1. 25 May



    intersectionalityis4lovers:

    • don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you
    • a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’
    • or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’

    (via real-life-sandra-dee)

     

  2. 25 May



    frenchbrioche:

    jojenreeds:

    Daenerys walks into every city, says “this is now mine” and if you refuse to give her what she wants she kills you with her dragons. A really suitable queen for the seven kingdoms.

    Uh Daenarys walks into every pro slavery city and says “now this shit has to stop” and if you refuse to free your people she kills you with her dragons, because you’re a fucking slaver and this is all you deserve. A really suitable queen for the seven kingdoms.

    (via andbrothers)

     

  3. 25 May



    cryptaniac:

    bananneli:

    I wish that there was a socially acceptable way to say, “I’m having a bad mental health day and need you to pay attention to me,” without alienating everyone.

    or: “I’m having a bad mental health day and need to be on my own for a while so please don’t be mad if I cancel our plans on short notice.”

    (via leonerdmccoy)

     

  4. 25 May



    After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
    I heard the announcement:
    If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
    Please come to the gate immediately.

    Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
    An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
    Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
    Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
    Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
    Did this.

    I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
    Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
    Sho bit se-wee?

    The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
    She stopped crying.

    She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
    She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
    Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

    Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
    We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
    I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
    Would ride next to her—Southwest.

    She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

    Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
    Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

    Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
    Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

    She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
    Questions.

    She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
    Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
    And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

    To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
    Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
    The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
    Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

    And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
    Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
    American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
    And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

    And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
    Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

    With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
    Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

    And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
    This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

    Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
    —has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

    They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
    This can still happen anywhere.

    Not everything is lost.

    — Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via awelltraveledwoman)

    (Source: oliviacirce, via 42nddoctor)

     

  5. 24 May


    epizephyrian:

    what a fucking babe uuugghhhhHHHHHH

    (via tw-innie)

     

  6. 24 May


    42nddoctor: Let’s not forget the blatant racism, stereotypes, nerd hate and bullying an autistic person, too.

    42nddoctor:

    Let’s not forget the blatant racism, stereotypes, nerd hate and bullying an autistic person, too.

    (Source: amajor7)

     

  7. 23 May


    sweetlittlekitty: cocoloveszoo: tomymindpalace: his hand looks like a flower blooming Still the closest his hand is going to be from me IT’S LIKE AN INSIDE VIEW OF HIM FISTING SOMEONE

    sweetlittlekitty:

    cocoloveszoo:

    tomymindpalace:

    his hand looks like a flower blooming

    Still the closest his hand is going to be from me

    IT’S LIKE AN INSIDE VIEW OF HIM FISTING SOMEONE

    (Source: nobodyvoice, via consultingdoctorr)

     

  8. 23 May


    sherlock gif meme: you make me smile + molly

    (Source: thespeckledblonde, via hellooooootrickster)

     

  9. 23 May



    angelicpity:

    I hate when dudes act like it’s a huge tragedy when no one wants to fuck them

    1. No one is obligated to have sex with you
    2. Obviously no one wants to have sex with you; perhaps you should take a moment out of your day and consider why

    (Source: bewilderedsapling, via honeybadgerhufflepuff)

     

  10. 23 May


    namelessw0nder: cameronfedora: volpesvolpi: vickiexz: penjolina: piddlebucket: randomstabbing: hilariousslut: aliveforalittlewhile: warcrimenancydrew: historywhore: warcrimenancydrew: do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less? This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once. ^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much. In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s. It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way. I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes. “NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF. “AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF. Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over. same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper, and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street. so of course i came back with moving out of the way for them as i walked. he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do. i find this really fascinating because this actually what defines so-called masculine and feminine traits and gestures. the whole limp-wrist thing? that’s someone decreasing the amount of space they take up by not extending their arm fully. same with crossing one’s legs, how it’s considered more masculine to swing your shoulders when you walk creating a wider gait instead of your hips, how someone who holds their elbows tightly into their torso instead of letting them fall more loosely at their sides is considered feminine. taking up space is not just a frequent habit of males in our culture, its actually how society thinks masculinity is supposed to be expressed. This is my answer when people say eating disorders are personal problems and have nothing to do with sexism. Women literally socialized to take up as little space as possible all day every day. god I fucking hate this Body-checking fucking scares me. I strongly dislike trying to barrel through people, but people get in my way all the time. My fiancé has had people CROSS THE STREET to avoid him and he has no idea why. It’s something about the bearing and the expression. I don’t want to seem threatening, but I don’t know how to occupy space and that is a problem.

    namelessw0nder:

    cameronfedora:

    volpesvolpi:

    vickiexz:

    penjolina:

    piddlebucket:

    randomstabbing:

    hilariousslut:

    aliveforalittlewhile:

    warcrimenancydrew:

    historywhore:

    warcrimenancydrew:

    do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?

    This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.

    ^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.

    In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.

    It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.

    I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes.

    “NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF.

    “AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF.

    Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over.

    same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM

    when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper,

    and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street.

    so of course i came back with

    moving out of the way for them as i walked.

    he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do.

    i find this really fascinating because this actually what defines so-called masculine and feminine traits and gestures. the whole limp-wrist thing? that’s someone decreasing the amount of space they take up by not extending their arm fully. same with crossing one’s legs, how it’s considered more masculine to swing your shoulders when you walk creating a wider gait instead of your hips, how someone who holds their elbows tightly into their torso instead of letting them fall more loosely at their sides is considered feminine.

    taking up space is not just a frequent habit of males in our culture, its actually how society thinks masculinity is supposed to be expressed.

    This is my answer when people say eating disorders are personal problems and have nothing to do with sexism. Women literally socialized to take up as little space as possible all day every day.

    god I fucking hate this

    Body-checking fucking scares me. I strongly dislike trying to barrel through people, but people get in my way all the time. My fiancé has had people CROSS THE STREET to avoid him and he has no idea why. It’s something about the bearing and the expression. I don’t want to seem threatening, but I don’t know how to occupy space and that is a problem.

    (via real-life-sandra-dee)