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male entitlement in academic spaces is so boring. can’t tell you how many times i’ve been in a class and a girl gives a short, insightful analysis, and then a dude raises his hand and says “jumping off of that…” then says literally the same thing she said but longer and worse.

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God(s) bless you

msmarvel

whoop there it is.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

Ms Marvel, not pulling any punches here <3

I love this series so much okay it is just SO GOOD

skateybears

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rico-bear

She did the right thing

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Mother:*Casually walks through a door that does a lot of noise*

Me, internaly: she's mad at me, I did something wrong and she just found out. She'll never forgive me for that.

#Thoughts #what

chrissongzzz

Guys I just saw this on Twitter. it’s Black History Month and this is a young black Girl needs our help. Can we all donate a dollar to her 🙏🏿.

Link - http://www.gofundme.com/tfxra-help-me-graduate

Thank You ✊🏿

Why do I cry every day and get sad if nothing relevant happened and there’s no freaking logical reason for this?

#Thoughts #trigger warning #depressive episode #depression #Major depressive disorder

uppityfemale

What do you say? What do you do? Who do you help? Who do you defy?

Your choices now will fill the pages of our childrens’ history books.

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I don’t think I would be here on my laptop on the Renaissance.

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angstriddentrashhuman

I honestly did not expect our national park service to be so fucking savage.

big-meows

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THE PARK SERVICE GOIN IN FOR THE KILL

Today was a great day. I lost my fiancée, I realized how fucking retarded some people from my own religion can be and I’m way too tired to propperly celebrate my best friend’s 21st birthday... Amazing.

#sorry for cursing and ranting #personal #don't reblog

dreadpiratekhan

A Swedish woman hitting a neo-Nazi protester with her handbag. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor. [1985]

Volunteers learn how to fight fires at Pearl Harbor [c. 1941 - 1945]

Maud Wagner, the first well-known female tattoo artist in the U.S. [1907]

A 106-year old Armenian woman protecting her home with an AK-47. [1990]

Komako Kimura, a prominent Japanese suffragist at a march in New York. [October 23, 1917]

Margaret Hamilton, lead software engineer of the Apollo Project, standing next to the code she wrote by hand that was used to take humanity to the moon. [1969]

Erika, a 15-year-old Hungarian fighter who fought for freedom against the Soviet Union. [October 1956]

Sarla Thakral, 21 years old, the first Indian woman to earn a pilot license. [1936]

Voting activist Annie Lumpkins at the Little Rock city jail. [1961] (freakin’ immaculate)

dreadpiratekhan

Now with more awesomesauce!

Female pilots leaving their B-17, “Pistol Packin’ Mama” [c. 1941 - 1945]

The first basketball team from Smith college. [1902]

Filipino guerilla, Captain Nieves Fernandez, shows a US soldier how she killed Japanese soldiers during the occupation. [1944]

Afghani medical students. [1962] (man, screw fundamentalism.)

A British sergeant training members of the ‘mum’s army’ Women’s Home Defence Corps during the Battle of Britain. [1940]

and just to wrap up…

Nina Simone, one of the most talented vocalists of the 20th century.

