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I’m all for equality, but you best not block me from getting from point A to point B. You dont want to cash me ousside, especially when I’m in a vehicle, and you are standing on the road obstructing my vehicle from moving, how bou dah?
The truth about Tobuscus
:::TRIGGER WARNING::: abuse, rape, drugs, pretty much everything terrible
Before I start, I want to say that this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I understand that I am setting myself up to be attacked in more ways than has already been done to me. People may accuse me of lying and may try any tactic to protect him because they don’t know who he truly is. I will have to take the heat for being the first person to openly come out about this, though I am NOT the only one who has experienced the abuse from him. There are soooo sooo many of us. I know of some, I’m friends with some, and I’m without a doubt sure there are some I don’t even know about. It’s not my place to tell their stories. I can really only tell mine.
Throughout the five years of knowing him, I have been mentally and physically abused… by Toby Turner.
I first met Toby when I was working at E3 in June 2011. I had flown there from Georgia and he was doing a hosting gig. He added me on facebook and as I was returning home, eventually my number. We texted almost daily and Facetimed with each other. He kept telling me that I should move there and that he needed a female host for his new gaming show, so a month after E3 I had bought a new car and packed my stuff for LA. I didn’t know at the time but that would be the one of many broken promises.
-I was writing way too many details when I realized that I have WAY too many things to tell that happened in five years. So I’ll cut out the small stuff. I was being cheated on since day one. He would fluctuate between telling me we weren’t together, to saying we were. Once I started finding the evidence of other women, he would fluctuate between admitting he was cheating, then to saying he told me he didn’t want anything serious. Every time I would try to leave, he would tempt me with saying he was ready to come out about dating me now. He would say he was just worried about what the fans would say to me and all the hate I would get. But he never cared about that. When he started dating Olga, we were still dating. He told me that they weren’t real and it was just a show for subscribers and views. At the beginning I actually believed that. Then my gut feeling was going off like crazy and I realized I was just being weak. I stopped seeing him and started seeing someone else. Of course I kept getting texts that he missed me and that I was the one he wanted. Once I stopped seeing the other guy, we went right back to dating. On and off just as I now know was coinciding with Olga and his breakups. Or maybe the breakups were lies. Who really knows. I know this makes me look really dumb, but you have to understand how he makes women feel. It felt like a drug. I would try to date other people and I was so stuck and in love with him that no one ever compared. But I notice now how I was also being manipulated and forced. He thought it was a game to keep going when I would say No. He would grab me and try to tear my pants off and I would say No and pull them back up. So forcefully that they would tear. I still have my pants folded in the drawer that have ripped belt loops and holes in the crotch from him trying to tear his way in. I even headbutted him once bc I was starting to see another guy and did not want to be physical with him. But I was so scared of losing him that I would just let him win and have his way with me. He would call me his girlfriend, then if he found out I told someone I was dating him he would accuse me of trying to ruin his career and insult me.
