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I need some random stuff to draw to help get out of my art block.

So I'll be taking quick sketchy commissions for 5 bucks a pop until I get over the art block and can go back to working on my larger artworks.

First come first serve, and if I feel your request is too much work for 5$, then i will have to decline or reduce the overall complexity of the commission until it fits the payment and time i expect to spend on these.


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Fu Dog Ceramic Project Reference - Line Art by arcanineryu
Fu Dog Ceramic Project Reference - Line Art
I'm finally gonna be starting work on the second of my fu dog pair, this time the female one, as a test of my skills as a sculptor and compare to how far my skills  have come.
first one of the pair, the male one, you can see here.
Ceramic Fu-dog by arcanineryu
It was once what I had considered to be my best ceramic work many years ago when I was in about 9th grade or so.

And similarly, im gonna try and make this new sculpture as impressive as I possibly can with my current skills and resources, and if it works out, hopefully in a few months I'll have pictures of it for you all to check out.
delivery man:delivery for...Sacred Mistress Of Dark Spirits And All That Is Unholy?
   me:(standing under my ebony Victorian doorway, stroking a large raven in my arms) oh cool my Pillow Pet. where do i sign

Who needs small and serviceable adjectives when the most ass-backwards way of saying a thing is right there, tantalizingly hidden within the vast ocean of language.

Humans weren’t meant for long term space travel, they need food and heat and oxygen and they die in only like a hundred years or so, which isn’t long enough to travel between stars even at light speed. The future of interstellar exploration is going to rest on the shoulders of ghosts, vampires and skeletons.

The lesson here is that if you're making art, do it for the love of the craft, not recognition, because the people in charge of recognizing stuff have no understanding of irony.

I want to be the house that my children’s friends want to come to, because despite whatever they’re facing at home, they’ll know they’ll find a second family with me and mine.

I try to be there for everyone because no one deserves to feel how I felt

My friend just said the realest short person shit on the planet when she was talking about her sister being rude af
“I try to be the bigger person, but then I realize she’s taller then me so I don’t have to be.”

today we had a lock down drill and one kid in my class said “these are so stupid if someone really wanted to kill us they would pull the fire alarm so we would all leave the building in a big crowd and then they could just shoot us all” not sure if he is very smart or very dangerous

life hack: be best friends with a slytherin. they will steal cupcakes for you from work and tell you to drop toxic people from your life with no reservations. they will be the ones ordering you to stop and breathe and call in sick, to screw your commitments if they see you’re sacrificing your mental health. they’re the ones to say “don’t you dare settle” and “you deserve better” in a ruthless, matter-of-fact tone. they’ll be the ones saying it’s okay to put yourself first, the voice you need to hear after a long day or week or month. trust me, be best friends with a slytherin.

Do you ever wonder if people wonder about you? Like maybe they saw something today that reminded them of you. Or they heard your name. Or they just really miss you or your voice or your smile. I just wonder about who wonders about me.

Never let negative experiences make you bitter. Allow them to fill you up with wisdom to avoid unnecessary suffering, and help those who may be seeking guidance.

Shyness is the fear of social disapproval or humiliation, while introversion is a preference for environments that are not overstimulating. Shyness is inherently painful; introversion is not.

there is no weight limit to body positivity stop acting like there is a too fat to be treated with kindness and respect

You’ve heard of Carry On My Wayward Son now enjoy….Please Stop My Relentless Daughter

the first time i ever saw sniper as kinda hot was when he had been dead for hours prior, dark bags under his eyes, and massive stitches going across and down his entire abdomen and i think that says a lot about me as a person

i did not plan to be turned on by spy strangling someone with his feet today but by god this is where i am in life now

You've heard of the bill of rights now get ready for…..The bob of wrongs

no offense I haven’t heard a girl talk at length about pumpkin spice anything in years and I can’t remember the last time I went six hours without hearing a grown man making fun of how obsessed girls are with pumpkin spice lattes

Take “Dentist” from Little Shop of Horrors and replace all instances of “dentist” with “medic” and you’ll get what my partners and I have been laughing about all day.

Like 90% of what the Dog Whisperer does involves modifying the behavior of the people who own the dogs, not the dogs themselves. He should be called the Human Whisperer.

I wish I lived in the city like when ur pissed and you wanna storm off for a while you can go anywhere, to a cafe or a museum or a fucking park like where the hell am I gonna storm off to here in suburbia fucking walgreens?????

Even monsters need someone at their side.

You can never label yourself as “one of the good ones” you gotta be constantly calling yourself out and checking yourself and if you can call out others. We all have internalized shit we gotta combat every second. Just gotta deal with that. Re: racism, misogyny, transmisogny, transphobia, etc. We all have something to work on!

there is honestly no reason to lie to me. I’m too understanding. I get shit. I get life. I know that shit happens. just be straight up w me

I ferociously battle my demons, so I am able to still stand beside you when you encounter yours…

   making up a sad headcanon to hurt your friend:nice
   accidentally hurting yourself in the process:wait a second this isn't what i

’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no. And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it.

If your concern is that you as a man aren’t given space in feminism instead of the fact that women aren’t given space anywhere but feminism, then you are not a feminist ally. You’re an egotistical whiny dude.

Your Trollsona's Name
FIRST NAME: The first two letters of your first, middle, and last names
SURNAME: The last two letters of the same names
If you don’t have a middle name or that combination makes no sense, use the first three letters of your first/last name, etc. Don’t worry about overlap.

I have not failed. I have just found 10,000 things that do not work.

Imagine your OTP
Lying in bed, foreheads pressed together, just gazing into each other’s eyes and taking it all in. Everything is silent.
And then Person A suddenly sneezes and scares Person B so badly that they fall out of bed.

cast actual teenagers as teenage characters campaign 2k15 And stop making fourteen year olds think they should look like actors/actresses on tv who are actually like 20+

Like please don’t try and drag me. I actually am a nice person and I will fix automatically anything that comes off rude. I don’t have an ego where I need to be right all the time. I make mistakes and I will always apologize immediately. Just message me, and I will correct my actions.

The first time someone tried to steal my bag in the subway I panicked and I broke his arm with an umbrella and since then none of my friends will let me forget about this.
If you think this was a badass moment you need to remember I’m 5 ft and my bag was a Lucky Star bag and I was crying while hitting someone much bigger than me repeatedly with a frog-shaped umbrella.

If the bible were written in the 20th century, God would be the bad guy. He was a tyrannical leader who caused mass extinction and genocide all in the name of his own worship, and banished to hell the one person who stood up against him.

when you constantly joke-flirt with a friend to the point where you’re not sure if it’s a joke or not anymore

You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.

“If you only pursue people who are significantly younger than you, then age isn’t ‘just a number’ to you.”
“Age is just a number.” I’ve heard this phrase used to defend relationships with mutual informed consent, where there happens to be an age discrepancy. Those are the rare cases.The phrase unfortunately has been perverted in meaning. It’s most often repeated by older men trying to have sex with young women or even girls. The phrase is a rationalization, and an attempt to convince the other person to ignore their justified feelings of discomfort. If you’re specifically preying on younger, more vulnerable people, then age is a lot more than a number.

there is no “tumblr hivemind” tumblr does not “contradict itself” nor is tumblr “welcoming and accepting” tumblr is not a single person it’s a fuckton of people with different opinions. those two contradictory text posts by sj bloggers you saw today were made by different people Shocking new discovery:  tumblr is in fact a community of multiple people!

Awesome artists are crappy artists that never gave up

   Me:I will NEVER set foot into a haunted house or an abandoned hospital theres no way in hell I'm goin there theres ghosts and demons and shit
   Me after pokemon go:Satan can suck my dick theres a fuckin Gengar in there

   brain:instead of going to bed now, lets stay up another 5 hours doing nothing productive.
   brain:you gotta

I reject the idea that there’s any requirement to be civil to someone whose views dehumanize you.

if we break up or stop being friends your secrets are still my secrets, i’ll stick to my word regardless

if fat bodies disgust u quite frankly that is UR problem to deal with, UR emotional baggage, UR issue. fat people dont have to give a shit about ur fucked up feelings deal with them on ur own

Honestly if you see support of others as hatred of you, even if they desperately need that support and you don’t, you need to work on that within yourself.
Helping someone else doesn’t mean others hate you. If you need something, ask for what you need. It’s not a contest. Others paying attention to literally anything else is not the same thing as you being rejected or mistreated.

It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.

   Josh:Chris your waifu is shit.
   Chris:But you're my waifu.
   Josh:The statement still stands.

Y do grown men fetishize infantile women tho?????
--“Because they’re easier to control”
We have a winner

It’s sad to think that you may never see or talk to someone again who you once considered to be one of the most important people in your life at a certain point in time. This is one of those concepts that I will never be able to understand.

reminder that if you’re not following my other blog you are missing out on the joy that is getting to know me &  my irrelevant opinions

*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.
*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.
*points to living room* This is where we kick back.
*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.
*points to couch* This is where we chit chat.
*points to computer* This is where we click clack.
*points to shelf* This is where we knick knack.
*points to sex dungeon* This is where we paddy-whack.

   15 year olds:I am so wise beyond my years... growing up is so *sniffles* tragic....I understand pain
   20 year olds:what the fuck is happening

do rude people know they’re rude?
--Nah they think they’re “real”

If you’re promoting changes to women’s behavior to “prevent” rape, you’re really saying “make sure he rapes the other girl”.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.

Me: wow, I got money in my pockets, my life’s planning out fine, my skin is looking clear, I’m not stressed over a significant other… Life’s good!
God: lmao hold up bitch

   age 6:i want to live in a SPACE MANSION
   age 9:i want to live in a REGULAR MANSION
   age 12:i want to live in a BIG HOUSE
   age 15:i want to live in a REGULAR HOUSE
   age 18:i want to live SOMEWHERE WITH A COUCH
   age 21:i want to live in a SPACE MANSION

Women are emotional in order to feel the divine energy at the highest levels and be supreme healers and lovers and mothers. Not to drive men insane. Her deep spiritual connection to feelings is to inspire a man to his spiritual heights as well. She is not a nag, she is an oracle.

