Month: July 2015

gaydisneyprincessofficial:

@ people with uni-brows: you are beautiful and you slay 

@ people with big lips: 

you are beautiful and you slay

@ people with thick curly hair: 

you are beautiful and you slay

@ people with glasses: 

you are beautiful and you slay

@ people with acne: 

you are beautiful and you slay

@ people with freckles: 

you are beautiful and you slay

@ people with facial hair:  you are beautiful and you slay

@ people who have their insecurities caricatured for a cheap laugh: you deserve better  

nerd-in-converse:

quidditchconsent:

When I was in kindergarten a boy named Nick used to chase me around the playground, try to touch me in class, sit next to me even when I tried to get away from him, etc. He used to scream, “Do ya love me? Then kiss me, baby!” (He must have been quoting, but I have no idea what O.o)

All the grownups thought this behavior was adorable. My mom told me he liked me, and my teachers let him sit next to me every day when we sat on the ground for story time.

One day, Nick sat next to me as usual, and then he started tickling me. I am *extremely* ticklish–I collapsed into a flailing ball, laughing and screaming for him to stop. The teacher shushed us, but two seconds later Nick tickled me again. After this happened a few times, the helper teacher came over and banished *both* of us to the table where disruptive kids had to sit.

When I complained that *I didnt DO anything*, the helper teacher scowled and said, “you were encouraging him. Laughing and giggling and having a good old time.”

And this is why we need to start teaching consent and combatting rape culture and victim blaming *early*.

laughing when youre being tickled is actually a panic response

the-rogue-0f-light:

balfies:

an-xfile:

actuallybenwyatt:

I met a couple Australians this weekend and they introduced me to what is possibly the greatest phrase in the English language. Apparently, a common response to a wide variety of questions is “I’m not here to fuck spiders”. It means “I’m already doing that” or “Obviously, yeah”. So like, example usage:

At the bar with a friend.
Friend: do you want to get a beer?
Me: well, I’m not here to fuck spiders.

ive literally never heard someone say that what fuckin australians did you meet

mate those Australians introduced you to the grand Australian tradition of fucking with foreigners and making them believe anything about Australia

this is seriously a thing australians do, like, automatically. someone will say something that is complete bullshit in front of a foreigner and everyone will instantly jump on board and confirm it. like it’s some kind of built-in reflex.

my step-dad actually convinced my mom that there were no trains in australia. and he didn’t end this conversation with a ‘just kidding’ or anything like that. he just let her think that for years until we moved here and she saw a train and was like DAMN IT KEVIN!!!!! 

egbertsjohns:

ghostofqueernessyettocome:

konkeydongcountry:

exeggcute:

universal pictures really dug themselves into a hole with the “minions flock to the biggest villain on the planet” thing because there’s no way to deny that minions must have worked for like, fascist italy or the mafia… but they made their bed so now they can lie in it

minions are directly responsible for every war crime and atrocity in human history

ok but it gets better (and by better i mean more horrifying)

apparently the minions retire to antarctica after the fall of napoleon, and only go back to minioning in 1968

which means the filmmakers conveniently avoided having the minions work for hitler, but in the process imply that, had they been around, they totally would have

the minions crucified jesus

emeebeeable:

thegirlwiththebones:

shoulderboulders:

• most princesses, the stereotypical “olde timey” kind, had armpit hair
• they also had leg hair
• and hair everywhere
• and so did other women of the time
• because that’s how life was
• and people still fucking treasured them
• so there

Yeah, before WW1, all women had armpit hair. It was normal. Until razor companies decided to market towards women because their male customers had died during the war.

“Oh no, we’re a poor razor company and our buyers are mostly dead! Let’s convince women that their hair is ugly and unsexy and make them feel bad about their body so we can continue to make money!”