lady-feral:

Shitty alt-right edgelords “Patriot Prayer” are at it again.

Valentine’s Tattoo in Seattle Washington is offering a discount to people of color in an effort to break the stranglehold that whiteness has on tattoo culture. Joey Gibson and his gross following have decided to mobilize to downvote Valentine’s Tattoo’s rating into oblivion. If you’re on Facebook and feel like showing them some love, do it! If you’re a person of color in the Seattle area looking for some fresh ink, hit them up for that 25% discount!

jasonptodd:

girlfriendluvr:

thewordywarlock:

superamatista:

purelyundecided:

rickolette:

Stop insulting Adam Driver because you don’t like Kylo Ren

  • He’s a real fucking person with anxiety and making fun of his appearance because he plays a villain is a shitty, shitty, shitty thing to do.

To add to this,

Jack Gleeson (actor playing joffrey baratheon) apparently left acting largely because he was being harrassed in public for his character being such a little shit.

Don’t harrass an actor for playing an evil character. Congratulate them for being a good enough actor to incite genuine hatred from their roles.

I was JUST thinking about Joffrey’s actor. This sort of thing happens all the time with soap opera actors playing villains too.

driver joined the fucking marines to “get revenge on muslims for 9/11” he can fucking choke lmao

adam driver is an ugly shitty bitch

jack gleason said he’s never been harassed by fans

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It’d be one thing if Adam Driver just played Kylie Renegrade. It’d be one thing if Adam Driver said the things he said to give us a deeper look into Kylon Renzel’s mind, but circled it back to how he’s not someone to look up to cause he’s done so many ugly things. But Adam Driver has literally tried to make people feel sympathy for Kyremus Rancid. He’s literally done back breaking reaches to try and justify his character’s actions, so OP you can have a seat. And Adam Driver can have these hands.

acutelesbian:

fat-thin-skinny:

acutelesbian:

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

this fucks me up every single time

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

Everyone can help with at least one of these things.

whyyoustabbedme:

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1. Call Out The U.N., make sure they direct their efforts toward this cause 

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2. Support the International Organization For Migration (IOM).

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3. Fight the “root causes” of slavery and trafficking 

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4. Hold social media companies accountable 

According to the IOM, smugglers have previously used Facebook Live to broadcast videos of imprisoned migrants in
Libya to send these videos to migrants’ family members as a way of
extorting money for their release. The IOM is asking social media
companies to ban the use of their services for the sharing of these
types of videos. You can also write to Facebook, and have this stopped. 

5. Donate to global anti-slavery companies 

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6.  Help raise awareness! 

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7. Shop slave free 

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Atlanta is in the top 3 across the world for sex trafficking. Sad but true

suspend:

invisiblespork:

elinimate:

A male colleague was making fun of the #metoo movement a few days ago, and many more (I’m one of 5 women in a department of 200 men) joined in. So I raised my voice and said I was glad women were speaking up about sexual harassment and assault and that I hoped that everyone who perpetuated this toxic behavior got taken down.

“Yeah but it’s a trend now, lots of them are just saying it for their 15 minutes of fame.” He then continued to say that he didn’t know anyone who had been harassed or any man who had done it.

I asked him if he had a daughter. He did. I asked him how old she was. She was was 17. I told him I’d bet my rent money that his daughter had experienced sexual harassment. 

“That’s impossible.” 

“Did you ask her?” 

“No.” 

“Well then, do it.”

The next day, he came in the office with five bouquets of flowers for all the women in our department, including me. He publicly apologized for making fun of sexual harassment and for making our lives harder by doing so. He said that he simply hadn’t known how widespread it was. Apparently, his daughter deals with it very regularly. She hadn’t told him because of the way he spoke about assault cases that were on the news. She thought he’d think less of her if she’d mention it. It was her idea that he should make a public announcement. He said he felt like a bad father. 

I said: “You were. Same goes for everyone who laughed with you. Be better, now you know better. And educate other men that still think the same way you did yesterday. And next time someone tells you about an experience they have, don’t automatically assume that because you haven’t seen it, it’s not true. That kind of willful ignorance is why we still deal with this shit.”

He also offered to pay my rent as that was part of the bet, but I told him I’d rather have him put effort in being a person his daughter and wife could be proud of. 

In conversation the other day my mom stopped and asked my dad about what percentage of women he thought had experienced sexual harassment. He said about 20-30% maybe. My mom told him that both of us had been harassed multiple times at work (same goes for both of her sisters) and that she had actually been assaulted by a groper on a public bus. I have never seen anyone’s face go slack so quickly before as he realized that literally every woman in his family had experienced this. And while I’m glad he believed us and has changed his view on that subject I still can’t shake the frustration, the anger, that it required being sat down and spoonfed these incidents that we didn’t particularly wanted to relive. This is something that women have been saying for years, but men just never listen. Not even when they’re forced to sit in mandatory harassment in the workplace training seminars.

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