2013 was when the drugs really started. I’m not going to get into too much detail with that, but this was when the abuse started getting very violent. By this time I was conditioned to always make sure he was happy and I had so many panic attacks and anxiety when I was with him because I never wanted to upset him. We were writing most of his parodies and songs together and then fighting when the “high” would start to fade. Everything was a bipolar mess. There was an incident where we met up for dinner (his classic line “wanna eat?”) and he was on drugs of course. I told him not to park in the 30min parking spot. He was immune to all rules in his mind (“im a god”) so he left it. Our conversation at dinner turned toxic. He said some girl was aborting his baby, I said years ago I had a miscarriage but would have had it. This caused him to get angry that I would have kept the kid. He called me stupid, a faggot, among other things. (FYI to this day he STILL calls me a faggot. He uses that term all the time and calls me names even when he is being “nice”) So I am upset and trying to stand up for myself but only making it worse. I’m sure I cried at some point. I was always crying. We leave the restaurant and low and behold, his Range Rover got towed. He is yelling and mad. We get a uber(taxi?) and go back to his place. By this time I am absolutely terrified and just trying to not make him more upset. He started punching things in the kitchen. He kicks his stove and I get out of the way as he punches the pantry door. It has a big giant crack in it. (He later covered it with a chinese new year calendar and made jokes on vlogs saying “how did this get here?”) I’m crying and he’s blaming me for stuff, and then I go and sit down on the beanbag chair he has in the living room. He starts screaming at me to get the fuck out of his house. I’m balling and crying and asking him why he is doing this to me and he is screaming at the top of his lungs that he hates me and to get the fuck out of his house and that he’ll call the cops. He grabs his phone and saying he’s calling the cops and I’m just crying and crying. He screams and asks me “did you hear what I said you stupid fucking dumb blonde?!” (he would always tell me he hated blonde hair) and so I stand up to leave. I’m hysterical and get in my car and I speed off to drive away and he jumps out in front of my car. Immediately saying imsorryimsorryimsorrycmere cmere… I’m crying and I stop the car and he pulls me into the house. I’m nothing but a hyperventilating crying mess and I’m having a panic attack and shaking, when he starts taking off my pants and saying shhhhhh. He sets me down on the end of the bed and starts having sex with me. The entire time I’m crying and mumbling for him to stop but he keeps saying shhh. After he’s finished, he pulls my pants back on and I turn to my side and keep crying. I honestly don’t remember if he cuddled me after. Maybe he did. Once again I was psychologically damaged and stuck around. I even dyed my hair brunette to please him. We spent valentines together. At this point I knew I had to find a way to get over him. I just didn’t know how. He was turned on every time I cried and he was always mean and insulting to me, so this was the pattern. Friends tried to intervene and I actually lost a few because I kept going back to him and they thought I was weak and an idiot. I was. I finally mustered the strength and told him we should be just friends.
Feb 26th, 2013. I came over to help him with something, I’m not sure what. My friend Alissa was having a party I wanted to go to and he kept telling me not to leave. I told him I had to go. He was being flirty and cute. I was conditioned to enjoy the tension and “game.” But I told him I was going. He asked if I would take a shot with him. Just one before I left. Yes, I know I should not have even said yes and taken a shot before driving. I am aware. But you have to understand, at this time drugs were running rampant in this house and I was so exposed to drug and alcohol abuse that I was just used to it. I said ok and took a shot with him. Instantly I knew something was wrong. At first I thought it was shitty vodka. I even asked what vodka it was since it was the worst taste I ever had. Then I saw his face… and I realized I knew what that bitter taste was. I asked him if he had slipped something in my drink. ::insert cute grin with gryphon voice denying it:: I asked a bunch of times and he denied. But I already knew the answer. I also knew that the people who die from mdma/molly have always been mixing it with alcohol. That both of those together are a DEADLY mix. That Toby is a drug addict and that the amount of drugs he put in my drink are far more than I will EVER be capable of handling. I start crying and telling him he’s going to kill me. Why would he try to hurt me. That he is selfish and that I am going to die because of him. This somehow gives him a moment of clarity or maybe it was just the drugs taking effect, but he admits to putting it in my drink. He tells me it was only just a little bit and it must have still been on the glass from when he used it. Then he admits fully to doing it. He starts crying as well and admitting he is a sex addict and drug addict and needs to get help. I am SO FUCKED UP at this point that I honestly don’t remember what happened. Did we have sex? Did we only talk? I’m not sure. All I know is at some point he is passed out cuddling me on his beanbag chair and I’m just staring straight ahead wide awake with anxiety. I literally feel like I am being held hostage and kidnapped. I don’t know this man. I want to escape but I am so fucked up that I cant leave. Once I feel like I can maneuver a car (the next afternoon), I drive home. I really shouldn’t have drove but I needed to escape him. I come home