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Seeing a woman’s naked body is a goddamn privilege, and people need to stop acting like it’s a right. A woman doesn’t fucking owe you anything, and you should be thanking her if she allows you to see her body.

[callese]

[givemearmstopraywith]

remember that the real justice system is the grassroots activists, rioters, protesters, fighters- the people who literally bled at the hands of the system last summer. this fight is ceaseless. first chauvin, then the system.

[paulinekael]

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[romancegifs]

ROMANCE IN FILM gif meme: favorite scenes [1/X] — Sarah, @timothyolyphant

This is not what I need tonight. You are not what I need tonight. What’d I say? THE BROKEN HEARTS CLUB: A ROMANTIC COMEDY (2000) dir. Greg Berlanti

[motorcyclemuses]

I've Moved to this blog

[pbs-r]

nothing solidifies generational bond more than remembering discontinued candies that you can’t even be sure were real

[pbs-r]

[alecblushed]

What are we listening to? It’s a little surprise.

[sparklemichele]

It’s 4/20!! 😂🤣😂

[jackiegroenens]

[norkie77]

ladies rule the world: [3/5] Athletes → Christen Press

Can you imagine how you would feel if you were playing in the WC final tomorrow??? Just thinking about it gives me the chills.

[motorcyclemuses]

“A true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The outcome is the balance of might and right.”

[babil6]

[feministquotes]

My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility. And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)

this is why i love pacific rim for giving mako the chosen one role. except, she wasn’t ‘given’ it - she fought fucking hard for it, and not to be with beautiful charlie hunnam, but for her own vengeful agenda.

(via jawdusted)

[state0fdusk]

[anonuser1317]

some things never change

[motorcyclemuses]

@nxfxlibata​

Riley was staring at the window. Those last couple of weeks had been a tough shot at her. On the moment she joins the USWNT and it’s ready to her first World Cup with a new NT, and playing with her wife, she had to be injured. Of all the moments to have an ankle injury, this was one of the bad ones. Even being back on the team, the striker still had no pace, and saw Christen arrive to dispute position. The worst part of it all was that he could not account for this pain even for Callisto, the love of his life, since the soccer player did not want to put doubts and fear in her. After the back injury her wife had, it was better if Callisto had a quiet year, without having her head worried about something that might have been fixed with time and some alternative treatments.    

With a sigh, the striker limping a little bit and went to the living room, and sat to put an ice bag back to the right ankle, hoping it would be enough to reduce the swelling. Riley moans when the bag touches her skin, more due the pain than the cold against it. She stayed quiet for minutes, trying to forget the issue, and deciding that just like the past week, she had to break her habit and sleep with socks on, to hide the immobilizer tape. When the player opened her eyes, the sheer panic grew on her, once facing her wife in front of her, while the medicines, the massage oils, the heat bag and te immobilizer tape all spread in the coffee tabe. “Hey babe,” She played coy, pretending everything was fine. “There’s a perfect and reasonable motive to all of this.”

[onxsm]

@motorcyclemuses​

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Emily said cheekily as she leaned down to place a kiss against her girlfriend’s cheek. Durning the team walk this morning, most of the girls decided to stop and get coffee a little ways down the road from the hotel. It was a beautiful day out in Chicago so walking around the city before kick off was actually enjoyable. But, seeing her girlfriend and a few other of the Australian players at the same coffee shop was pretty comical for Emily. The two teams were about to go on the field and play in couple of hours to see who would win the Tournament of Nations. Emily was actually extremely excited. Ellis told the team that they were going to go to the Australian game and watch. She also told Emily that she was starting tonight. In Emily’s mind, no matter what happened it was going to be a good day. 

There was something about competing with her girlfriend that fueled Emily even more than usual. Just being able to watch the forward play before playing in her own game, there was competition there. She wanted to be able to show off a little. Maybe even rub it in Hayley’s face when they win. She was still fighting for permanent spot on the team and she was trying to use this to prove that she deserved to be here. Maybe there were other things she could be doing as well, like not sneaking out of her hotel room to sleep in her girlfriend’s bed the night before they were to play against each other. But that was another story. When Callisto handed her the latte that she ordered, Emily took it and took a seat with the Australian team. The rest of the US players intermingled with the opposing team, all being friends for ages. “Sorry I bailed before you woke up this morning. Cal told me they were doing bed checks and I needed to get my ass back.”

[motorcyclemuses]

Hayley cracked a smile, putting her arms around her girl's neck. "It's coffee break before practice. They cut our muffins, but we still can get cafeine to boost things up." She says with a smile on her face for meeting the other player. The Matildas' camp were hard on the field and the staff liked to keep the track of their feeding, however the team always managed to find a way to break the surveillance. She was excited and excited to participate in the tournament, whenever she was with the selection, the feeling she had was calm. She played with those girls as long as she could remember, and playing a league with that team against the USWNT was more than she could wish for. Walking toward Emily, 

The forward could not help the warm, loving sensation that came from her heart every time she saw the girl. She had in mind that when they were with their national teams, all the camaraderie they had for playing on the same team and being in a relationship flew out the window. And being so close to the World Cup, it left everything with a different flavor, that the battle truth was coming. However, his eyes never ceased to shine every time they captured the face of the one who made everything make sense outside the four lines. “Well I missed you when I woke up. It’s kind weird not having your warm body on mine” She says with a wink, while pulling a chair. the player took a sip from her cup, looking straight to the other. “Have seen the schedule today? We could try to get some time off just the two of us. Last night it was really a blast and I wouldn’t mind being able to have a me time with you, without curfews”