babyferaligator:

doritoed:

born to be mild

*mediocre guitar solo*

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#fucking  

rexuality:

me: wow this is fucked up
vagina: idk it’s kinda hot :|
me: vagina no
vagina: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Dashcon raised 17k in an hour and I only need 2 grand to adopt my sister.

dynastylnoire:

specialagentfuckingasshole:

Please, if you have the means, help my family adopt my sister.

A donate button and information are on the side of the blog.

I can’t promise and extra hour in the ball pit, but my sister can draw your URL and we can promo you!

boooooooooooooooost

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brookeback-mountain:

bigbigbigday006:

strangelyobsessedwithstuff:

void-the-sinner:

spoiledbabe:

hazelandglasz:

durnesque-esque:

thehippiejew:

extrafeisty:

jaycubs:

A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification.
article here

i’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.

WHAT!?

gross gross gross gross gross

Good morning disgusting.

Remember ladies:

  • “No space, leave the place” (fingernail test)
  • A two way mirror must be set INTO the wall, not placed on top of it.
  • If you rap/knock against the mirror, one installed onto a wall (a normal mirror) will make a dull sound, because there’s something behind it. A two-way will have more reverberation.
  • Use the flashlight on your phone to shine on the mirror, if it’s a two-way, you’ll be able to see into the other room.
  • You can also shield your eyes and see in if you lean up against the glass.
  • The room being viewed will have to be brightly lit (10x brighter than the room looking in), so if you’re in a typical dimly lit club bathroom, you’re ok.

boosting the fuck out of this

They have this in Continental Midtown in Philly, it’s fucking creepy and not cool at all

the most obvious solution i can think of is to break that motherfucker. what are they going to do? sue you for breaking something they shouldnt have had?

That’s fucking disgusting.

Hey, fellas. You ever feel like you have to check if you’re standing in front of a two-way mirror? Women do.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

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saddestblogger:

"hey i’m really full do you want the rest of my-"

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hopepunk:

steam isnt about PLAYING games, its about building your hoard of games larger and larger, like a dragon hoarding gold

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mysticmoonhigh:

rubee:

what the fuck how is he putting his arm through the cat and it doesn’t even care

You clearly don’t own a cat

I’m pretty sure the cat actually went and lay there and the guy didn’t even care

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cybergata:

Grass in the Wind, Meditations by Shironeko

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#oh kitty  #cat  #gif  

thejesusandmarxchain:

"Consent is sexy."

No. Consent is mandatory. Do not sexualize consent

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#!!!  

gallifreyanconsultingdetective:

ace-mcshane:

frecklestherobot:

gallifreyanconsultingdetective:

One of my favourite shows:

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One of my least favourite shows:

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Do you see my problem

That you don’t actually like Doctor Who?

That you only like RTD-era Who and are being unnecessarily passive-aggressive toward the Moffat era in order to make your opinion seem relevant? 

You are not understanding. Let me break it down for you:

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You could like combine the Classic opening logos and the RTD era for the first gif, that would work as well

Maybe it wouldn’t hit so quick and hard tho

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sizvideos:

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#amazing  

The friend zone is very real. We have all had someone we were close to that we realized we were crushing on in a big way - but we hated ourselves for it. As much as we hoped and prayed things would change for the better, many of us acknowledged that our love for the other person was going to be detrimental towards the relationship. The people in this kind of friend zone cry while watching romance movies or go out and get drunk and kiss strangers. We make sure to keep a respectful distance between the person we like and ourselves - we are distinctly afraid of fucking things up because of our shitty heart being a complete dickweed and doing the thumpy thing when it shouldn’t.

The Friend Zone is entirely false and is a complete invention made by boys who on one hand get angry if they think you’re soliciting sex by playing video games but on the other hand get angry if you are not soliciting sex just by breathing. The Friend Zone consists rarely of actual friends - instead it’s often people who stare at us in class and make us uncomfortable by constantly trying to talk to us while we’re obviously engaged in something else. These are the people who invade our personal space and aren’t afraid to talk dismissively about the things which we are passionate about - our faith in particular.

These are not kind people. Once I was in a hospital’s waiting room and a woman was quietly saying a prayer for her son. After a few minutes, several other people joined in, linking their hands and bowing their heads. The boy next to me began to talk loudly to me about how disgusting and juvenile it was and how amused he happened to be by the behavior of the “sheep.”

"I’m Catholic," I replied, looking into his eyes, "I think what they’re doing is beautiful."

He looked down my shirt. “You seemed more intelligent than that,” he snorted, “I should have known. Are you even reading that book or are you just skimming?”

I blinked. I wish I had said something like, “No, I’m just breathing in the words and hoping they stick,” but instead I just gave him a dirty look and tried to tune him out. He kept talking to me for the better part of an hour.

Eventually, he got around to asking me out for coffee. I wanted to explain I was waiting for my mother to get out of chemotherapy, that my family was poised on the edge of a terrible end, that I barely knew him and basically already hated him. Instead, I smiled sheepishly and said, “I’d rather not.”

"You bitch," he replied. I watched his face flare hot. "You sluts are all like this. You play hard-to-get faux-intelligent and you lead people on just to hurt them."

"I’m…?" I started. I was scared. He was in my face. His hands were curled into fists.

"You’re all like this," he repeated. At this point, a few of the other people in the room were staring. I was pressed against the side of my chair, trying to get as far from him as I could. He wouldn’t lower his voice. "You fucking friend zone all the nice guys and date shitty asshole men and then come crying to our shoulders when you need someone."

I am not a confrontational person. Panic bubbled in my throat. I felt tears jump into my eyes. I started stuttering again. I was really honestly positive he was going to hurt me - for no other reason than turning down coffee.

This is the difference between the friend zone and the Friend Zone: one is hating yourself for liking the other person. The other is hating the other person for not liking you.

A nighttime story about why the terrible deep Friend Zone, mostly written because about seventeen boys have asked what I mean when I complain about it. (via inkskinned)

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Anonymous asked: Why is the hymen myth so damaging? Feminists are so dramatic.

willow-wanderings:

southern-feminism:

Maybe because women used to literally cut themselves to get blood on the sheets because bloody sheets from the “broken hymen” were the only way to “prove” that the marriage had been consummated and that the woman was a “virgin” beforehand. Maybe because these women had to literally cut themselves to avoid facing barbaric consequences of not being a “virgin” at marriage.

Maybe because people born with vaginas are taught this bullshit myth with the lesson that they lose something when they have PIV sex for the first time, while people born with penises are taught no such thing.

Maybe you’re a major asshat with no sympathy.

Not to mention that it teaches women that sex WILL hurt… when it will only hurt if they’re not aroused enough before penetration happens. Which means guys are being taught that not only is not pleasing a woman sexually okay, they’re being taught that HURTING A WOMAN THEY’RE FUCKING IS A GOOD THING.

IF YOU DON’T SEE THE PROBLEM WITH THAT I CAN’T FUCKING HELP YOU.

rebelholmes:

Hey guys! This is my friend Alexandria, she’s a scholarship student at Cornell University. She’s a National Merit Scholar, is so smart and very sweet, but right now, she and her mom having a hard time finding the funds to get her back up to New York from Texas. If any of y’all could even donate a little bit to getting her back to school, it would mean so much!
http://www.gofundme.com/bfreuo?forcedesktop=1

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