and my roommates are in the kitchen. They would be so mad if they knew I was still talking to Toby after the blatant rape, so I tell them that someone at a bar drugged me. They tell me to go to the hospital and I say I just want to lay down. I go in my bed and just start sobbing. I was fucked up on this drug for 3 days. I regret never going to the hospital. I regret never going to the cops for what he did. I honestly thought about his career ruined and I didn’t want to hurt him bc I loved him. How messed up is that? He had just tried to kill me. I knew I was too weak to go to the hospital, but I made sure to text him what he did so I would have evidence. So I would at least have a text proof that he drugged me. So he couldn’t turn around and deny like he always did. Like he denies ever dating me now. What’s messed up is the text he gave me before I texted the proof. “'twas fun”. Yeah. FUN. I wish I could say I stopped talking to him after that. But we all know that’s not true. He said he would change his ways and I took him back again. March 2, 2013, I go in his bathroom and see a black thong and condom in his trashcan. He’s in the other room gaming, so I walk in there and grab him by the arm and he’s shocked, but I take him to the bathroom where I have put the items on the floor and I push his face down towards it. His response??? “what?” 'WHAT?!?’ “yeah what?…so?” and I’m livid. I say ‘Who the fuck is she?’ He tells me “It doesn’t matter. You’ll never meet her.” I really wanted to destroy and break everything in his house on the way out, but I just grab my stuff and go. Done. Except not, bc I’m an idiot and I stay friends. The last time I ever have sex with him is Memorial Day of 2013. This isn’t by choice of course. This is a violent hate fuck after he thinks I am flirting with Max Landis at his (Toby’s) bbq party. Then of course I find out he was hooking up with another girl from the same party who is also a friend. The list goes on and on. Mid to late 2013- He finally has a relationship with someone else. (By this time, they are known as “mains” in my circle of friends that know the drill). So luckily I can say I never slept with him after that. But things still were messed up because he would always try to use me to masturbate. Either do it in front of me or try to grab my hand to do it for him. It’s disgusting and i’m embarrassed but it’s the truth so whatever. I became “just a friend” and I really thought things were looking up. We started doing songs together, even though I was helping him write them throughout this whole time. But NOW I was included and he was actually letting people know we were friends! Yay. Gag. I wont get into the lack of payment for anything I did, cause that’s a separate issue. But I knew I was being used. I was just so happy to be included! Yay. Gag. He always strung me along and would wave that carrot of songs or gaming to get me to come back. 2014- He tells me we will perform Depressing Song at Playlist. I’m super happy bc we wrote it together and it was our “look how magic we are together” song. Once it gets close to Playlist time… he starts getting wishywashy like he always does. I ask him if we really are going to play the song because he never gives me a straight answer and he starts telling me he only has passes for Seth and Gabe and he doesn’t know. Then tells me he will only be doing standup. This is after I already have my flight and hotel. So now he all of a sudden doesn’t have a pass for me that he said he would have. So I decide to go anyways. My amazing friend gets me into playlist and I have a really good time even though I know the drill of if Toby sees me there, he will ignore me and I have to lie to fans and play along that he’s just sooooo awesome. He asks what I’m doing and I text him that I’m hanging with these other youtubers and he gets mad (and jealous) because I shorten their channel name and accuses me of acting too cool. I say they’re my friends and that’s just what I call them. He then texts a mutual friend and says something along the lines of, “April is on her high horse and I’m about to put her down.” The day of his performance, I tell another mutual friend that I just KNOW he’s going to play our song. She assures me he wouldn’t do that. I have Toby energy and we are super connected. I FEEL IT. I know he is. And he does… I’m going to admit to the internets, that I almost committed suicide. I was in the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Worse than the cheating, the lying, the physical and mental abuse. I’m not sure why, but to deny me the very thing I created… to perform my song when it was my DREAM to be up there… That was worse than death. I was on a high balcony of my hotel, and the opportunity presented itself. Luckily I didn’t go through with it. I vowed not to talk to him. He didn’t get to use me in this new life. I spent all of 2014 getting constant texts from him. Some spamming, blaming, and attacking me, some saying he wanted to say sorry. Towards August I think, I started to respond. I have only seen him a few times since then. I saw him a few months ago in January at a friend’s birthday and though he was nice to me in person, he started flirting with my best friend and then was trying to text her to entice her to hang out with him. When I texted him to stop (bc hello we’re bffs and she’s gonna show me), the attacking verbal abuse was back again. He never changes. He’s still abusing and damaging women. There are women with stories similar to mine. He’s still playing his games of multiple girls at a time. Still asking hot chicks to game with him as a pick up line. I keep hoping maybe he has changed and I tried not to give the gory details to the women he tricks and fucks over. But I see he hasn’t. Two “mains” found out about each other just the other day.