Be a good person, but don’t waste time proving it.

its kind of sad when you hit up and old friend and you both really miss each other but the connection just isnt there anymore

it occasionally occurs to me that pretty much all sj issues can be summed up as “don’t hurt people” with a sidenote of “you can hurt people on accident, but they’re still hurt so apologize and learn from it”
basically at the core of it, it’s similar to “if you bump into a stranger, apologize and try not to do it again”. And people not only debate it, but some go out of their way to bump into strangers and scream “Awww are you hurt?! are you crying!! did I upset you!!” as a weird hobby

Men, as a class, agree they should control women. they don’t agree how.
To right wing men, we are private property. To left wing men, we are public property. In either case, we are not considered to be humans: We are things.

You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that

An actual exchange I just heard outside my window

child 1: I really like screaming

child 2: yeah me too




I am the ’70s child of a health nut. I wasn’t vaccinated. I was brought up on an incredibly healthy diet: no sugar till I was 1, breastfed for over a year, organic homegrown vegetables, raw milk, no MSG, no additives, no aspartame. My mother used homeopathy, aromatherapy, osteopathy; we took daily supplements of vitamin C, echinacea, cod liver oil.I had an outdoor lifestyle; I grew up next to a farm in England’s Lake District, walked everywhere, did sports and danced twice a week, drank plenty of water. I wasn’t even allowed pop; even my fresh juice was watered down to protect my teeth, and I would’ve killed for white, shop-bought bread in my lunchbox once in a while and biscuits instead of fruit, like all the other kids.We ate (organic local) meat maybe once or twice a week, and my mother and father cooked everything from scratch—I have yet to taste a Findus crispy pancake, and oven chips (“fries,” to Americans) were reserved for those nights when Mum and Dad had friends over and we got a “treat.”As healthy as my lifestyle seemed, I contracted measles, mumps, rubella, a type of viral meningitis, scarlatina, whooping cough, yearly tonsillitis, and chickenpox. In my 20s I got precancerous HPV and spent six months of my life wondering how I was going to tell my two children under the age of 7 that Mummy might have cancer before it was safely removed.So the anti-vaccine advocates’ fears of having the “natural immunity sterilized out of us” just doesn’t cut it for me. How could I, with my idyllic childhood and my amazing health food, get so freaking ill all the time?

My two vaccinated children, on the other hand, have rarely been ill, have had antibiotics maybe twice in their lives, if that. Not like their mum. I got many illnesses requiring treatment with antibiotics. I developed penicillin-resistant quinsy at age 21—you know, that old-fashioned disease that supposedly killed Queen Elizabeth I and that was almost wiped out through use of antibiotics.*
So if you think your child’s immune system is strong enough to fight off vaccine-preventable diseases, then it’s strong enough to fight off the tiny amounts of dead or weakened pathogens present in any of the vaccines.
“Virtuosic.” “A prodigy.” “Genius.” These words were written in the 1760s about Mozart—Maria Anna Mozart. When she toured Europe as a pianist, young Maria Anna wowed audiences in Munich, Vienna, Paris, London, the Hague, Germany, and Switzerland.

“My little girl plays the most difficult works which we have … with incredible precision and so excellently,” her father, Leopold, wrote in a letter in 1764. “What it all amounts to is this, that my little girl, although she is only 12 years old, is one of the most skillful players in Europe.

 Just how far Maria Anna could have gone as a musician, we’ll never know.
In 1769, when she was 18 years old and eligible to marry, her father ended her days on the road. While he and Wolfgang toured Italy, Maria stayed behind in Salzburg.

I forget that most ppl don’t know this. Music history is so fucking sexist, it’s so heartbreaking.

For pretty much every important male composer you can find a hugely talented female (sister, wife, mother, close friend etc) somewhere in the background redirecting pmuch all of her creative energies into him. Mozart continued to use Nannerl for ideas and inspiration for years afterwards, bouncing ideas off her etc, but if she composed any music of her own it would be considered silly and frivolous and not worth publishing, or a waste of time because a woman’s job is to have babies.

(another woman worth remembering in connection to Mozart is Victoire Jenamy, pianist for whom Mozart wrote the concerto now considered his first masterpiece. worth remembering mostly because historians kind of completely erased her and attributed the first performance to some unknown pianist ‘Jeunehomme’, evidently not considering that when Mozart used that as the title for the piece he was making a pun, or play on words, as he loved to do. and this misattribution was literally perpetuated until the 21st century)

then misogynists are like “all the great composers have been men!” wow, what reason could there possibly be for that

Clara Schumann was also an accomplished composer in her own right, but it was just a bit hard for her to compose while caring for her eight children, especially after her husband was committed to an asylum.

Fanny Mendelssohn, Felix’s sister, is another woman composer who was ignored by her contemporaries.
another conversation from geology class

   [during a quiz]
   student:[raises hand]
   student:is it acceptable to lick the rock to identify it?
   professor:i would be very offended if you did not lick the rock

People actually expect me to believe that if you throw a group of only one sex inside a fucking maze with no memories, no social, cultural or religious discourses forced upon them, no outside influences of any kind for years and years with only each other to grow close too, trust, survive with, protect, build with, bond with etc.

I want all of you to set a goal to start a savings account and get it (within reason to your situation) to $500 by February 1st. I started my savings account when I quit smoking. I downloaded my banks app. Everyday I went without buying a pack of cigarettes, I deposited $6.37 into my savings account. Every time I thought about stopping at starbucks and didnt, I deposited the $5 into my savings. Every time I didn’t buy a coke at the gas station, I deposited $2.50 into my savings. These all may seem like trivial purchases but by the end of my first week, I had $50+ in my savings account. Abstain from small purchases, continue to ‘spend’ the money by depositing it in your coin jar or savings account and see how quickly your mindless purchases add up.

I honestly hate how art and media have kind of romanticized the idea of like “going off your meds and being your true self again” because like I started taking antidepressants and like immediately got a new job, found a place to live, improved my relationships with people in my life and completely reconciled with my sort of estranged ex-girlfriend?? Medication can be rad and while I realize that it’s not for everybody I don’t think anything should be trying to convince anyone that being on medication inherently makes you less of who you are
(Most) Medication is for helping you to be you again. The real me isn’t tired by just walking to the train station. The real me is not my anxiety or depression. They don’t define me.

The real me is who I am when I’m not anxious and feeling worthless 24/7.
Medication is supposed to be the chemical equivalent of glasses or a wheelchair, depending on the severity of impairment. It tries to help you compensate for what has been taken, been broken, or is missing.
In particular, i always hear the myth that anti-depressants give you “artificial happiness”… no, no, no. They give your brain the ability to be happy. You won’t always be happy, and sometimes you’ll be sad. But the happiness you’re able to feel when you’re on meds is your own, real, happiness.


in stories featuring aliens, they’re always like “on my planet this never happens!” or “in my culture, this differs from your human culture.” and that’s neat and all because i like worldbuilding and all that jazz but wouldn’t it be fun if they just. couldn’t do that?

i want a story where humans encounter an alien who frustrates them because they don’t know enough to tell them anything concrete

like humans will ask “tell us about politics in your planet!” and the alien’s all “uh… hold on it’s been a while since i took gov. um….”

“what sorts of plants grow on your planet?”

“i dunno i grew up in the suburbs. they’re like… purple? idk what you want me to say”

“tell us about the culture on your planet!”

“do you have any idea how many fucking countries are back home, i don’t even know where to begin”

“your planet is obviously much more scientifically and technologically advanced than ours. is it possible for you to enlighten us on certain matters concerning space travel, or would that be a form of interference you must avoid?”

“naw it’s cool, it’s just that, um, i’m a philosophy major”

I feel like almost all of the guys who’ve had an unreciprocated thing for me developed it because I listened to them and was emotionally supportive, etc., but they themselves never thought to do the same for me. Which ended up with this weird situation where I knew them super well but they literally had zero idea about who I was as a person other than “listens really well and is emotionally supportive.”

Like, they didn’t know the first thing about what was important to me, my beliefs, my family, my work, how I spent my time when I wasn’t with them. Because not a single one of them wanted  to know. They would just… never ask, or they’d ask politely and when I started to answer they’d show extreme disinterest and change the subject back to themselves.

But they still thought they loved me, because to them that’s all love is - being emotionally supported by someone. It did not even occur to them that the support could ever go both ways, and they were always bewildered about why I never loved them “back” - even though all they gave me to love was a person so self-obsessed that he couldn’t see me at all.

Emotional labour is so, so important to be aware of in relationships. It has to have some kind of balance, or the person performing it will just burn out. And a relationship consisting only of one person demanding and demanding and never giving back is not love. Love is not a demand. It can accept, and it can ask, but love listens, love cares about how its requests affect the beloved. Love wants to give back.

A relationship consisting only of one person demanding and demanding and never giving back is not love.

Love is not a demand. It accepts, and sometimes it asks, but love also listens. Love cares about how its requests affect the beloved. Love wants to give back.
I’m one of those people who was punished for even the smallest mistakes in life. Like, seriously badly punished. Had everything in my bedroom taken away, even the bed, for a C- in English class because I apparently couldn’t speak my own language. Getting yelled at for missing a spot when cleaning something, and forbiddion to clean it again. Y’know, raised being scared to make a mistake so she became a perfectionist.

I’m also one of those people who was raised by passively aggressive parents. Did they mean what they said? Are they going to go back on it in five minutes? Just the constant thought of “whatever I did to deserve this, I’m sorry” whenever they got snippy or gave me the silent treatment.

I’m also one of those people with mild autism, and sometimes I can’t pick up on social cues. But because of the paragraph above, sometimes I read too much into social cues. What they wrote is troubling… are they made at me? Why is that person I don’t know yelling at me and calling me a bitch when I didn’t do anything? What did I do? I don’t understand what I did wrong, just tell me if I did something wrong!

So, if you see me doing something you don’t approve of, for god’s sake, just TELL ME! Tell me plainly. If it’s a huge fuck up, I can take a yelling at (though I might disappear for a few days). Cause I don’t want to drop a thread because I was made to feel like I made a mistake. Let me know I’m being childish. Let me know that I did something you don’t like. Don’t dance around it. Don’t pretend everything’s alright. If you think I’m doing something or saying something wrong JUST TELL ME!


