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Brie Larson for Variety’s Power of Women Issue
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol
man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this
I don’t play that shit lol sorry
WHyyyy
Sorry everyone
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
Shiddd
this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!
It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr
I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES
LMAOOOO
Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~
One time I didn’t and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card
do I believe this? nope, not one bit
Am I gonna risk it because I don’t believe it? I ain’t dumb lol
It’s October! You know what that means... 🎃 (via kxvo)
all my life I’ve somehow only ever seen the gifs of this. I never even knew that the pumpkin man was dancing to the Ghostbusters theme. This whole thing is so much better than I ever could have expected from the gifs omg
It’s time to get SPOOKY
Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck
this worked last night lets go for round two
I really need some good luck rn
Reblogging for the future
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey” ‘Cause I run my shit, baby I run my shit
KESHA - WOMAN
This outfit thooooooo, love the frikin LACE
Take a Tylenol.
Okay listen Cher is one of my favorite people in the world and it honestly makes me mad she doesn’t get much love these days
So Cher is born in the 1940s. Her dad is an Armenian refugee who develops gambling and alcohol problems. He and her mom divorce--again, keep in mind this is 1946--when Cher is ten months old. Cher will only meet him once again in her life.
Her mom remarries and has another baby. It is worth noting that this makes Cher the metaphorical redheaded stepchild--her younger sister is white, while Cher is Middle Eastern. In her autobiography she talks about being detained at the Mexican border as a child because the US border control was convinced her parents were trying to smuggle a Mexican child back into the US, thanks to her dark skin. This is when Cher starts wishing she looked like her blonde-haired, blue-eyed sister, and she literally carries that baggage all the way through the 2000s, when her promo for the Living Proof album is almost entirely based on her having blonde hair.
At some point in this period, Cher jumps off a swingset, lands on the edge of a metal coffee can, and snaps all the tendons in her foot. The medicine of the day lets them mostly put her foot back together, but her mother is told she may never walk again.If you’ve ever seen Mamma Mia!, you know the doctors were wrong.
Cher produces her first single in 1964 under the name Bonnie Jo Mason. She was forced to change her name by producers because they felt her birth name, Cherilyn La Piere, wasn’t American enough. The single bombs.
She releases “I Got You, Babe” with Sonny Bono in 1965, as “Sonny and Cher.” It goes to #1.
And we’re off.
Cher has the first of her two kids, a then-presumed-to-be-daughter with Sonny who we now know as Chaz Bono. She releases a ton of music, including a wildly controversial song called “You Better Sit Down, Kids,” which is sung from the perspective of a father trying to explain his divorce to his kids. This was 1967, so that’s like . . . you didn’t get divorced back then. You just didn’t. And the fact that the song doesn’t give any of the then-at-least-marginally-accepted reasons for divorce--like infidelity--doesn’t make it any better. (All it says is “your mother and I, kids/don’t see eye to eye.”) But it makes #1 because Cher is just . . . like that, and manages to turn just about everything to gold.
She and Sonny host a variety show. At this point they divorce, and Cher goes solo. She doesn’t yet change her name legally, but does begin going by “just Cher.”
ONLY THEN DOES CHER DISCOVER SHE HAS DYSLEXIA.
She takes Chaz in for school testing because he’s struggling and she’s struggling to help him, and after mentioning her frustrations the proctor gives her a test for dyslexia, right on the spot.
She gets married, has a child, and becomes an international superstar in both music and television before finding out she's dyxlexic.
She goes on to lose her last name entirely, perform on Broadway in a Tony-award-winning show (Come Back To The Five And Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean), becomes an Emmy-winning director (for a 1994 documentary on abortion, “If These Walls Could Talk”), an Oscar-winning movie star (for an incredible biopic you should watch, called Silkwood), a gay icon, a triple-platinum recording artist, and did I mention we’re still in the 1990s?
. . . and then she becomes one of the first musical stars with her own website. Yes, cher.com is over 20 years old, and one of the first things she did with it was release an album she self-produced called Not.Com.Mercial, featuring all the songs her producers told her over the years she couldn’t release. I strongly recommend you look up “Our Lady of San Francisco” on YouTube. If you think you know Cher, you need to listen to Not.Com.Mercial, because you really, really don’t.
. . . . and only then does she go on to perform in Burlesque and Mamma Mia, with “You Haven’t Seen The Last Of Me” in 2011 making her the only solo artist in American history to have at least one number-one single in every single decade for six straight decades. To the best of my knowledge, she’s also the only performer ever who can say they have won an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Golden Globe, and Tony Award.
And she did it all as a physically and mentally disabled woman who grew up blindingly poor and was considered “not white” for most of her life, at a time when “not white” made her lesser.
Cher is a fucking goddess and anyone who wants to come for her had better fucking watch out.
