because of fatigue and balance issues. It helps me stay on my feet longer and not fall over. I get dirty looks and rude stares literally every time I’m around strangers, because I’m not (usually) visually limping, because I’m not putting my weight on it 100% of the time, because I’m too young to look like I need it. Because obviously my cheap-ass not-pretty-at-all cane is a fashion statement, or a ploy for attention, or something. People are terrible.

I was flying recently with a friend, and we had all kinds of fun traveling.  We had been on the tarmac a while and were told we’d been on it another while when she checked her blood sugar and realized it was going down fast.  (She had thought she would be good until beverage service, not realizing we would be bumped to #7 in the takeoff queue twice.)  She asked the hostess for a drink, explaining her reasons, and the hostess, being a very nice person, brought her a snack box as well.  A little later my friend heard the women in the seat across from us to the rear tell each other she had just “pretended” to be diabetic to get the snack box that she hadn’t even asked for.  I wanted to punch them.

sistermaryfake:

mx-ro:

brown-likeme:

nizhonibird:

sikssaapo-p:

THE TRUTH OF NATIVE AMERICANS BEFORE THE GENOCIDE

Gotta put this on blast.
We never needed a white savior.

I hate this country.

What I learned from this video:

  • 100 million Native Americans died at the hands of white colonists
  • Instead of planting crops the colonists spent their days digging random holes in the ground looking for gold. They started starving and dug up Indian corpses to eat. They took Indian prisoners and forced them to teach the colonists how to farm
  • Native Americans had massive cities with tens of thousands of well constructed houses, intricate water canals and large merchant areas.
  • The Native Americans used soaps, deodorants and breath sweeteners while colonists never bathed or even took of their clothes
  • There was a delousing policy with the mantra Nits create Lice; nits being Native American babies, so their goal was to kill every Indian, including babies 
  • In the 1700’s 80% of the Federal Budget went towards eradicating the Native American population so they could take their developed farmland
  • Colonists leaders went town after town killing men women and children under the approval of George Washington
  • "Pursue Indians to extermination" -Thomas Jefferson
  • California governor (1849-1851): “extermination must continue to be waged until the Indian becomes extinct”

The main factor which prevented Native American extinction was the fact they were used for slave labor. The most prized Native Americans were young girls who were said to be valued for labor and lust (that one white dude in your ethnic studies class that says he’s 1/36th Cherokee?)

In modern times children were forced into Indian Boarding Schools whose goal was to “Kill the Indian in them”. It was federal policy. They were beaten if they used their native tongue, they were forced to dress and style their hair like whites 

This country was literally built on terrorism and mass murder. White people are savage terrorists.

Until, this is taught in schools everywhere- “history class” is merely a racism propaganda course.

Things to marinate on this “holiday” weekend

not-just-a-pretty-url:

shy-crackers:

rage—prince:

demon—eyes:

marvels-spooky-angel:

demon—eyes:

OKAY GUYS SO I JUST WENT OUT TO BUY GLUE FOR A MEDIA PROJECT I HAVE TO DO AND I SAW THE MOST ADORABLE FUCKING HALLOWEEN SHIRT EVER image

AND THEN I FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS 

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STOP REBLOGGING THIS 
THIS IS NOT HOW I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED

I NEED THIS SHIRT

A limerick:

toothlessrebel:

asgardiantelevision:

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Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:

A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.

THE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCKKKKKKK

lagonite:

shutthefuckupcas:

shutthefuckupcas:

shutthefuckupcas:

My dad accidentally threw a cheese grater at me so I left the room and he yelled “come back here you ungrateful child” while laughing hysterically

Update my mom just told me that if I had even a ‘shred’ of decency I would go back in there

Update #2: my dad apologized and told me he had only done it for ‘the grater good’

How the fuck do you accidentally throw a cheese grater at your child