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When people say âitâs not classy for a lady to curseâ
BITCH THIS LADY IS THE EPITOME OF CLASS
LOOK AT HER CURSE. LOOK AT IT.
.~ Practically perfect in every FUCKING way ~.
Always reblog Julie Andrews.
Mary Poppins is cussing someone out without even speaking
Still my all-time favorite. YES ALL THE JULIE THINGS. And bitch, Mary Poppins can cut you WITH HER EYES.Â
A post that brilliantly explains why âMenâs Rights Activistsâ are misguided and why the oppression that men face in our culture is not a result of âmisandryâ but of misogyny.
"Youâre fighting for the right to contain and control misogyny, and direct it back at women, where you think it belongs."
And there it is.
Damn.
Iâve reblogged this before, and will doubtless reblog it again.
Well said.
this is so important
villancikos:
The Anatomy of a mermaid
yes, thanks.
i hate when people draws mermaidâs tail like it was some sort of goddamn suit on normal human legs like this:
it just doesnt work
yeah we wouldnt want to make our mermaids too unrealistic
this asks more questions than it answers. they donât really have vestigial legs, like those arenât even motile fins, so why do they still have fully formed hips, why hasnât the pelvic bone changed significantly? and where did the tail come from?
[proto whale]
[orca skelly]
whales as we know them evolved from land animals that went back out to sea, and itâs all spine all the way down to the tail fin. the pelvis is vestigial to the point of being tiny and unrecognizable, and the rear leg structure is //gone//. and by the time they evolved all that, their forelegs had turned into proper fins and they didnât have hourglass figures, because they built up walls of insulating fat and blubber where it was needed most - around the vital organs.
[walrus skelly]
which brings us to the walrus. as you can see the skeletal structure and the external appearance are fairly ursiform - the rear legs are basically still in there forming the tail, and the pelvis is intact, and above that it may as well still be a land animal. if mermaids did exist, as hominids who went back out to sea, and if they hadnât evolved into basically dolphins, then a walrus skeletal system, complete with vestigial thigh bones inside a kind of muscle skirt, and with significant fat and blubber deposits //on the main body// would be most likely. which is to say, mermaids with human torsos and seagoing lower bodies would waddle around on their tails, have clearly defined thigh structures, and would be a hell of a lot rounder above and about the waist than theyâre usually depicted.
which begs the question, then, if you see a mermaid and itâs a skinny little thing with a slinky waist and an eel-like tail and a perfect bosom and a coy smile, //why does it look like that//? because whatever that is? it is not a land animal that readapted to the sea. it is not your distant kin. it is a sea creature that adapted //to get your attention//.
maybe itâs all an illusion, a frilly mane, an hourglass shape, and narrow antennae that mimic the shape of human arms, waving lonely sailors into the water, only to realize too late the bioluminescent patterns of lipstick and pert breasts are to distract from what lies behind them - viselike jaws and row after row of stiletto teeth.
or maybe itâs all soft tissue, the gelatinous bell of a jellyfish folded into a pleasing shape, luring the unwary down to be caught up in a tail that is nothing more than thousands of barbed lines of stinging neurotoxin cells.
or it could be that the tail goes deep into a shadowy well, and the beautiful woman is a mask for a single enormous jaw, the internal skeleton just the endless spine and ribs of a vast and hungry sea snake.
or, perhaps most terrifyingly, the face is real but not the face of the eyes looking out of it - a human mask for an intelligence both cold and calculating, wearing an inviting smile to bring you within reach of the dagger behind itâs back. waiting to slice the skin off of you because it needs a new disguise, because it is shaped like you but does not look like you, because it must pass as you so it can go among you, so that by starlight it may go on land and into town, where your kin are sleeping, unsuspecting.
IT GOT BETTER.
And this is why everybody should now go read Ally Blueâ DOWN. Not even gonna apologize for the inevitable nightmares.
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Shakespearean insults, with cats.
7 more here.
I did not realize how very perfect cats were at delivering Shakespeareâs insults until now.
HELP.
"iâm sad and idk how to feel better"
"i donât know what to draw"
"i always mess up"
"BUT I SUCK"
I feel like the collective rediscovery of the gentle, happy wisdom of Bob Ross is an example of what the internet CAN be and isnât as often as it COULD be.Â
Women are socialized to make men feel good. Weâre socialized to âlet you down easy.â Weâre not socialized to say a clear and direct âno.â Weâre socialized to speak in hints and boost egos and let people save face. People who donât respect the social contract (rapists, predators, assholes, pickup artists) are good at taking advantage of this. âNoâ is something we have to learn. âNoâ is something we have to earn. In fact, Iâd argue that the ability to just say ânoâ to something, without further comment, apology, explanation, guilt, or thinking about it is one of the great rites of passage in growing up, and when you start saying it and saying it regularly the world often pushes back. And calls you names.
The art of âno.â « CaptainAwkward.com (via herdirtylittleheart)
Finally.
I want a lick!!
Take me for ice cream! neowhippin
We are slowly resurfacing after a very very very difficult couple of weeks. We knew it was going to be difficult and were determined to go through it together. But little did we know how hard the blow would be and how much that would shake us to the core. We were forced to reevaluate a lot of our life choices, and felt very lost for a couple of days. There were times when we wanted to comfort each other but we could barely stand up ourselves. So we just sat side by side in silence, being comforted by each otherâs company.
Things are not better but we can say they are stable and we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. This year is shaping up to be pretty dramatic in terms of changes, but we are trying to embrace and make the best of these new opportunities.
The most difficult part was being ripped apart from each other by forces out of our control. And then being too hurt to even try reconnecting. But we did eventually, timidly at first, and then very intensely. A kind of tender and melancholic passion that bound us together again.
We survived another test. Thanks Life.
This is beautiful. Trust your teammate. Get through each match together. Use each otherâs strengths to strengthen your own weaknesses. Two heads are better than one. Suffer together, and come out the other side triumphant and stronger than ever. Itâs easier to handle life with a copilot.
Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who donât know a damn thing except the fact that theyâre willing to figure it out together.
Two lost copilots. (via dextalks)