Why did I tell such extreme detail of the worst parts of my life and about him? Because last night I was working and went to a Toys R Us and saw a Tobuscus toy in the isle. I started to cry and have a panic attack. I was supposed to be professional, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to run up to the cashier and tell her that they are selling a drug addict rapist to children. They are selling a sexual predator and don’t even know it. But I know even if I did that, his toys would be out on the floor as soon as I left. Because people don’t now. Parents don’t know how terrible and toxic he is. How he hurts and destroys the best part of you. All they know is his funny voices and his characters. The back of the package called him a hero. I’m sorry but a hero doesn’t disrespect, abuse, rape, and drug women. He is not a hero. He is not a role model. He is a sick sick man.
*Cries rape*
...on Tumblr.
Yet no police report from this supposed numerous amounts of women that were raped, and no evidence but a supposed “phone conversation” (Oh btw I can edit a phone contact to be named obama and then send a few texts back and forth, OH EM GEE GUYS LOOK I TALKED TO OBAMA)
But gets all triggered when Toys-R-Us are selling toys of this man that isn’t even formally charged of rape, abuse, or drug abuse.
K then.
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Cultural Appropriation in a nutshell:
Black person gets mad at white person and tells them they’re appropriating culture
Black person is now looked at as a vile, racist retard. Worldwide.
There’s your culture appropriation lmao.
I know I’m a troll blog, and I usually stick to it, but after taking Adderall, I'm going to say something seriously. So I'm gonna say something that I think I need to say despite the fact that it might draw me criticism.
I personally do not support Donald Trump (I don't support anyone but thats besides the point). However, whether I support him or not, does not give me a right or moral ground to attack people that do solely on their political affiliation. But I've been seeing it so much on my newsfeed where people are going around attacking *anyone* that supports Trump regardless of whether the person has actually done anything to warrant their ire. Common things involve the person being called a racist or a bigoted, when none of their other actions or speech has indicated any racial or bigoted prejudices.
I thought America was supposed to be about freedom, and the right to be able to vote for whom you want without feeling threatened for your choices. But I've actually been seeing more "Feel the bern" supporters acting just as childish if not more so than the supporters of Trump. If someone wants to vote for Trump, they should be free to without fear of persecution or harassment. If the person, in doing so, decides to say something racist, like some of his supporters do in the videos that have been posted at his rallies, then yes, they should draw ire for their racist remarks. But if the person doesn't actually do or say anything to warrant it, then we shouldn't be slinging around remarks like calling the person a racist bigot needlessly.
Things that make no sense
So when white people take roles traditionally played by other races, like black people or asians, it makes people all angry and stuff.
But then those same people want Marvel to have black people or women play traditionally white male superheroes, like Spiderman and Thor.
What?
How to be single
How to be Single looks like every lonely, fat tumblrinas wet dream come to life.
Skinny cute chick is single and doesn’t know how to navigate it and in swoops the Fat chick showing girls how to be single and get “free drinks from guys at the club” and “live it up at the bars” and get all the one night stands. Lmfao yeah right, as if in real life anyone would spend their money buying the fatty a drink or having her as their one night stand partner unless they’re just desperate.
Lol it’s such bullshit. The wet dreams of the fat lonely losers on tumblr is actually getting made into a movie, and the hilarious part is the producers are sitting in their chairs laughing because they already know they’ll do well in the box office because they’re pandering to the fat losers so desperate for this to be their reality.
The pain in his eyes as he contemplates his existence
Pic not me but daaaamn she became gorgeous. It’s amazing what the human body is capable of.