“People are too sensitive these days”, the comedian complains, minutes after screaming death threats at a heckler
The thing about the rich of this country is that billionaires have more money than is humanly possible to spend. So like, I really do not give any amount of a shit if increasing their taxes is “faaair” because I care more about no one starving to death or going without medical care in fucking 2015 than I do about the great grandson of the guy who invented some crappy toy being able to buy his 17th yacht. We can fucking print out organs and we have people dying of the flu because they are too poor to go to the er. Like??? Tax the shit outta the rich. Take half their money. Idgaf.
And like conservatives are so quick to say its not fair to tax the fuck out of the rich, but then they say to people struggling that “life isn’t fair” like??? If anyone is getting screwed here I want it to be the guy who owns four mc mansions not the family of four living out of their car.

honestly though I’ve never understood how people are able to convince themselves that media being more socially aware or having a cast with a wider spectrum of race and identity is somehow “pandering” as if media being 90% white, straight, able-bodied, neurotypical and cis is some sort of natural order that’s not at all influenced by pandering to a specific audience and must be preserved at all costs to assure the safety of creativity itself. I mean, are they seriously not able to identify that enforcing a rigid status quo is the literal opposite of encouraging creativity or what
If a guy is talking down to you/being condescending and playing it off as a nonchalant flirting tactic, but it’s making you feel bad/the need to defend yourself…

fucking run. away. FAST.

He’s trying to make you work for his attention. He’s trying to get you dependent on his approval and validation. He’s trying to hold power over you and paint himself as your own personal savior.
He is not TEASING you.
He is being a fucking manipulative piece of shit.
Please. I fell for this shit too many times.


The very act of saying “religious” or “religion” when you mean “Christian” or “Christianity” is Christian centric and upholding Christian normativity.

there’s a “religious centre” on campus and its literally just a christian church

Let’s be honest with ourselves -
many of the assholes who cry “freedom of religion” when trying to stop LGBT+ rights from being a thing are Christians who just want only Christians to have “religious freedom.”

I’ve seen a number of Republicans, including a few currently running for President, make the statement that “Religious Freedom means being able to worship Jesus Christ in any way you wish.”
“In West Bengal, the sex worker collective Durbar Mahila Samanwaya Committee surveyed over 21,000 women who do sex work. They collected 48,000 reports of abuse or violence by police– in contrast with 4,000 reports of violence by customers”

When sex workers in the US tell you that the policies you support hurt us and do not reflect the best paths for our well-being, you often point out that we are not representative, and that therefore, our assessment of our lives in invalid and unworthy of a public platform. Ironically, you never seem to have stats that haven’t been debunked from here to the moon and back on your side, but, for the moment, that’s irrelevant.

But this is what I want to ask you about: Durbar, as a peer-led health and advocacy group, is over twenty years old, and has over 65,000 sex working members. This study survey more than twenty one thousand sex workers. Even if I were to concede that your picture of tumblr-using sex workers as “unrepresentative” privileged happy hookers were accurate (and I don’t, it’s trash and you don’t fucking listen), Durbar generally and this study specifically is pretty much a perfect fit for your definition of representative. Right? Right.

And let’s look at what they found: More than twice the number of incidents of police violence than there are actual workers. Police are one dozen times more likely to abuse or be violent towards a sex worker than a client is. Twelve fucking times more likely.

And yet, somehow, “male demand” for sex work is the problem? It appears to be something less than eight per cent of the problem.

Please, radical feminists, who care so very much about protecting me and my colleagues from violence, explain to me how can you look at this situation, and think that the solution is any legal model that increasespolice presence, that ensures  that law enforcement feel they have a right to interfere in our lives and our work, that demandsthat we remain isolated from any sort of non-police support (by making it illegal to rent to us, or be supported by us, or provide services to us)?  How can you, with even an ounce critical thinking skills, and even a shred of decency and compassion, look at those numbers and think that more policing is what keeps the most vulnerable of us safe?

When you advocate for End Demand policies, you focus on eradicating a tiny portion of what makes sex work dangerous, unpleasant and stigmatized, without actually providing alternatives for the people you claim to care most about (those among us who don’t have other options). And as you do that – as you rail on our behalf against an enemy that isn’t actually our enemy, you deliver us right into the hands of the people who are the most dangerous to us.

Please explain to me why that’s what you want.

Stranger rape actually accounts for less than 18 percent of reported rapes.
Under 11% of reported rapes involve a weapon.

And this is despite the fact that victims are more likely to report on strangers than their friends and family.

Even stranger rapes are much more likely to involve alcohol used as a date rape drug than the incredibly rare snatched-off-the-streets scenario.
Telling women to change their entire routine and look and be constantly afraid in order to avoid stranger rape, even if it worked, is not going to prevent the vast majority of rapes, which are committed by acquaintances, friends, partners, and date partners.

Most rapists use alcohol, intimidation, or other emotional manipulation, not physical force. Instead of teaching women not to wear ponytails, we should teach about actual red flags to be aware of - like a controlling partner or a date or friend who deliberately pushes boundaries.

We should also teach about what consent is and what it looks and feels like, because we’re finding out more and more that many people don’t actually know and assume being snatched off the streets is the only kind of “real” rape, due in no small part to “rape tips” like this.
women in relationships get demonised for never telling someone what’s wrong and just saying “it’s fine”… but we ALSO get demonised as a nag or a bitch for actually expressing something that bothers us.
That’s fucking bullshit.
They told us we were bad people for talking about it when we were upset at someone. So we shut our mouths and said everything was fine and they told us that made us bad too.



And, because disability is so identified with dependence, let me talk for a moment about that.
I am a dependent person. I eat food whose final preparation I handle myself, but which has come to me across roads laid and maintained by other people from stores staffed by other people – and even those people didn’t grow or raise or harvest or slaughter any of it. I wear clothes made by other people from cloth woven by still others. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called independence.

I am a dependent person. I need human contact, most of which I receive through an Internet built and maintained by many other people. I do not know my neighbors, but even face-to-face interaction requires someone’s cooperation. I have learned from my time in isolation rooms that I can handle a while without human interaction, but that eventually it will become unbearable. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called independence.

I am a dependent person. The words I work with were taught to me by people who wrote and read them before I traced my first A. The language I work in is a living entity, shaped and grown over centuries by billions upon billions of speakers. The ideas I work on are part of a tradition nurtured by many thinkers. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called independence.

I am a dependent person. I do not – have learned that I cannot safely – live alone. I require the patterns of life to be modeled for me over and over again. I struggle to get, and to keep, jobs in workplaces designed for “plug-and-play” workers. I learn some things quickly and easily; I need to be explicitly taught many things that seem obvious to others. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called dependence.

Independent can mean self-governing. It can also mean self-reliant. It can deny others’ influence on our decisions or others’ support in carrying those decisions out.

Dependent can mean controlled by others. It can also mean requiring the support of others.

None of us, of course, is independent in either sense. We grow up in social contexts, supported and denied, enabled and disabled by those around us.

But some rely on supports which are so common as to go unnoticed, while others use support that is atypical and therefore apparent. Some supports are provided by the community as a whole and go unnoticed, while others are borne – or not – by a small number of people whose lives are profoundly affected.

So I know the ways in which I am dependent not by looking at how I depend on others, but by watching other people. I look to nondisabled people to tell me which kinds of dependence are recognized, which are devalued. I know the shame that comes with asking for “inappropriate” help.

Within the disability community, too, there are fault lines around which kinds of dependence we recognize, which kinds we devalue.

what's the weirdest thing about university?

how nothing is surprising or abnormal

like you can be sitting in your kitchen at 2am eating pasta sauce out of a jar with a spoon and the only thing you think is “this is really tasty i wonder what it would be like spread on toast”

or going into the library and seeing someone sat at a computer wrapped in a duvet and thinking “that’s a genius idea”

or seeing someone sitting in a lecture with a 2 pint bottle of milk just swigging from it and just being jealous

literally anything goes. no one is gonna question your habits bc guaranteed they will have done something equally bizarre

one time in a lecture a guy offered me some of this giant loaf of bread. Just like… rip some off if you want it? and I was like… yes… yes I will partake of your bread thank you sir. And over the next two hours we just destroyed it and it was the most delicious thing I’d ever had.

Honestly one of the most important things I can say I’ve learned as an artist is that if you feel like you’re really stagnating, that probably means you’re seeing problems in your work that you have never been able to see before, but you haven’t figured out how to fix them yet.

You’re not really stagnating

You’re understanding of drawing has moved beyond your current execution.

Once you have finished processing the problems you’re suddenly seeing, you’re likely to correct them and suddenly make a huge breakthrough in your drawing.

Don’t push yourself, either. Sometimes you have to remove yourself from a problem temporarily to solve it, just don’t give up drawing altogether.

TL;DR feeling like your drawing is stagnating/getting worse means your eye is improving, and your hands are likely to catch up soon.

It’s really frustrating to me when the guys I know can’t just take off their Man Goggles and see what the world is like for people who aren’t afforded the privileges they are.

Like, the guys I hang out with are amazing, thoughtful, gentle people who listen to my feminist rants and ask questions and engage and generally believe me and sometimes do their own research. But there are so many things where it’s just like… I feel like I’m describing smells to someone who not only can’t smell, but is from a species that doesn’t have a concept of smell.

The programming is embedded so deep and it takes so much effort and focus to untangle and start to color-correct and sharpen to make up for the weird tint and blurriness that comes from privilege goggles.

It makes me think about how many pairs of goggles I’m wearing, and how much more tweaking my perspective needs to be anywhere close to accurate.
“calling a man a “pig” is literally dehumanising how do some people not think there’s anything wrong with that how”

Because chicks, fillies, birds and bitches never get dehumanised. Those vixens always get away with this kind of shit. Especially the heifers, they’re the worst. What cows.
Moreover, men get called pigs for disgusting behavior, whereas women are called chicks, birds, and vixens simply for being women.


12 Questions to Ask Yourself About Your Magic System

   How is it learned and executed?

   How is it accessed?

   Does it have a will of its own?

   Is it restricted in space and time?

   What does available magic do?

   How does it relate to the character, plot and theme of the book?

   What is the cost of magic?

   What can it not do?

   How long does it last?

   Who can use it?

   How do others react to it?

   Why haven’t people with this power taken over the world?


I just really want to write a book (in fact, I think that I’m going to) where the protagonist is in a wheelchair. And they live in a city where there’s a group of superheroes. And there’s a big, magical, villain because of course there is.