daddyspsycho

this is my favorite post in the entire world

quigonejinn

I got pregnant three years ago. I was 22, it was a brand-new relationship, but I was adamant that I was having a baby. I’ve always taken motherhood very seriously. I was abused — the product of people who shouldn’t have had kids — then adopted. I felt so strongly that this was the most important job of my life. I wasn’t at risk of genetic defects, so during the anatomy scan it didn’t even occur to me that they were looking for abnormalities. Me, my boyfriend, and my parents all went to the appointment, and when they said I was having a girl, my mom jumped up and down hollering as if she were at a football game. My boyfriend cried. I was home alone when I got a call from the genetic specialist who told me that the tests were positive for trisomy 13. I thought that was Down syndrome and thought, Okay, I can do that. But then she started apologizing: “I’m so sorry, these babies usually miscarry. It’s a miracle she’s made it this far.” I said I didn’t understand, and she explained that my baby could pass any day, be still-born, or die soon after. I Googled “trisomy 13” and saw horrific pictures of babies without noses or mouths. I sat there and sobbed while I held my belly apologizing to her over and over and over again. I called my mom and said, “My baby’s going to die. My baby’s going to die.” The doctor cleared her schedule and saw me later that day. She said: “You need to make a decision. You’re already 23 weeks and the state of Ohio has restrictions that impact your options.” She explained I could terminate or carry the pregnancy to its extent. At the time, 24 weeks was the cutoff for abortion in Ohio or else you had to travel to another state. [In December 2016, Republican governor John Kasich signed a law that reduced this cutoff to 20 weeks.] We only had days to decide, and even then there were waiting lists and the expense was horrendous. I had never felt so alone. The counselor said my baby wasn’t in pain and there was no risk to either of our lives if we continued the pregnancy. I thought, Let’s try to make some memories while we can. I really enjoyed being pregnant. I loved having this purpose, and I thought as long as she’s not suffering, I think that her being here with us right now is the best we can do. And so … we tried. At 29 weeks, my ankles and legs got extremely swollen. I was disassociating and became lightheaded, so I left work. I started cramping and ended up in the hospital. There were so many tests, which ultimately concluded that this was an emergency situation. [Jessica was at risk of having a seizure, and potentially dying, if labor wasn’t induced.] I wasn’t thinking, I’m terminating this pregnancy in order to save my life, but that’s what my paperwork said. The doctor was very clear. He said, “You need to decide whether you want to induce now or come back in a week and get your blood pressure checked again — and I will induce you then.” I lived 45 minutes away from any hospital, on a farm without neighbors. It was a bitterly cold January. He was afraid I’d have a seizure and not get to them in time. That worried me, too. But I knew that if I was induced, there was no chance my daughter would survive. Even if I carried her to term, her survival rate was very low, less than 5 percent. Another decision I had to make was telling the doctors that I did not want them to resuscitate the baby. I was in labor for 32 hours. I declined to have her monitored during labor because I didn’t want to sit there listening to her pass away. So they’d periodically come in and quietly listen for a heartbeat. The last time, at 1 a.m., they couldn’t hear it. I made them bring my family back into the room, and about a half an hour later it was time. She was born after three pushes, and at just two and a half pounds. Her heart was still beating, but she didn’t cry or breathe or make any sort of sound. There was mention of oxygen, but I said, “Please, just let her go.” They put her on my chest, and my boyfriend came and cut the cord. She stayed alive for two and a half hours. They called it when her heart stopped. When I made the decision to “voluntarily” induce, I felt like I was picking myself over my child. I wouldn’t wish that on the most evil person on Earth. A funeral director arrived with a huge white cloth. He said, “I have to cover her face so people don’t know when I’m walking down the hall [with such a small body].” I handed her over, and that was the last time that I saw her. I didn’t want a casket on display at the funeral; that tiny box would have been way too much. I collected her ashes a week later. Many people don’t understand why this experience reinforced my pro-choice beliefs. Now more than ever, I firmly believe: No conditions. No restrictions. I can’t imagine being in that situation and being denied the dignity of making a choice. That little bit of control was so empowering. Nobody just wakes up after being pregnant for over 20 weeks and says, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” When Trump said those things about late-term abortion during the debate, I was so angry. What must the rest of the world think of us? I have friends in the U.K. and Canada saying, “What the hell? You can have 30 guns but you can’t have a dignified, comfortable abortion?” And while we’re getting abortions and making painful decisions about our bodies, Trump is fucking tweeting.

Jessica, who had an abortion after 24 weeks, rural Ohio, What Abortion Looks Like In America Right Now (via acursivelullaby)

shmreduplication

Don’t turn swastikas into windows

problems with turning swastika graffiti into windows:

you know and I know and nazis know that it used to be a swastika

the police probably don’t know or care that it used to be a swastika so they’re not gonna do anything about it

it leaves the graffiti undocumented

it leaves the graffiti unreported

it doesn’t get the graffiti cleaned up

affected groups still have to see it and know that a swastika was there

instead:

take a picture of it

report it

make sure it’s documented

make sure it gets cleaned up

I’d much rather see no swastika graffiti than see a window and think “the police won’t care about this because some ‘ally’ thought they were helping”

themalkieway

Yes, thank you!! This is extremely unhelpful. Speaking as a Jew, it is far better for allies of local minority communities to TAKE A PICTURE of the graffiti and document it, then ASSIST US IN REPORTING it to the police. Covering up the swastika with other imagery means that POLICE CANNOT PROSECUTE the incident as a hate crime and it becomes very unlikely that the vandal(s) will be caught. It may make you feel ~warm and fluffy~, but our communities know exactly what’s under that Windows logo and it does not make us less angry or afraid. Moreover, it makes clean-up /so much harder/ and only further vandalizes the structure (which, let’s be honest, is usually a Jewish house of worship, organization, or a Jewish-owned business). PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS. PLEASE.

Today I feel so betrayed

So there were two elder ladies sitting by the bus stop where I get out of to go get the metro to school. They approached me and were like “Excuse me, young lady, do you have a minute?” I thought they were going to ask what bus to take, as it’s a bit confusing specially for older people to use public transportation.

Ok so I was like “yes, I have a minute, do you need any help?” and they were like “Oh thank you, no! We wanted to know if you have time for us to explain you where can you get help when you have problems, you know. There are a lot of places you can go, but we have the only way that can save you and it’s the bible and stuff...”

But yeah as many of you know, I’m a Classics’ major so I was like “Yeah, curious enough I often translate the bible from greek and latin” and she was citing some words there about “This is my only name and it’s Jeova and all those Bible sayings,” At this point I was like “ok she’s a Jehova’s whitness so she’s doing her thing there. Let her talk for a second because I can’t just leave, it will be inpolite..” and so I said Yes, you’re right! that’s WHAT’S WRITTEN IN THE BIBLE. and she presumed because I said that I was a christian and started telling me how “there are many gods but the only true god is Jehova and shit” At this point I was very offended and I straight up told that intolerant idiot I was a pagan. DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT SHE TOLD ME? “Yeah there are many ways to get to our lord” AND I WAS LIKE “No, there isn’t a lord in my religion, there are many gods and ALL OF THEM ARE TRUE.”

And I got so pissed I got on my bus like I was getting inside like a ferrari or something idk I was so pissed.

#Religion #religious intolerance #hellenic paganism