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Cosmic Funnies
@theartofmadeline
shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
pixel skylines
ellievsbear
AnasAbdin
roma★
hello vonnie
izzy's playlists!
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
styofa doing anything
Cosimo Galluzzi
Keni
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will byers stan first human second
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@assume-a-virtue
reblog if you support those who have had an abortion.
We need to show support for them/us.
Never hit reblog so fast.
Yeet
Hell yeah! No one should have to grow a person in their uterus if they don’t want to. That’s a helluva job. Y’all are totally valid and I support you to the moon and back.
Uterus autonomy for all!
In the Netherlands, abortion is freely available on demand. Yet the Netherlands boasts the lowest abortion rate in the world, about 6 abortions per 1000 women per year, and the complication and death rates for abortion are miniscule. How do they do it? First of all, contraception is widely available and free — it’s covered by the national health insurance plan. Holland also carries out extensive public education on contraception, family planning, and sexuality. An ethic of personal responsibility for one’s sexual activity is strongly promoted. Of course, some people say that teaching kids about sex and contraception will only encourage them to have lots of sex. But Dutch teenagers tend to have less frequent sex, starting at an older age, than American teenagers, and the Dutch teenage pregnancy rate is 9 times lower than in the U.S.
I endorse evidence-based medicine, and evidence-based activism.
The gods did not breathe the breath of life into us and give us gifts of a shape, a will, and a voice just so we could pay bills and die.
Well, this came at just the right time.
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Because I’ve now read too many fics where the symbiote watches TV while Eddie sleeps. (They are awesome and I will continue to read them)
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ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE
ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE AND PLAY MUSIC
What about ads that play music, but you can’t find them anywhere on the page?
Still hearing the ads music after you close the page
having adblock
Sites that forbid adblock
When ads pop up even when Adblock is enabled
When porn ads pop up unexpectedly
this post gets better everytime i see it
When you try get rid of the add really fast but accidentally click on the link that sends you to seventy different pages before you can go back.
THIS POST KEEPS GETTING BETTER
When the ad shows something you’re actually interested in.
When you have to wait to skip the ad
When the ad is about abused/animals needing homes
@extraordinaquari
I dub this post “The Legend of Advertisements”!
when you get rid of the add but it keeps coming back.
It got better.
Making it my goal to reblog this once every day lol
When you get so many ads at once that the site you’re on crashes and you have to reload the page.
When an ad plays awesome music
reblogging again because its back and better than ever.
When the add says you can skip it but it doesn’t let you skip
When the ad shows you something you’re interested in, you click it, and it opens two tabs with one being a clear phishing scam and the other for some fuck app
When the same ad has played so many times that you can recite it word for word in time
I had a dream I was able to time travel and I went like 10,20,100,1000,2000 years into the future but the instant I went to 4,000 I got stuck in a time dilation jail set up by the American government in the year 3,877 in which anyone that tried to time travel back or forth across May 23, 3877 while on Earth would end up stuck in this time dilation chamber trap to stop time travelers but like it was so crazy and mismanaged because it was legit capturing like every single time traveler ever and the place had only been open for 12 minutes and was already getting overpopulated with nonstop multiple recursive instances of this one other guy trying to break previous versions of himself out of this god damn time traveler jail
that is fucking hysterical and absolutely sounds like something the American Government would set up.
https://twitter.com/robhorning/status/928655104802213888
do u think people ever get tired of seing my url under almost every taika waititi post like theyd see a post w him n then notice my url as the source n go “oh god not this dickhead again”
My friend: what're you smiling about ;)
Me: nothing
My head: tutant meenage neetle teetles
This scene does things to me. Wonderful things.
I’m not the only one!! This movie was garbage, I freely admit, but it was also fun garbage, and sometimes we just need that.
gummy lamas
And the less talented brothers
I dig that first one, I guess you could call him... the black llama of the family.
okay, i don’t hate kids. i think they’re sort of funny. i like that you can talk to them like an adult and they’ll make sounds like they understand. i taught one kid “phosphorescence” and he looked at me and said, “they could just call it glowing if it means something that glows.” the kid undid the entire science community in one sentence.
but i hate kids.
or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.
when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties.
my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.
and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?
and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.
i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them.
but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.”
i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom.
it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.”
i want to be my own purpose. not here for the sake of passing genes on.
This sums up everything I’ve ever felt about societal expectation of motherhood.
we’re more than our womb and uterus, please remember this when you talk to those born female-bodied in your life.
Jeremy Renner for GQ Portugal