And since they were a young child, this protagonist has wanted nothing more than to join the group of superheroes. Like they’re a huge fan of the group and they just know that it’s their destiny to join.

And one day, when wheeling through the city, they see the group of heroes fighting the villain. And they quickly wheel over and cry, “Let me help!”

But the ‘heroes’ laugh and instead make a whole bunch of ableist remarks.

And so the protagonist has to prove themselves.

And the villain is trying to warn them to stop.

But the protagonist ends up taking their footrest off of their wheelchair and they swing it. And it hits the villain in the side of the face and the villain collapses and groans in pain.

And so the protagonist proudly smiles and turns to the group of heroes.

Because they just proved that they are strong and worthy enough.

But the group of ‘heroes’ still keeps making ableist remarks.

And the protagonist is shocked.

And meanwhile, the ‘villain’ staggers to their feet and is standing next to the protagonist’ wheelchair.

And one of the ‘heroes’ goes too far when calling the protagonist the R word.

And the protagonist and the ‘villain’ just sort of glance at one another.

And the ‘villain’ is just like, “You know…I can zap them for you…if you want.”

And the protagonist hesitates and says, “Yeah, alright!”

One fried group of heroes later, the ‘villain’ says, “Why do you think that I’m always fighting them? They’re all a bunch of assholes.”

And the protagonist sadly nods and starts to wheel away.


“Hey, do you want a job?”

The protagonist turns at the villain’s remark. And the protagonist mumbles something like, “Oh, come on. I don’t need your pity.”

And the ‘villain’ is like, “Pity!? Do I look like someone who hands out pity!? I don’t pity you! I’m kind of afraid of you, to be honest! I mean…I’m going to have a giant bruise on my face because of you.”


“Water under the bridge! So, what do you say? Do you want a job?”

And the protagonist thinks about it for a minute before shrugging.

And the ‘villain’ is all excited because they’ve wanted someone to work with them for years but no mortal is allowed to ‘step into’ their lair.

And then the ‘villain’ stops and is like, “Hang on…you can’t work with me in that.”

And they gesture to the protagonist’s wheelchair.

And the protagonist is all embarrassed.

And then the villain goes, “Because we can get you a much better wheelchair! It’ll look great! And it’ll be indestructible! And it’ll have all sorts of weapons and gadgets! Hey, how do you feel about flying…?”

And all of that is literally in the first chapter and then the rest of the story follows the two going around the city like BAMFs, forcing people to stop being ableist, one way or another. And maybe it’ll have some commentary on the scale of morality and what it truly means to be a hero and what it truly means to be a villain.

Developing the ability to piss other people off (or even to RISK pissing them off) without knuckling under is pretty much the Holy Grail of emotionally abused kids, I think. We are programmed to respond at the first sign of displeasure, and we don’t have the faith in ourselves and our decisions to weather the storm– or even a mild sprinkle– so we tend to freak out as if the world was ending if a cloud crosses the sun. We freak out about the possibility that we’re wrong, that we’re doing the wrong things, that we’re making the wrong choices, that we’ll make someone angry, because there’s this awful certainty lurking at the back of our minds that says “If you do the wrong thing, you will be in TROUBLE.” And being in TROUBLE is the worst thing, ever, because that part of our brain is forever three years old where our parents are our whole world and being in TROUBLE is the end of everything.

It takes a lot of practice to gain that sort of gut-level knowledge that we’re strong enough to handle this stuff and that the world doesn’t end if someone else is angry at us. It’s not an innate quality that some people have and some don’t; people who grow up in non-abusive homes learn it when they’re young, is all, and the rest of us have to learn it when we’re grown up. And it sucks, and it’s not fair, and it’s not fun, but there’s no getting around it, and you can do it, you CAN.

You can piss people off.

You can be wrong.

You can fuck up.

You can do stuff that everyone thinks is weird.

AND IT IS ALL OKAY. The world won’t end. You will still be a good person. And the likelihood is that most of the things you do WON’T be wrong, and WON’T piss people off, and WON’T be up-fuckery, and WON’T be weird, but if it is? The hell with it; fix it, if necessary, and move on.


other people aren’t here to be your hobby or fetish

Fetishization is super dehumanising. Basically it’s when you have a creepy fascination with a category of people who are marginalised for traits you don’t have. It’s like seeing real people as really interesting animals or like abstract concepts or a porn category.

You can fetishize people for their orientation, race, ethnicity, disability, mental illness, religion, for being trans – basically any trait people are marginalised for, other people will use that marginalisation to fetishise them. Often the fetishisation is sexual, sometimes not. (Academics and health professionals, when working with populations they’re not a part of, can and do fetishize their subjects/patients.)

Fetishisation involves:

   “othering” a person for having traits you don’t - thinking of yourself as “normal” and them as something other than “normal” (exotification falls under this - “she’s hot because she’s different/exotic!”)

   reducing the complex experiences of marginalised individuals into homogenized stereotypes and tidy little stories to be enjoyed by people not marginalised for the same thing

   seeing people or groups of people as symbols, abstract ideas, aesthetic accessories, sexual objects, props for your self-aggrandising “saviour” role, etc., instead of as complex human beings with autonomy

   creepy fascination that reduces real people to a “hobby” or “interest” for a privileged person

Basically it’s an insidious form of objectification that relies on extreme othering to make it seem okay, and it’s extremely disrespectful and harmful.

if you think theres EVER an excuse for pedophilia, unfollow me. if you think it’s okay to literally count down the days until a minor is legal so you can “thirst after them” without repercussions, unfollow me. if you think it’s okay to make sexual comments to/towards minors, unfollow me. if you insist that it’s the minor’s fault that they’re being sexualized, unfollow me. if you think it’s okay for an adult to be in a relationship with a minor, unfollow me.

minors need to be able to feel safe and not be targeted for your sick fantasies because they’re ‘easy’ or ‘inexperienced’. minors shouldn’t be told that they’re ‘aged up in your head’. minors shouldn’t be taken advantage of by people they’re trusting to guide them and teach them. adults shouldn’t be emotionally and mentally manipulating minors into doing what they want. adults shouldn’t be telling minors about how they’re “jailbait” and expecting it to be a goddamn compliment.

if an adult is trying to hit on you and you’re under 18, don’t entertain it. i know it feels flattering, and i know they’ll tell you everything under the sun about how you’re “just so mature for your age” and about how “you act so much older”, but they’re just manipulating you. there’s a reason they can’t get with someone their own age. please be smart and be safe. it can be hard to notice the signs and it can be hard to tell yourself that you’re being taken advantage of when you don’t realize it, but do your best to stay away from any adult who shows signs of romantic/sexual interest in you.

no one fucking tells you this so here it is:

when signing out forms to apply for disability / filling out a form for diagnosis

you’re supposed to fill it out as you on your worst days

like, I filled out forms that said I could do most things usually

like, my doctor added in the conditions like “yeah, they can feed themselves when not stressed” “they can do this when not stressed”

but how I should have filled it out was more like

“some days I can’t feed myself” “some days I can’t leave the house”

My doctor didn’t even know this, but I talked to someone who had worked with people with both developmental and intellectual disabilities for a number of years, and she told me to write down how it is for your bad days

this should be a thing they tell you, but it isn’t

part of the reason I didn’t get my autism diagnosis as soon as I should have is because I filled out forms wrong!


Okay, listen up everyone

this is an important PSA for people born with vaginas. and it is important for people born with penises too because they should learn these things too

SEX ISN’T SUPPOSED TO HURT. (more specifically I mean vaginal penetration isn’t supposed to hurt.)


NO, your vagina isn’t too small and NO, the reason you can’t insert tampons/fingers into your vagina without experiencing pain isn’t because you are a virgin.

If you can’t insert fingers and/or tampons into your vagina without it hurting then a penis sure as hell isn’t going to be any different.

If you try to have someone penetrate you with their penis it causes you great pain THEN STOP IMMEDIATELY. CONTINUING WILL ONLY CAUSE MORE PAIN AND MAKE IT WORSE. (And people with penises, don’t force your penis in if your partner is in pain!)

What you have is called “Vaginismus”– painful spasmodic contraction of the vagina in response to physical contact or pressure (especially in sexual intercourse).

Basically meaning your muscles tense up and make penetration impossible and extremely painful. Bet you didn’t learn that in health class, huh? Because health class is fucking useless.

And NO, this is not something that only happens to people with a history of sexual abuse. 2 in every 1000 people with vaginas have Vaginismus and that does not include the ones that go undocumented. Most people never seek help because they are embarrassed/shamed and/or think that it is normal.

BUT DON’T FRET. Vaginismus is completely “curable.” People who seek treatment have a high success rate although it may take a few weeks or sometimes years. Simply hoping for the problem to fix itself or go away will NOT work. And definitely, DEFINITELY, do NOT force yourself to have intercourse hoping that will fix it. IT WILL MAKE IT WORSE.

So if you are a virgin and think you may have Vaginismus, go seek help BEFORE you have sex so that your first time isn’t a painful experience. And if you’ve attempted sex before and have been unsuccessful then go and get help so that you can finally enjoy vaginal penetration! :)

If I’ve missed any important fact and you want to add to this post, feel free to reblog and add more information about Vaginismus! I’m sick and tired of people not being aware of this condition and people living their lives in pain!

And please reblog this and spread if like wildfire so that people suffering from this condition can know that they are not alone and that they don’t have to live their whole lives in pain.

It wasn’t until years after I got better that I found out this was what I had. My Gyn never told me this was a condition, or gave me any advice when I would get upset in the office, because it hurt so much and I didn’t know why. I felt very worthless, not being able to have sex, even though my boyfriend was never mean about it. No one I ever mentioned it to had ever heard of or experienced something similar. They would go “oh well he must have liked that it was tight haha” like, no my boyfriend didn’t like that I was depressed and struggling with this issue that affected my self worth so badly, or that every sexual encounter involved me crying. We had a good, consensual sex life and then suddenly I couldn’t anymore, and I didn’t know why. To see this issue get some recognition and see other people have dealt with the same thing is meaningful to me.
This is an important event in history, especially Canadian and feminist history. So I’m going to tell you more about it.

1) The shooter had been rejected from Ecole Polytechnique prior to the shooting. He blamed this on these female students, claiming that they were feminists who ruined his life.

2) In the first classroom he entered, he demanded the men leave before shooting at the women. No man attempted to stop him as they left. Take that as you will. (Later on, several men did get injured trying to stop him in the hallways.)