This is the Baby Money Yoda, reblog in the next 60 seconds of seeing this to receive a blessing from our green bean prince.
And I just got paid!
y’all… I’m kind of in charge of my community garden… it’s half by accident, and mostly because everything was so uncoordinated last year…
so here’s my problem… I’ve got to be diplomatic and polite and I can’t just send someone an email saying “fix your shit”
…why can’t I just tell them to fix their shit though??
no but really, the woman in the plot next to mine mulched with like 8 inches of hay… like… literally opened up a bale of hay… which, if you have your own garden and your own space, is totally a valid choice… but in a community garden where plots are literally divided by string, it’s obnoxious as shit, because the hay is blowing all over the damn place, and hay is LONG dry grass, completely full of all kinds of SEEDS, which are going to sprout in everyone’s garden but hers, because she has a damn foot of fluffy ass hay choking them out.
anyway. how’s this for an email?
Hi [redacted but generic name],
I noticed that you’ve mulched your garden with a thick layer of hay. I’m sorry to ask you to do this, after you’ve done all the work of putting it down, but we’ve got to ask you to remove the hay. It’s blowing into the surrounding plots, and it’s full of seeds, which will result in weeds in surrounding plots. We have gardeners who mulch with straw, which is similar to hay, with two important differences—it doesn’t have seeds in it, and it doesn’t blow into surrounding plots. [other dude in charge] is going to put out some straw that you’re welcome to replace it with. I’m sorry again for the inconvenience.
Thank you for understanding,
Heather
…it could probably use some work. I haven’t sent it yet.
ugh
I’m the worst at writing emails. it takes me ages and I agonize over them. not sure if it’s a brain fog thing or an ADD thing, or both, but it’s the pits
I’m only reposting because this is long. Are there two of you in charge? You should them reply as a we.
“I hope you’re well! We’re reaching out to you because we noticed that you’ve mulched your garden with hay. Unfortunately, the hay is now blowing into the surrounding plots and it has the potential to become an issue for a few reasons. One of the main reasons is that hay is filled with seeds and can make weeds sprout in the other plots. We want to make sure that everyone’s plots stay free of weeds and anything else they don’t want near their plants so we’ve come up with a solution. We have gardeners who mulch with straw, which is similar to hay, with two important differences—it doesn’t have seeds in it, and it doesn’t blow into surrounding plots. [other dude in charge] is going to put out some straw that you’re welcome to replace it with. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause and thank you for your help in making the community garden a weed free zone!
Thank you for understanding,
HEATHER.”
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Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.
she wasn’t a queen. she was a pharaoh and wanted to be referred to as such. she even had her statues modeled after the male pharaoh’s statues to state her dominance and authority. she was actually one of the most successful pharaohs in all of ancient egyptian history and she reigned longer than any other woman in power in egypt.
damn no wonder she died and smiled for a trillion years afterwards
The fact that we know about her is marvelous.
the next Pharaoh after her Tuthmosis III tried to erase Hatshepsut out of history ,chiseled her name off her monuments ,covered the text on her obelisks with stone,knocked down and defaced her statues .
she was even left off the list of pharaohs ..talk about some patriarchy bullshit
her name was lost for a couple of millennia, her body was found in a unmarked grave in early twentieth century
sad part is in Egyptian belief is if your are forgotten in the living world you don’t exist in the afterlife,so he was trying to kill her even in death
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She wore a fake beard, you guys. She was the fucking boss.
If we remember her now does that save her from an awful afterlife?
I’m just picturing the Kemetic afterlife. All the Pharaohs are hanging out in some kind of swanky club, drinking and congratulating each other on being bros.
The doors slam open and Hatshepsut strides in, glorious, robes swirling, rocking the fake beard and the insane amounts of wealth and power. “Miss me, bitches?”
Then she punches Tuthmosis III straight in the dick.
Reblog so Hatshepsut can dick punch tuthmosis in the afterlife.
Unpopular opinion: straight people using “partner” to refer to their SO actually helps normalize the term so that lgbt folx can use it without automatically outing themselves to strangers. It also helps other straight ppl get comfortable with the fact that strangers aren’t entitled to information about other people’s gender or sexuality.
Give op their hard-earned notes
So my boyfriend uses “partner”.
He’s straight, I’m not. And when I asked him why he used it, his answer was simple “I like it better than girlfriend. It’s more significant. It’s what you are to me: a partner.”
Now, I’m queer. And until him, I had never considered using “partner” for my s/o because I was concerned it was this mild but explicit way of outing yourself to people. But realizing that it could just be another term, ordinary if not a little romantic, to describe the person you love— well suddenly it didn’t feel like such a big fucking deal anymore.
Normalizing a term like this doesn’t “steal” it from queer people. It makes it less of an outlier, less of a threat, and in my personal experience, more significant for the two of you.