It’s honestly rather fascinating to me that if you say you believe in reincarnation and past lives, and that one can remember those lives, no one calls you crazy or insane or anything. I discussed astral limbs with my teacher in the context of a wearable sculpture and she seemed interested and that that would be an interesting thing to replicate with my art. I can and do mention to people irl my spiritual beliefs. No one says anything if they think it’s bullshit, because it’s none of their business, just like I don’t say anything if I think their beliefs are bullshit.
But if you say online that you’re otherkin, and specify that your belief system is past lives, then suddenly people are quick to hurl insults at you (most of which are rather ableist in nature, but that’s aside the point). I’m always open to politely discuss and explain my beliefs, answer any questions, and I do when people want to understand. But a huge majority of these people aren’t looking to understand or discuss politely, even if they say they do. Disagreeing with someone is not grounds to act like an asshole. If someone is polite to you, be polite back. That’s common decency. But I digress.
Some of the difference is based on the fact that this is the internet, where people can hide behind accounts, but I feel that a lot of the issue is that for whatever reason, otherkin as a label (which I really only use now to have a community) has become so widely misunderstood due to misinformation. People make fun of us without stopping to understand our beliefs, make fake otherkin blogs that people see and use as “proof” that we’re ridiculous.
Otherkin is not the belief system. It is a term that describes a variety of beliefs, and gives community to the people that hold those beliefs. It is not a “condition”, it cannot be proven or disproven. It is no more or less valid a belief than atheism, or Christianity, Islam, or Judaism, or any other religious or spiritual belief.
We’re not asking that you believe us, or that you agree with us. We’re asking that you just leave us alone if you don’t.
Did you think that maybe the reason your teacher doesn’t say anything to the contrary is because they are doing this called a job, one which they do not want to be fired from because some kid got all triggered by their teacher telling them that their astral limbs weren’t a thing?
I do retail, and if some nut came in talking about how they need dog food since they were a dog in their previous life, I’d think they were straight retarded, but I wouldn’t say anything; I’d just help them find whatever they were looking for and pray they left as soon as possible and never returned.
I bet your teacher does exactly what I do. Wait till the nutjob is out of the vicinity then laugh about it with all the coworkers.
MFW you actually think someone working their job and having to hold their silence about this autistic shit means they don’t think you’re insane or laugh about it behind your back
The reason why people do online but not in real life is because they’re free from social obligations and can openly laugh and mock you here
Chubby bunny my foot! You put the F in fat
Thanks 😘✌🏼️
So you’re not gonna engage me intellectually on this topic huh? Thought not. Join the line of fattys then who also did a lot of grandstanding about fat and beauty but then weren’t able to actually talk on the topic at all. You’d think it’d be easy to with how confident you like to make yourself seem but for all your grandstanding about how you are beautiful, it seems deep down you know that you’re not.
Well, except to chubby chasers, but that’s hardly an accomplishment. Then again, not even to chubby chasers, seeing as how chubby chasers don’t even see you as a person (let alone beautiful or otherwise) but rather as a fetish.
You’re hilarious :) maybe it’s just because I actually have a life outside of the internet and have better things to do than argue with someone, who clearly goes out of their way to make themselves angry by searching through tags of people he finds unattractive, just to try and make people feel bad about their appearance. It’s quite sad really.
So go ahead, say what you want about me. I’m done :) peace 😘✌🏼
Haha that’s cute. I looooove how that’s the retort many of you use. Except I’m not asking you to take time out of your “real life” to have a discourse. I’m merely saying to have that while you’re already on Tumblr. It’s not like you haven’t logged in for the past few days, so I don’t know who you’re trying to bullshit with that either.
You know what’s actually sad? Having an opinion you claim to believe in but being unable to defend it against someone who wants to challenge your perspective using nothing but intellect.
I already said what I think. I think you’re a fatass that knows in your heart that you’re not beautiful and don’t have the intellectual means to defend your grandstanding. Just say you’re incapable of actually admitting you don’t believe that bullshit you spout instead of making it seem like you’re oh so busy to, because that’s even more bullshit. Fuck your bullshit grandstanding.