3) In his suicide letter, he believed that feminists were attempting to be more powerful than men, and were trying to take men’s rights away.
4) Feminists were actually blamed by some for the massacre. The line of logic was “if feminists didn’t make women’s rights an issue, Levine wouldn’t have wanted to kill feminists!” Victim blaming at its finest.

5) The mainstream news media often did not publicize the outrage from women’s groups, and often preferred those who took a calm approach. Ironic, that.

6) Despite him literally having a hit list of feminist icons in his final letter, several newscasters questioned whether or not the shooting was a sexist act, some even denying the idea outright.

8) Many memorials for the victims have been created, and rightly so; however, some prominent ones were erected in poor neighbourhoods where many Native women were killed every day in the same time period as the shooting (see: Marker of Change, Vancouver) (see: Missing Women, Vancouver). Basically, white feminism happened.

The entire event was nothing short of a tragedy, and I recommend that everyone read up on it and the resulting aftermath. It’s… interesting to see how the media tried to turn it into a random act of psychopathy instead of what it was (we know better now, luckily). The reactions (memorials, etc) to the deaths of these 14 White, middle class women as compared to the deaths of 60+ Native, lower class women are also “interesting” to compare. (By interesting, I mean infuriating.)

It’s also an important event because after it happened Canada was like “oh shit better expedite that whole gun control thing” and then did. I feel like this situation is so completely ignored when Americans talk about gun control, like the examples the American left always trot out are like “look at how well gun control works in Europe” and opponents say “well gun culture is completely different here you can’t just take them all away all of the sudden and expect that to work”. But Canada has a lot of guns AND regulates ownership to successfully cut down on gun crime, violence, and accidents. It was a pretty clear line of “this is a problem that requires legislation” and the necessary change was made. People grumbled a lot, but the shift happened.
Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.

Doing simple tasks without screwing up sure is hard work!

   My parents:why do you always keep your door shut? What are you hiding?
   Me:I've been listening to the same song for 8 hours I was trying to be considerate

The difference between education and brainwashing is paper-thin.

You are 18 years old, you do not have to be the same weight you were when you were 12

   11 y/o me:i want a tattoo of a key on the back of my neck to represent all the dark secrets i lock up inside
   17 y/o me:i want a tattoo of a ufo on my ass to represent how its out of this world

   Someone:"Tchaikovsky, cannons are not instruments."
   Tchaikovsky probably:"Yes they are and I'm going to use 21 of them."
   Someone:"Tchaikovsky no."
   Tchaikovsky:"Tchaikovsky yes."

‘Go Back To Mexico’ Sentiment Is Most Prevalent In States That Used To Be Mexico before Americans stole it from them by war.

Don’t let someone get comfortable with disrespecting you.

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

You’ve heard of Grand Theft Auto, now get ready for
stealy wheely automobiley

I hate it when random internet people think that you’re Google and their legal guardian at the same time

Never tell a woman she looks better with/without makeup, just tell her she looks nice and shut the fuck up

He still doesn’t completely believe you. The two of you simply running into one another like this would be too much of a coincidence. It feels like you have some dark, ulterior motive here.
You assure him that you are the sort of person who blindly walks into traps, continually acts without thinking, and repeatedly sabotages her own plans without knowing any better. Ulterior motives are far beyond your level.

excuse me who the hell is adding proper capitalization and punctuation to my posts im having u taken to the police

As an introvert, the best thing is finding someone who it isn’t draining to spend time with

You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like

Date someone who will let you fall asleep in their car, drive the whole time, be okay with it, and avoid the holes so you sleep fine.
Bonus points if they curse the government for not using their taxes to fill the holes with more cement while they do it

if you’re wondering if I still like Pacific Rim the answer is always yes

concept:  me, but with a really cool x-men mutation and better eyebrows

   1st week of school:i'm looking forward to the rest of the year and i'm going to make it onto honor roll and i'm going to make so many friends and it's going to be alright
   2nd week of school:oh my fucking god

I’m the type of person who can tell you that you’re worth it, yet I don’t believe that I am.

yes but how do I know that you’re dating me for my heart and not for my international criminal empire?
-- because your international criminal empire is what you do, and not who you are
that is so sweet I might just stab someone

All I wanted was to receive the love I gave.

consider this: don’t shit on things people like unless it’s
   morally wrong
   league of legends
--Why would you list League of Legends three times?

   customer: the usual please
   me: i have literally never seen you before in my life

Imagine being in a good sleeping pattern
Imagine not being tired when you wake up
Imagine getting at least 8 hours sleep
Haha imagine

“When the weather gets cold in a few months you will complain about it then, so enjoy this heat”
I will bitch about it now, I will bitch about it then, I will bitch about everything there is ever to bitch about, because guess what, Im a bitch

Age is just a number—  50 year old man whose dating preferences only include women 18-25

“right to have sex” is probably the most terrifying phrase I have ever heard. I 100% want to eradicate the idea that men have a “right to have sex”. Sex is not something that’s owed to you just for existing.

“Learning nothing would have been better than learning that.”

I hate when people won’t let me say I “grew up ugly” in peace. “You were never ugly” YES I WAS. Leave me alone boys used to ask me out as a joke, girls used to call me cow or big bitch and make fun of my clothes. I might not have been “ugly” but I grew up being taught to think I was.

like we literally cant talk about compulsory heterosexuality without bringing up the fact that a lot of therapists violently force trans women through heterosexual hoops before deeming them ‘women enough’ for trans healthcare

when women say “i hate men” they mean it in the “stop hurting me and my sisters” kind of way, not the “i want to rape, murder and oppress you” way. you know, the way men hate women.

It’s kind of fucked up that white imperialism and colonialism have made such an impact that the word “natives” is often a synonym for “primitive people”.
“Natives” should just mean “people from a place” but we’ve literally made “living in the place you’re from” a sign that you’re not “civilized”.
The English language quite strongly ties our concept of “civilization” to the practice of invading and colonising others.

   Sociologist:So in your opinion, what differentiates Millennials from the previous generations?
   Millennials:Well, probably growing up in a post-9/11 and post-Bush Wars world, plus the Great Recession and the instability of our financial futures and the exposure of widespread police brutality and the corporate stranglehold on governments -
   Baby boomers:Social media social media social media social media social media social media social media social media SOCIAL MEDIA

public school budgets be like
   the arts- 6 crumpled up ones and a PB&J

Don’t give up on your writing, for they become ghosts, poltergeists, and demons. Forever haunting you and driving one mad, until the insanity to write is all you have left.

   someone:do you watch this t.v. show?
   me:no, but i've seen gifs

straightcharacteroftheday: todays straight character of the day is- nobody
-I’m calling bullshit Odysseus is clearly bisexual

   me creating an OC five years ago:i have to make this character as different from myself as i can, or they'll be self-insert mary sue trash. they have to be my complete polar opposite. i will have no idea how to characterize them, but they must not share any traits with me whatsoever
   me creating an OC now:and YOU get my social anxiety, and YOU get my fear of intimacy, and YOU get my inability to admit when i've made a mistake, and YOU are basically just me in a hat,

Note to all girls: You don’t HAVE to have a boyfriend before you reach your 20’s. I see a lot of girls saying they feel insecure because they’ve never had a boyfriend or are still a virgin. Don’t hate that about yourself, it just shows that you are capable of surviving tough teenage yourself, and with the added bonus of no heart breaks! Sometimes the people who are meant to be in your lives will come later than others. But that one person will come and it will be good.

it has been one of my greatest dreams to beat the living shit out of something at least once so god fucking help anybody that ever tries to assault me because i will be brimming with every violent urge that i have ever tucked away in my entire life

Who let me out of my cave and unleashed me on the world?

The quickest way to make a girl lose interest is to complain about girls not liking you. Not only is it unattractive in and of itself, but it serves as a warning that there’s something wrong with you that a wide variety of other girls noticed that she hasn’t yet.

   me irl:has not made a facial expression in 5 days

I never really aesthetically admire random men the way I do other people and it bothers me so much because I can’t figure out if it’s compulsory heterosexuality that makes me think I SHOULD admire pretty men or if it’s fear of men that makes me avoid them even in my own brain or if I’ve internalised the way our culture objectifies women and the male gaze is in my brain seeing human beings as decorations.

one of the biggest red flags re: men interested in women is when they act entitled to your time, attention, attraction, etc.
male entitlement is honestly so terrifying because what will they feel entitled to next? what will they feel justified in doing to me if I don’t play along and give them exactly what they think they deserve from me?
women always have to be watching out for the guys who think they’re somehow owed women’s time and attention, because those are the guys who don’t really see you as a person with the right to make choices they don’t like. And we all know how that ends.

If you like a girl and she’s not interested, move on. Be friends (like, for real, not just “pretend friends until I can convince her to fuck me,” because it’s both unfair and unrealistic) or don’t, but dwelling on the shit and trying to change her mind makes you look progressively worse and more desperate. And if she had a friend she was thinking about introducing you to, or thought she could help you meet other girls, that shit comes right off the table the second you don’t accept the rejection with grace.

“draw stick figures. sing off key. write bad poems. sew ugly clothes. run slowly. flirt clumisly. play video games on easy. you do not need to be good at something to enjoy the act. talent is overrated. do things you like doing. it’s ok to suck”
my least favorite thing that happens on this post is people who support it- except when it comes to the thing they’re good at
gamers say “never play on easy”
artists say “sing off key but for the love of god no stick figures”
singers say “all this but if you can’t sing keep your mouth shut”
you know what? i know your type. you’re all jerks & you’re not fun to be around.
have fun jacking off to the concept of superiority at your wet blanket convention. i’ll be over here actually enjoying myself

I need feminism because “Who hired a stripper” shouldn’t be the first thing said to me when I walk into a welding job.

Today at work I asked one of the kids what her favourite colour was and she said:

‘Pink and purple. They’re pretty. I used to liked yellow but I got fed up with it.’ She stares into the distance. Suddenly this five year old child in her flowery dress with matching ribbons in her hair has become a battle-hardened veteran. She’s seen some shit.

‘Too many things are yellow now’. If this were a movie she’d knock back the last of her whiskey and get up from the bar. I know in my heart of hearts this kid is sick of minions.

