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What is up, my dudes. I’m in a desperate situation and anyone who can spare anything to help a homie out or share with your friends would be much appreciated! Link in bio cause I’m a millennial
David Tennant on working with the later Doctor Who Companions (and Doctors) - from the Raleigh Wizard World Comic Con - March 2015
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THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
We are taught that a woman’s love is natural & a mans is validating. Do not for a second live by this lie.
The Muslim community is mourning the passing of Nabra, a 17 year old young woman from Sterling, VA. Nabra was beaten to death with a baseball bat and left in a pond after going missing while walking to a mosque with her friends. Hate crime against Muslim Americans is at its highest point with more than 67% increase since 2016. Nabra is another example of the escalating violence towards Muslims Americans. Activists gathered at Union Square to hold a vigil for Nabra and her family and to stand against violence against Muslim Americans.
i am so intrigued by the concept of virginity.
for the first 19 years of my life i was told that penetration was the end-all-be-all of sexual experience. i was taught that it was a big deal, a huge deal, and one that should not be taken lightly.
however, every time i told a guy that i was a virgin, it would immediately shut them down. they didn’t want to touch that with a ten foot pole. they wanted experience. they wanted someone who knew what they were doing. it became a topic of shame for me – a secret that i hid under a false sense of confidence.
at the time this made sense to me. however, after i had sex for the first time, i realized that i, as a person, did not feel any different. i felt like the same exact way i did an hour before, and a year before, and all the other times i wasted feeling embarrassed about my virginity.
then, after i was no longer a virgin, i noticed something different. i remember having a conversation with a few friends of mine about our ‘numbers’ – aka, how many people we have had sex with. at the time my number was only two, and they had both been serious relationships.
my guy friend, mark, high-fived me. ‘i always knew you were a good girl,’ he said. ‘that’s the kind of girl you marry.’
i remember feeling a sense of pride in that moment. i had officially found that sweet spot – i had the experience but i didn’t have the numbers. i could talk freely about sex but i had only had sex with men that i loved. i didn’t have the dirty stories, the bad sex, the embarrassing moments. that’s what guys wanted. they wanted a non-virgin virgin. a non-virgin that presents as a virgin.
now, i am older and not as easily influenced. my ‘number’ has gone up significantly. i also don’t give a shit about the concept of a number anymore, but have no problem telling people what it is (it’s 9). i reflect back on my relationship with virginity and sex and realize how ridiculous it all is. how society bases your worth and your relationships on whether or not you have ever experienced sexual intercourse. and once you have, how many people is deemed too much or too little.
if i could give any advice it would be this – virginity is a social construct. it really, truly is. having sex does not change you as a person. not having sex doesn’t change you as a person. you will not be changed, or dirty, or pure regardless of what you do. do not listen to anyone else, the magazines you read or all the mark’s of the world that might high-five you for ‘good behavior’.
just do whatever makes you happy. whatever makes you feel good. the rest will follow.
being called annoying is literally the worst thing ever because then you’re scared to ever say or do anything again and you end up isolating yourself because you think everyone hates you and you feel insecure about everything. long story short pls dont call people annoying
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Eli Bosnick had the best response to this ridiculousness.
“If I gave you a bowl of skittles and three of them were poison would you still eat them?”
“Are the other skittles human lives?”
“What?”
“Like. Is there a good chance. A really good chance. I would be saving someone from a war zone and probably their life if I ate a skittle?”
“Well sure. But the point-”
“I would eat the skittles.”
“Ok-well the point is-”
“I would GORGE myself on skittles. I would eat every single fucking skittle I could find. I would STUFF myself with skittles. And when I found the poison skittle and died I would make sure to leave behind a legacy of children and of friends who also ate skittle after skittle until there were no skittles to be eaten. And each person who found the poison skittle we would weep for. We would weep for their loss, for their sacrifice, and for the fact that they did not let themselves succumb to fear but made the world a better place by eating skittles.
Because your REAL question…the one you hid behind a shitty little inaccurate, insensitive, dehumanizing racist little candy metaphor is, IS MY LIFE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF MEN, WOMEN, AND TERRIFIED CHILDREN…
… and what kind of monster would think the answer to that question… is yes?”
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you can’t deny the existence of rape culture when our judicial system is ran by these gross ass men who justify it
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If I ever become a history teacher, I’m going to write “gullible” on the ceiling. Then in the middle of class, I’ll announce, “There’s ‘gullible’ written on the ceiling.” After the whole look vs. not look shenanigan occurs, I shall then slam my books on my desk, prop myself up, lean forward and say, “Welcome to history. Your first lesson? Check your facts for yourself.”
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Awww…
I know I talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but one of the newest episodes was so sweet. It starts with Bob realizing that there’s going to be a laser-light-rock-show and remembering how much he loved going to them as a kid:
Since it’s Bob’s birthday, Gene agrees to go with him:
But, like many children, he becomes overwhelmed by the loud noises and flashing lasers. (And listen, I usually hate it when people label characters as ‘autistic’ and act like a show gave them representation when it didn’t…but Bob’s Burgers really does have so many characters who would be labeled in real life, Gene being one of them, and this just adds to it because it’s the perfect depiction of someone being overstimulated):
He eventually breaks down sobbing, screaming that he wants to go:
Bob immediately takes him into the lobby and is able to ground him, getting him to properly breathe until he’s ready to talk:
Bob asks if he wants to go back in or go home. Gene immediately says “Go home!” but hesitates and adds that it’s Bob’s birthday, to which Bob’s instant reply is to not worry about it and that he won’t enjoy the show if Gene isn’t enjoying the show. He adds that they can go back in and he can help Gene through it but Gene begins panicking again and Bob quickly says that they can go home, not once forcing him to do something that would overwhelm him. So they go out to the car (and I just love how Bob holds onto him):
But it gets better. Bob takes out the CD and plays it at a low volume, tilts their chairs back, and uses a cigarette lighter to ‘draw’, creating his own ‘laser show’:
Gene eventually wants to see the finale of the real show, despite Bob’s insistence that Gene doesn’t have to pretend to want to see it just for Bob and that they can just go home, to which Gene assures him that he really does want to see it. They sneak back inside and Bob makes Gene a pair of makeshift headphones so that he can listen to the music without being overwhelmed:
A+ Parenting!
(But really, what else would you expect from this show?)