Oh, and PS - laughing at you fat cunts who try to grandstand about your so-called beauty and circlejerk each other into thinking you’re beautiful on the cancerous “safe space” that is Tumblr doesn’t make me angry, it makes me do a mixture of laugh at you and pity you. You’re the fat fucking slob, not me, I have nothing to be angry about. But by all means, get back to your shallow, idiotic attempts at trying to validate your own beauty by posting selfies of yourself in your panties and bras hoping to get likes and reblogs by people who don’t even see you as a person but rather as a fetish and other fatasses that also want to circlejerk this fake as fuck definition of beauty to make yourself feel better.
Actually, technically speaking, beauty is a standard defined by society for attractiveness. So no, you can’t be beautiful at any size. You can be beautiful TO SOMEONE at any size, but that doesn’t mean you’re beautiful in general. Emma Watson is beautiful in general. Scarlett Johansson is beautiful in general. Precious is not beautiful in general.
Actually, technically speaking, I am beautiful.
I don’t know what you thought you’d gain by reblogging my photo and spluttering your fat phobic bullshit on it. Nice try honey, it didn’t work :)
I love myself. Maybe you should try to love yourself too.
You think so huh? Lol.
Wikipedia: “Beauty is the quality of being pleasing, especially to look at, or someone or something that gives great pleasure, especially when looking at it….There is evidence that perceptions of beauty are evolutionarily determined, that things, aspects of people and landscapes considered beautiful are typically found in situations likely to give enhanced survival of the perceiving human’s genes. (i.e. not fat)“ “Standards of beauty have changed over time, based on changing cultural values. Historically, paintings show a wide range of different standards for beauty. However, humans who are relatively young, with smooth skin, well-proportioned bodies, and regular features, have traditionally been considered the most beautiful throughout history.“
(PS all of that is cited as well in the page, before you bitch about it being Wikipedia, lol)
Hmmmm. Well, I guess you aren’t. Though I would LOVE for one of you fat people to actually try to have a debate with me over you being beautiful. Using nothing but logical arguments and sources.
As for why? For the shits and giggles. Oh, and I had lots of them, so mission achieved I suppose, so it did work.
And as for loving myself? I do, plenty, and so do a lot of other people. Cuz I’m not fat, I’m actually pretty slender and toned. I have a lot of admirers in my irl life, and, oh wait, since I’m fit I guess that also makes me the definition of beauty. Girls are chasing me instead of the other way around. Feels good mayn :3
Hahaha I don’t even know where to begin with this. As I said. I’m beautiful :) if that’s so hard for you to understand then I think we’re done here. I feel terribly sorry for you 😂 Peace ✌🏼️
Is it hard to know where to begin with this because you have absolutely nothing to comeback to that with, seeing as how you didn’t have even one comeback in that entire statement based on the fact that my response contained cited, documented intellectual work?
As I mentioned, I would LOVE for one of you to ACTUALLY engage me on this topic using logic and sources. Not even joking, I would seriously LOVE to be able to have an intellectual discourse on this topic with someone who actually goes around correlating beauty to fat. Since you believe so strongly in this and yourself, why not actually put your money where your mouth is and actually engage me on an intellectual front about this? My end goal isn’t even to prove you wrong, but it’s to try to understand where you all even draw this belief from because where I am right now just makes me think it’s purely delusional. So either I’d prove you wrong, or I’d gain a new perspective, I’d win with either one.
Of course, there’s the third and fourth route too, third being where you’re not intellectual enough to actually be able to have a logical discourse on the topic, or the fourth route where you just plain won’t because you know in your heart of hearts that fat isn’t beauty despite all your grandstanding. That’s what seems to have happened to every other single person I’ve contested so far. So what’s it going to be?