Trying to Explain my Sexuality to my Dad

   Me:Okay, so I would identify as bisexual.
   Dad:And that means you would have a male partner.
   Dad:Or a female partner.
   Dad:And that means you're bi.
   Dad:So that means if you don't find a partner you're on standbi?
   Me:Did you just


compulsory heterosexuality

Okay, I’ve gotten a lot of asks about the compulsory heterosexuality thing and it’s true that the first Google hit isn’t super easy to understand, so I‘ll try to break it down a little.

“Compulsory” is the opposite of “optional”. “Compulsory heterosexuality” is exactly what it sounds like - being straight is something our culture tries to force on us.

It affects people of every gender, but it’s mostly been studied as something that affects women. This is because compulsory heterosexuality easily ties in with the misogyny that causes women’s sexualities and even identities to be defined by our relationships with men.

Women are taught from a very early age that making men happy is our job. We’re supposed to be pretty for men, we’re supposed to change the way we talk so men will take us more seriously, we’re supposed to want a man’s love more than anything else. Our magazines are full of sex tips on how to better please men, our movies are about how we’re supposed to fall in love with men. We literally cannot exist in public without men loudly grading us on how well we’re pleasing them visually.

So… what happens if you want to be with women? What happens if you’re not attracted to men at all? When you’re trained from childhood to see romantic/sexual relationships with men - and only men - as major life goals, how do you separate that from what you want?

Compulsory heterosexuality is the voice in my head that says I must really be het even when I’m in love with a woman. Compulsory heterosexuality is what forces lesbians to struggle through learning the difference between what you’ve been taught you want (being with men) and what you do want (being with women), which is why so many lesbians have dated men at some point.

Compulsory heterosexuality is very similar to heteronormativity - the assumption that straight is the default. We’re trained from birth to believe that we will find someone of the other binary gender, fall in love, have sex, etc. In a million tiny ways we’re taught that only relationships with the other binary gender are valid. (And if you’re not one of the binary genders, this can be even more confusing.)

Compulsory heterosexuality is built into you from the moment you’re born into this time and place, and it takes a long time to dismantle it.
people are allowed to leave you.
people are allowed to break up with you.
people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you.
people are allowed to not want to talk to you.
people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you.
people are allowed to move on from you.
people are allowed to fall in love with someone else.
people are allowed to not want you in their life.
people are allowed to do whatever they want to better themselves and become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love.
don’t be bitter towards someone who is only trying to be happy.

just little mentally ill things

   being exhausted even after laying in bed and doing nothing all day
   requiring an extensive amount of time to rest in between simple tasks because it takes a lot of energy out of you
   constantly feeling like you’re running a never-ending race while everyone else is ahead of you
   being categorized as “lazy” “oversensitive” “childish” and/or “crazy”
   always worrying about your future and what’s going to happen to you
   feeling like you’ll never be “normal” and capable of functioning like other people your age
   being misunderstood by everyone you come into contact with
   unable to form close, healthy relationships with other people due to trust or abandonment issues

Donald Trump’s campaign is like the ultimate in white male privilege

if a Black man reacted to insults and detractors the way Donald Trump does, he’d be called “angry”, “irrational”, and “uncivilized”

if a woman reacted that way she’d be called “catty”, bitch”, and “emotional”

but when a white guy does it people say he’s “honest”, “direct”, and has “guts”

no other demographic can get away with publicly acting like a two year old who just woke up from a nap more than white dudes

there’s wide public acceptance and even admiration for this kind of behavior when the right kind of person does it
today I learned that if you want to slash someone’s tires, don’t slash all four; only slash three because if you slash all four their insurance will pay for it but if you only slash three they have to pay for it all out of pocket
- today on satan makes a blog post
---- Life tip: if someone slashes 3 of your tires, slash the 4th one yourself and blame it on the person who slashed the first 3. Now, your insurance will pay for it.
--------- Life tip: If you slash 3 of their tires, hide out nearby until they discover their slashed tires. Take pictures of them slashing their fourth tire. Show police when they arrive on scene. Convicted of insurance fraud and still have to pay for tires.
---------------- i feel like i’m reading a Spy vs Spy comic in text format
You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life. Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart. You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it. But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax-poetic, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s arse, or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones. So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.

   school:make time for your interests and hobbies!
   school:oh btw we're going to keep you here for about 6 1/2 hours. and after that, we're going to give you hours of homework.
   school:eat 3 meals a day!
   school:you don't have time for breakfast if you want to get here on time, though. and here's lunch, it's cardboard.
   school:school is free!
   school:oh, but you have to pay for any ap classes, textbooks, folders, supplies, and materials for projects :)
   school:you earn the grades you get!
   school:what do you mean this teacher gives you bad grades because they don't like you? that's ridiculous!
   school:respect your teachers.
   school:oh, but they don't have to respect you. even if you don't know the answer they can still call you out in front of the whole class. and don't forget, if you correct them, we'll lower your grade.
   school:everyone is an individual!
   school:here's a standardized test to figure out how smart you all are.
   school:balance your social life and academics.
   school:but you also have to do homework and study for the rest of the day.
   school:we accept all love!
   school:stop kissing and hugging eachother. that's gross.
   school:bullying is bad!
   school:but our teachers won't help you if you don't say anything.
   school:it's okay to be out sick.
   school:but the teacher won't explain it to you if you were. that's /your/ fault that you were sick.
   school:act like adults.
   school:but we're going to treat you like children.

a primer on inequality

Gender equality doesn’t currently exist because men have privilege and power over everyone else. Because the inequality is in men’s favour, the oppressive force at play is misogyny. It is not possible to oppress the dominant group, so misandry does not exist as a social, legal, or economic force.

Racial equality doesn’t currently exist because whites have privilege and power over everyone else. Because the inequality is in white people’s favour, the oppressive force at play is racism against people of colour. It is not possible to oppress the dominant group, so reverse racism, or racism against whites, does not exist as a social, legal, or economic force.

Equality between disabled and abled people doesn’t currently exist because abled people have privilege and power over disabled people. Because the inequality is in abled people’s favour, the oppressive force at play is ableism. It is not possible to oppress the dominant group, so discrimination against abled people does not exist as a social, legal, or economic force.

Equality regardless of orientation doesn’t currently exist because straight people have privilege and power over people who are not straight. Because the inequality is in straight people’s favour, the oppressive force at play is compulsory heterosexuality. It is not possible to oppress the dominant group, so heterophobia does not exist as a social, legal, or economic force.

Equality between trans and cis people doesn’t currently exist because cis people have privilege and power over trans people. Because the inequality is in cis people’s favour, the oppressive force at play is transphobia. It is not possible to oppress the dominant group, so cisphobia does not exist as a social, legal, or economic force.

Oppression is not a two-way street. Oppression is a system of structures that privilege one group at another’s expense.

-------Yeah but how to distinguish between oppression and bigotry?

Oppression is a system where one group is routinely denied the legal, social, economic, etc., rights others have, specifically because they are part of that group.

“Bigotry” is generally used to describe the words or actions of individuals who are intolerant/cruel towards groups who are oppressed.

Bigotry is a symptom of oppression; where oppression exists, people will be bigots toward the oppressed.

Honestly I totally get the appeal of a lifelong romantic relationship. But like, I’d rather get that by having a relationship that’s so consistently good we never decide to end it, than by having one that’s so good at one time that we decide, in that moment, to never end it.

Does that make sense? One’s saying “yes” to something every day, the other’s saying “yes, every day” to something.

Making it hard to leave takes away a lot of uncertainty. But what if making it hard to leave devalues the staying?

I want anyone I date to know with total certainty that if they wanted to leave tomorrow, they could do it and it wouldn’t be the end of the world, it wouldn’t unleash demons. I don’t want anyone to feel chained to me.

It’s being not-chained that makes staying mean something. I want to make it easy to leave so I know we’re in this because we’re choosing to be, actively. And more than an eternal relationship? I want one where we’re in it 100%.

If we’re both/all completely on board because we keep choosing to be… that’s the kind of relationship I’d be happy to keep doing forever, if it keeps working that long. And if it doesn’t? The goal was to make it a good one, not a permanent one.  

To be clear, I really don’t mean this to be categorically anti-marriage; it’s meant to be about changing the expectations and goals of relationships, including marriage.

I’m talking about emotional obligation more than anything else - the way we think and talk about our relationships as though our partners have a duty to stay with us unless we do something terrible; where continuing the relationship is a default instead of an active choice.

I think alternatives to that can and probably do in some cases exist within a marriage framework, but it would certainly look different to conventional marriage, and the goal of marriage would shift from commitment-as-permanency to commitment-as-respect or some other focus.

Dear Baby Boomer Generation:

You know, we try really hard not to hate you. Really hard. You’re my parents’ generation, you know? And I fucking love my parents.

But your generation really needs to learn to shut up and take a good, hard look at yourselves.

Today, I tried to get advice in a civil, polite and educated manner about a situation in which one is trying to juggle work and uni. I wanted to know how one could navigate the narrow criteria to qualify for youth payments from the government. And while some people were helpful, some were outright disgusting. All they could say is “KIDS THESE DAYS ARE SO SELFISH/LAZY/ETC MAYBE YOU SHOULD SPEND LESS TIME ON YOUR SOCIAL LIFE.”

Okay, firstly–if I ask you for advice and that is your response, which, by the way, I CAN DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITH, how about you shut the fuck up?

Secondly, are you seriously fucking saying that every single person in my generation doesn’t work hard? You’re saying that to me? I’m a DIRECTOR at the age of 24 in an organisation with over 200 employees. I have two degrees. I work, intern, study, and volunteer, and the first thing that gets put aside when I’m busy is my social life. And you know what that results in? A FUCKING LOT OF CRYING AND PANICKING AND PSYCHOLOGIST APPOINTMENTS. I have a great resume and references, but do you know how much I paid for that in terms of my own fucking sanity?? A FEW FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS IN TEARS, THANK YOU.

Thirdly, let’s talk about how the average burn-out rate in my youth organisation is 7 months. 7 months, and these are kids who volunteer, as well as study at uni or school, work and pay their own rent, utilities and bills, and are under the age of 22, in most cases.

My 21 year old director messaged me today to tell me she wasn’t coming in because had a mental break and panic attack last night, and she’s only been in the role for 3 months.

My 24 year old best friend had a nervous breakdown last month because of the stress of her workload, working full time at EY and studying 1 unit of uni.

My 25 year old ex-boyfriend and I split up because he didn’t have the time or mental capacity for a long distance relationship on top of his 60 hour graduate working week in construction management and 2 units of uni.

I had a meltdown last year at 23 because I was handling full time uni, and internship and volunteering. I can’t get a job despite testing within the top 15th percentile of graduates because you’re not creating them.

I went for a meeting at one of the biggest financial management organisations in Australia the other day and was told that the 9-5 job was a lie, that you’re expected to work more, and not be paid for overtime.

Our generation works our fucking asses off. You take advantage of us all the fucking time. We’re the first generation to be less wealthy than our parents because you guys fucked off with the economic boom of the early 2000s and left us with nothing. By 24-34, we’re only 48% likely to own our own homes compared to your 61%, because of your unsustainable housing market boom. On that note, did I mention that although average wage has rise by 27%, average housing prices have risen by 121%? Yep. My parents bought my house for ~$200,000 in 1990. In 2015, it’s valued at $750,000. Also, you are now making us pay for our university degrees when you got them for free, and not only that, but according to the Governments’ changes in tax law and war on universities in the past year, it will now take us twice as long to pay off our university debts. We’re the first generation of tertiary-educated Australians in history who will start work already in debt because of our university degrees.

Your generation is the one that has been labelled as the ones with the obsession with “instant gratification, a tendency for poor planning, and a sense of materialism”.  We’re the offspring of you, the most divorced generation in history.

You hate us, but we’re a generation who grew up with war, with terrorism, with fear and conflict and murder and the aftereffects of capitalist bloodshed on our screens every day. We’re watching society fall down around our ears. My International Security professor told us last year that there will be kids entering high school soon who have never seen a year of peace in their lives.

We’re the ones who have been saddled with the mistakes you’ve made. We’re the ones who are holding on to each other despite our differences and telling each other it’s okay to be who we are, whether we’re gay or straight or black or white. Who are trying to save the environment, who are trying to solve your wars and find homes for the asylum seekers you’ve created, who are trying to cure poverty and wage inequality and food distribution, who run your social impact teams, who volunteer, who study courses that are going to change the world, who give back to society, who travel, all the while building our character strengths and portfolios so that we fit into the dumb as fuck capitalist world you made - and all you can say is that we’re lazy?

FUCK you.

"Why am I so much more creative when I'm tired?"

   This also translates into:

       “Why am I so motivated when it’s really late?”
       “The best time to make ideas is through sleep deprivation!”
       “I want to do so much more right before bed and I don’t understand why!”

   So basically when you stay up way too late it effects your problem solving ability and your ability to make decisions. [1]

   Do you want to know a possible reason as to why that “I stayed up really late and now I feel so creative and willing to draw!” feeling happens?  Because your self-critique center is shutting down because you’ve been awake for too long.

   You are always as creative and able to do things as you were when you were awake.  That potential doesn’t just disappear.

   Difference is– when you’re wide awake you have a stronger problem-solving and decision-making center, which is obviously related to self-critique.  Being tired doesn’t necessarily make you more creative and motivated, being tired forces you to quiet that part of yourself that holds you back.

   Something to think about.


What if Pokémon Go could sync with weather reports to make more Pokémon of different types appear during certain weather.
More Water and Grass types come out in the rain.
Fire and Ground types like to lounge in the sun. Growlithe will more likely appear on the hottest day or the year
Ice types in the snow.
Friggin’ Fairy and Grass types more likey to play out when there’s high pollen levels.

And with the weather linked events you get little messages.
“Hello Trainers! We hope you’re enjoying the heat! We wish to remind you to keep yourself safe by wearing sun hats, putting sun cream on and keeping yourself well hydrated. Also we would like to ask that all Trainers stay indoors around about 12 pm to 1 pm as that’s when the sun is brightest. Stay safe!”

“Morning Trainers! With the recent snow fall we hope you’re having fun finding Ice Type Pokémon, but we ask that all Trainers keep themself safe by wrapping up warm and not staying out too long, especialy if you’ve got your gloves wet!”

“Good day Trainers! With the high pollen levels up, Fairy and Grass types will be more avalible to your area, but if you suffer from any allergies, we ask that you don’t go out today. Take your allergy medication if you plan to go out today.”

“Good evening Trainers! Reminder that on Halloween Ghost Types and Dark Types are more likely to appear! However, we wish for yout to yourself safe tonight. Stay close to friends and don’t go to areas you don’t know too well.
And no, you can’t summon Ghost types through ouija boards. Please don’t do that.”

Tbh if this thing isn’t in the game I will make a fucking blog with reminders and weather notifications cause Nintendo would be missing out on the best thing.
Therapy does not mean you are weak or need help. It more often than not makes you a responsible and practical person as sometimes talking things out can let your brain focus on more important things.

"Don't hit people" is a lesson you were supposed to learn the same year as "Don't shit in
your pants." Neither are something to brag about as an adult.

I am gonna miss you shitposting bastards I love you all but I need my rest keep on shitposting!

   I’m seriously THAT friend
   You could come over to my house, let yourself in, come up to my room, not say a word, and just crawl into bed with me
   I need more low key friends

you kids these days with your rapidly growing concern for the state of the world and your knowledge of important issues at increasingly younger ages despite having been told your opinions don’t matter by the adults who put you in these situations

Those “smart whiteboards” every classroom had to have were probably the biggest waste of money in the history of education

   “you’re up early!”
   jokes on you i didn’t sleep at all and am in between energized and dying

   me:wanna hang out tonight?
   friend:oh sorry I'm busy
   me:you do know you're 90% of my social life right

   Oh, you think garbage is your ally. But you merely adopted the trash; I was born in it, molded by it.
You don’t fear the dumpster— you welcome it. Your punishment must be more severe. You will learn the truth about the trashcan. Only then will you have my permission to dive.

I wish I was in the financial position to buy my friends the birthday presents they deserve
I wish I was in the financial position to buy my friends birthday presents
I wish I was in the financial position to buy
I wish I had some friends

Playing “hide and seek” and “tag” is an evolutionary necessity to survive for primitive human children.

i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally

writing a domestic AU for villains like “hello naughty murderers it’s children time”

It’s really awful when people take advantage your inability to fully explain your thoughts due to difficulty translating thoughts into speech/words and use it to say they’re right because they can articulate their shitty view better.

I don’t mean to be rude here. I am running for President of the United States on serious issues, okay? Do you have serious questions?
— Bernie Sanders When asked a question about Hillary Clintons hair by a reporter.

When a flower doesn’t bloom you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

   I’m really boring if I’m not comfortable with you
The realest thing you will ever need to know about me.

tumblr users: staff this feature sucks
staff: we got it! we listened to you, and now this feature is EVEN WORSE! pretty cool right

ppl used to be like “leave staff alone the website works good and theres no ads” and now the damn website is broken and theres ugly ass ads everywhere and god hates me
God hates everyone why do you think he made us in the first place? For him to hate.

   it’s so scary feeling like you manipulate everyone who loves you just by being Extremely Sad and them noticing it… like… im so sad a lot of the time and i dont want other people to be trapped by that sadness
constantly going “am i being Sad too loudly? am i being Sad too obviously? is this manipulative?” even while in the middle of a crisis

   me:*performs a basic function of an adult human in society*
   me:I am so on top of it today

       why is it that villains and not protagonists are always the ones breaking gender roles hmmmm
  - it’s called queercoding and it’s intentional and basically brainwashes kids into having negative associations with those traits
----it backfired. now i’m just hot for super villains.

You’ve heard of the Love Shack, now get ready for…….the hate hut

   Trees are just backwards lungs. Both functionally, and structurally.

Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.

   First time talking to internet friend:Hello. I think you are a wonderful individual and you have amazing talent and would love to be your friend if that is a possibility.
300th time talking to internet friend:hey lemonfucker u havent REPLied to my text lets fucking fight

white boys be like “im gonna make you come so hard” and ur like, what to my senses

it has been one of my greatest dreams to beat the living shit out of something at least once so god fucking help anybody that ever tries to assault me because i will be brimming with every violent urge that i have ever tucked away in my entire life


They say that the best revenge is living well. And that's probably true, but you know what's even better? REVENGE. Nothing scratches the itch of injustice like a giant flaming ax made out of vengeance. Just ask any of the following folks. They'll tell you that there just ain't no wrath like cold-blooded wrath, 'cause cold-blooded wrath don't stop ... until those who have wronged you are dead, dead, dead.


                   Modern fantasy creatures and people being exposed to new lifestyles and developing dreams and goals that don’t fit with their species or their culture in the slightest.

                       A dwarf who was born in a mine, grew up in a mine, and can count the number of times they’ve been surface-side on both hands. One of these times, they witnessed an airshow. They go home and tell their parents: “Mom, Dad, I want to be a pilot.” “What’s a pilot?” “We’ll, y’see…” And a brief explanation later… “YOU WANT TO DO WHAT? WHERE DID WE GO WRONG? DAMN IT, ROK, I TOLD YOU THAT THE SUN WOULD GO TO HIS HEAD. NOW HE THINKS HE CAN FUCKING FLY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

                       An elf who has a deep interest in geology and underground exploration signs up for a dwarven digging mission. Shows up first day all long limbs and being seven feet tall, and has to become a 90 degree angle to get through the door. “Hey guys! Who’s ready to look at some rocks? Am I right? Well, it’s a tight fit, but I bet I can do it if I squeeze. Ooh, I know some great digging songs by the way.” The dwarves immediately try to find a way to fire the elf without being sued for racial discrimination. “I told you we should have been more careful about the ad.” “I put in it Gold and Gems Monthly, Brek, how was I to know elves read that kind of thing?” “OHMIGOSH, GUYS COME SEE WHAT I FOUND!” “Your turn, Nik.” “I swear to God, if it’s another goddamn stalagmite again…”

                       A centaur whose herd migrates to a coast area and sees the ocean for the first time. “Greyhoof, I’m going to be a fisherman.” “What?” “I’m going to sail the seven seas; I want to be a sailor.” “Blackmane, you’re half horse, you can’t sail.” “I can learn.” “You can’t climb their weird ropes things. What would you even do on the ocean?” “It’s called rigging and I’d be a fisherman, obviously, like I told you.” “YOU’RE A CENTAUR, YOU CAN’T SAIL!” “YOU DON’T KNOW THAT. DON’T TRY AND DESTROY MY DREAMS, GREYHOOF, I CAN DO ANYTHING I SET MY MIND TO. I BELIEVE IN ME.”