Actually, technically speaking, beauty is a standard defined by society for attractiveness. So no, you can’t be beautiful at any size. You can be beautiful TO SOMEONE at any size, but that doesn’t mean you’re beautiful in general. Emma Watson is beautiful in general. Scarlett Johansson is beautiful in general. Precious is not beautiful in general.
Actually, technically speaking, I am beautiful.
I don’t know what you thought you’d gain by reblogging my photo and spluttering your fat phobic bullshit on it. Nice try honey, it didn’t work :)
I love myself. Maybe you should try to love yourself too.
You think so huh? Lol.
Wikipedia: “Beauty is the quality of being pleasing, especially to look at, or someone or something that gives great pleasure, especially when looking at it....There is evidence that perceptions of beauty are evolutionarily determined, that things, aspects of people and landscapes considered beautiful are typically found in situations likely to give enhanced survival of the perceiving human's genes. (i.e. not fat)“ “Standards of beauty have changed over time, based on changing cultural values. Historically, paintings show a wide range of different standards for beauty. However, humans who are relatively young, with smooth skin, well-proportioned bodies, and regular features, have traditionally been considered the most beautiful throughout history.“
(PS all of that is cited as well in the page, before you bitch about it being Wikipedia, lol)
Hmmmm. Well, I guess you aren’t. Though I would LOVE for one of you fat people to actually try to have a debate with me over you being beautiful. Using nothing but logical arguments and sources.
As for why? For the shits and giggles. Oh, and I had lots of them, so mission achieved I suppose, so it did work.
And as for loving myself? I do, plenty, and so do a lot of other people. Cuz I’m not fat, I’m actually pretty slender and toned. I have a lot of admirers in my irl life, and, oh wait, since I’m fit I guess that also makes me the definition of beauty. Girls are chasing me instead of the other way around. Feels good mayn :3
Actually, technically speaking, beauty is a standard defined by society for attractiveness. So no, you can’t be beautiful at any size. You can be beautiful TO SOMEONE at any size, but that doesn’t mean you’re beautiful in general. Emma Watson is beautiful in general. Scarlett Johansson is beautiful in general. Precious is not beautiful in general.
"WHY AREN'T THERE MORE FAT WOMEN IN MOVIES/TV/MAGAZINES??"
I’ll answer this for you. Movies/TV/Magazines are meant to appeal to as many people as possible. They need to sell. Fat women are not traditionally attractive to most people, just like neither are most obviously underweight people. That being said of course they are going to put traditionally attractive people into things that need to sell.
Its the same with men. There is a reason why Thor isn’t a fat or underweight guy. Muscular men appeal to most women so that’s why they use. The “issue” isn’t gender specific.
This has always been the case and will forever be the case in terms of advertising. It doesn’t need to change because it makes no sense to. It’s just the business.
This is literally fatphobic, i mean i dont understand why people dont like fat people they bare free to be who they want to be
Because there’s nothing attractive about fat slobs to anyone except to those with chubby chasing fetish #dealwithit
Since a lot of people seems to have a problem with this, I decided to make a flowchart to make this easier for you. Believe it or not, it is actually this simple.
Repeat after me: “Headcanon is not canon”.
Nobody ever tried to claim headcanon was canon in the first place. That’s why it’s called “headcanon.”
Seriously, why does this happen every single time.
Random person on the internet: I headcanon (insert fictional character here) as transgender.
Transphobe: Stop saying it’s canon!
Random person on the internet: I never said it was canon. I said it was my headcanon.
Transphobe: Stop saying it’s canon!
Random Person on the internet: *facepalm*
Also, here’s a thought: Did the creator of a character say said character is cis? Yes? The character in question is cis. No? The character in question is not cis. It’s that simple.
Stop pretending cis is the default. There is no fucking default.
Here is my reply so I don’t have to type it over and over again to multiple people
I don’t see your point here, the person above clearly insists that it’s a headcanon and again, if there is no “evidence” that a character is cis, then them being cis is also a headcanon, I don’t see why it would only work in one direction.
Yes, but I don’t see people going around declaring a character to be cis and then calling people cisphobic if they disagree.
If I saw someone do that, I would condemn that too.
Like I said, the problem isn’t having a headcanon. Trying to force and/or shame people to agree with you is the problem.
Yeah, okay, but I don’t see anyone doing that on this post. And I also don’t see the point of saying “hey, reminder this is only your headcanon” because 1) I think people already know that, 2) it isn’t stated anywhere that the character is cis, and 3) if it makes people happy why bother.
If they start harassing other people then it’s a problem, but if someone says “This character is trans and no one can convince me otherwise” even if there is no canon “evidence, it’s not that of a big deal.
Yes… You just repeated my own point back at me.
Yeah, I think this conversation is going nowhere, let’s just stop here.
my problem w/ this flowchart is that it implies being cis is the “default” that should be automatically assumed, tho i agree with most of the comments.
Cis IS the fucking default.
Statistic measured in America, as of 2012:
“approximately 3.4 percent of American adults identify themselves as being LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender)“
Do people not understand how fucking ‘defaults’ work anymore?
Default: “something that is usual or standard.“
In other words, THE NORM is the DEFAULT
sure spew ur dictionary definitions at me but characters still aren’t automatically cis even if the creator didn’t say anything about their gender identity
Uh, yes, they fucking are. That’s what “spewing the dictionary” accomplishes. It pays to be fucking literate. Unless you’re completely reinventing the English language and also the entire fucking set of rules that apply to normality based on statistics, then yes, that’s exactly what it means.
What do you have to show for your side of the argument? Absolutely nothing. What do I have? The entire fucking language we’re using to communicate right now, alongside some statistics. I shouldn’t even need that study though, its a pretty WELL KNOWN fact that the majority of the world is straight and cis.
Until you can get in and reinvent the language we speak, yea, it does make it the “default” AS DEFINED BY WHAT DEFAULT MEANS
i log into the tumblr
i oppress the cis
You mean on the shitty website that all us “cishet” are using just to laugh at you all? Oh yeah, I’m feeling SO oppressed right now lmfao. Tell you what, you can have your “tumblr oppression,” it still won’t make daddy love you or give you any friends in real life LOOOOOOOOOOL
Okay so I don’t support down with cis, but that was uncalled for @youcansmdlol.
“I’m 18 years old, nonbinary, demisexual, and demiromantic. “ Lessons on what is and is not uncalled for from a combination of idiotary, idiotsexual, and idiotromantic. LOL k den. Haha. Oh man, and to top it off, you even have one of those shitty space rock things in your name and picture. I GOTTA show your page off to shit utmblr says, you are like THE textbook definition of the idiots everyone makes fun of irl and in literally every other part of the web like 4chan and facebook. Hey, how’s it feel knowing you’re part of THE worst fandom in the world that even the creator of the show hates you all? LOOOOOL
Who even comes up with these words? most people NEVER use them in real life.
Special snowflakes seeking attention online because they couldn’t get it in real life. Literally just losers trying to make themselves seem unique so they can get attention; on a website full of these losers, they have to try super extra hard to get attention so they start coming up with bullshit terminologies.
Demiromantic isn’t even a thing. It’s literally one of the most idiotic terms I’ve seen. Demiromantic would be defined as someone who only feel romantic attachment to someone they’re emotionally attached to. How fucking idiotic do you have to be to think you’re some kind of special unique little one-of-a-kind snowflake that needs a special term for that.
im cishetphobic. you might be too. and its okay.
i dont want equality i want justice, i want the same oppression of millenia to be put on cishet ppl, i want heterosexuals be denied from marrying, i want straight couples be denied of adopting, i want heterosexuality to be classified as an illness & i want public displays of heterosexuality punished by prison, i want cis people to be denied basic healthcare & forced sterilization, i want presenting as cis lead to imprisonment, i want cishet people to go thru everything they put us through
uwu
And yet it’s never going to happen and we’re going to continue laughing at you while you continue to run to tumblr because in real life no one likes you because you’re a god damn idiot. You don’t want justice, you want a hug from daddy that youre never going to get
uwu :^)