                       A mermaid who gets really interested in those land mountains that touch the clouds and meets an extreme mountain-climber on the beach, then decides they’ve found their calling. “I’m going to be the first mermaid to climb Mount Everest.” “What? Bluefins, that’s ridiculous.” “No, no, I’m gonna do it.” “You can’t breathe air.” “I’ll bring a tank of water, like what the humans do with air when they dive.” “YOU DON’T HAVE LEGS.” “I know, that’s what’ll make me the first mermaid to do it. I’m going to have to work around that, but” “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, BLUEFINS. WE’RE TROPICAL.” “No, see, there are these human things called coats. I’ve got it all figured out. Look, I drew plans.” “WITH WHAT?”

               This speaks to me today.

           Centaur pirates who build their own ship to be centaur accessible and it looks a lot different than human ships - the doors are high and tall, they don’t need bunks bc they can sleep standing up, wooden ladders wide enough to put your hooves on, living on hay and fish  mostly while on sea-

       Dragon microbiologist.


there is no part of this that is not brilliant

   hey if you ever tell someone they’re stupid for getting an arts degree do me a favor and

   -never watch a movie or play again
   -never watch tv or Netflix again
   -never listen to music again
   -never watch a recital again
   -never look at another painting, photo, or statue
   -never play a video game again
   -never read a book again

   and return to your judgmental ass Puritan lifestyle

       so many gifs of ostriches doing their mating dance for humans but did u know

       they actually did a study on this

       and ostriches repeatedly found humans more attractive than other ostriches


       ostrich farmers have trouble setting up their ostriches with each other because they’re just not interested, they want their farmers instead

       it’s incredible

   also, ostriches show notable sexual preference

   some male ostriches will only display for male humans, some will display for anybody, some will display for female humans only

I can’t believe ostriches are reverse furries


   Fallout: You are a Vault Dweller sent on a mission to save your Vault from absolute extinction and later save the world from super mutants.

   Fallout 2: You are the grandchild of the Vault Dweller, he Chosen One, off to save his people from drought and later a Pre-War secret society

   Fallout 3: You are the Lone Wanderer, going to save your father and finish his great works to save the Capital Wasteland

   Fallout: New Vegas: You are an immortal mailman who runs around the Mojave Desert causing chaos in Vegas and beating up Romans Soldiers wearing animal heads with your bare knuckles with robots, ghoul gunslingers and robot dogs
   do you know how many people I know that flirted with adults as children and are still traumatized by the experience with adults who reciprocated and took it further? they were children, and it was the responsibility of the adult to realize that the relationship is wrong and to not act, I don’t care how much a child is flirting with you. they do not have the impulse control of adults and are not emotionally mature enough to consent to a relationship with an adult.

   and the worst part is, these people even as adults blame themselves because of all the assholes absolving pedophiles of any guilt all the time.

   if you were a child that ever flirted with an adult, it is not your fault if they took advantage. you were a child being a child, and they were an adult being an abuser, taking advantage of a child being a child.
       Just to put some perspective in this for those people who may be confused at how a guy can get a boner but not really be sexually charged, so to speak…

       Ladies, you know how your nipples get hard for seemingly no reason (sans stepping into a cold room anyway)? You go to put on a shirt and your nipples are poking out like they haven’t seen daylight in over 40 years? Or you brush them up against something and BAMMO, nipple town? Or someone slaps you in the tits and they’re standing full mister?

       You get where I’m going with this? Your sexual organs are built to respond to stimulus, be it one you personally find sexually gratifying or not.  Saying a dude who gets a boner while he’s otherwise not consenting to sex is lying about the fact would be like saying any girl who gets wet while getting raped is actually enjoying it/wants it.

       so… you know… dont be stupid about this people. guys can get raped too and girls can most definitely be the fuckin perps.

   People who think men don’t get raped are just as bad as the people who think men can’t control their urges to rape women. It happens less often, but it still happens, and it’s just as traumatizing for the male victim. You can’t just disregard a victim based on their gender.

Can we also include that females can rape other females and males can rape other males too?



   One of my least-favorite things ever is “attacking one social ill by making use of another.”

   Like fighting sexism with ableism: “Classically-nerdy communities have some serious entrenched issues with corrosive views towards women. As if anyone would want to date those fat, socially inept losers anyway.”

   Or fighting homophobia with classism: “The American South has a ton of rampant casual homophobia. Clearly, everyone below the Mason-Dixon line is an inbred pigfucker who can’t tell right from wrong.”

   Or fighting terrible discourse norms with a whole cocktail of awfulness: “This online community harasses and doxxes any of its members who break from the party line. See, this is inevitable when you get a bunch of coddled teenage special-snowflake SJWs together.”

   If you’re going to criticize someone’s bad behavior, please do, but keep a tight focus on their behavior and don’t drift into character-assassination or regressive stereotyping. “People who do bad things are the people at the bottom of the social ladder” implies the reverse, and we have enough of that already.


This is a jar full of major characters
Actually it is a jar full of chocolate covered raisins on top of a dirty TV tray. But pretend the raisins are interesting and well rounded fictional characters with significant roles in their stories.

We’re sharing these raisins at a party for Western Storytelling, so we get out two bowls.

Then we start filling the bowls. And at first we only fill the one on the left.
This doesn’t last forever though. Eventually we do start putting raisins in the bowl on the right. But for every raisin we put in the bowl on the right, we just keep adding to the bowl on the left.

And the thing about these bowls is, they don’t ever reset. We don’t get to empty them and start over. While we might lose some raisins to lost records or the stories becoming unpopular, but we never get to just restart. So even when we start putting raisins in the bowl on the right, we’re still way behind from the bowl on the left.

And time goes on and the bowl on the left gets raisins much faster than the bowl on the right.

Until these are the bowls.

Now you get to move and distribute more raisins. You can add raisins or take away raisins entirely, or you can move them from one bowl to the other.

This is the bowl on the left. I might have changed the number of raisins from one picture to the next. Can you tell me, did I add or remove raisins? How many? Did I leave the number the same?

You can’t tell for certain, can you? Adding or removing a raisin over here doesn’t seem to make much of a change to this bowl.

This is the bowl on the right. I might have changed the number of raisins from one picture to the next. Can you tell me, did I add or remove raisins? How many? Did I leave the number the same?
When there are so few raisins to start, any change made is really easy to spot, and makes a really significant difference.

This is why it is bad, even despicable, to take a character who was originally a character of color and make them white. But why it can be positive to take a character who was originally white and make them a character of color.

The white characters bowl is already so full that any change in number is almost meaningless (and is bound to be undone in mere minutes anyway, with the amount of new story creation going on), while the characters of color bowl changes hugely with each addition or subtraction, and any subtraction is a major loss.

This is also something to take in consideration when creating new characters. When you create a white character you have already, by the context of the larger culture, created a character with at least one feature that is not going to make a difference to the narratives at large. But every time you create a new character of color, you are changing something in our world.

I mean, imagine your party guests arrive

But before you hand them out you look right into the little black girls’s eyes and take two of her seven raisins and put them in the little white girl’s bowl.

I think she’d be totally justified in crying or leaving and yelling at you. Because how could you do that to a little girl? You were already giving the white girl so much more, and her so little, why would you do that? How could you justify yourself?

But on the other hand if you took two raisins from the white girl’s bowl and moved them over to the black girl’s bowl and the white girl looked at her bowl still full to the brim and decided your moving those raisins was unfair and she stomped and cried and yelled, well then she is a spoiled and entitled brat.

And if you are adding new raisins, it seems more important to add them to the bowl on the right. I mean, even if we added the both bowls at the same speed from now on (and we don’t) it would still take a long time before the numbers got big enough to make the difference we’ve already established insignificant.

And that’s the difference between whitewashing POC characters and making previously white characters POC. And that’s why every time a character’s race is ambiguous and we make them white, we’ve lost an opportunity.

*goes off to eat her chocolate covered raisins, which are no longer metaphors just snacks*

I can never find a “male positivity” post that doesn’t have shit like “FINALLY someone understands that this isn’t just for WOMEN” or “FINALLY one that isn’t for WOMEN” attached to the end.
Like yall really can’t uplift yourselves without taking a shot at women huh

No…it’s just most body positivity/gender positivity posts on this website are about women so it’s nice when we find one about men. That’s not “taking a shot at women”

No its taking a shot at women. You’re missing the framework. Its never “Men get raped” its “men get raped too so shut up women”. Its never “ we should build DV
shelters/get sexual assault counseling for men” its “women didn’t do it for us, yes I’m ignoring the evidence that they actually have so rargh fuck Feminism”.
And now, women are again to blame and or levied against the lack of body positive posts for men, its now shaming women and society for them not existing before.
Point is, literally every women’s issue….which generally only women care about is constantly shook down, knocked over, shat on and competed with by men who never got the idea that they could, i dunno, get together and do it themselves. And even under any problem men have once you step outside of that arena everything is back to being catered to you.
Those who totally have the right to say finally: trans people, disabled people.
So when you blast out YAY NOT JUST FOR WOMEN US TOO its pretty close to the shit above and its really fucking annoying.
Men are raped should be a complete sentence. Body positivity should be a complete sentence.
Its that simple. But folks are incapable of not communicating that simple but blatant message underneath it all: “ So what if we never did it for you and never will. Its your job to do it for us.”

I figured I'd put up a list of all the weird crap I've found around home as a kid:
   1. When I was six, a mummified hairless cat just sort of appeared by the house. I had to jump over it whenever I went anywhere. Nobody moved it, it was just there for a few months and then it disappeared.

   2. There was a cow head just laying out back for a while. I think my gramma was feeding it to the chickens. I fucking hate the chickens.

   3. Every Halloween, my mom would send me to the dead pile to get bones to scatter around the yard for decorations. I never really realized it was weird that we had things called ‘dead piles’, but there you go

   4. My brain went fuzzy during a family barbecue and I don’t know what to tell you but I left for twenty minutes and came back with four other girls wearing cow pelvises and tubing as armour and claiming myself to be the ‘mighty lord magnet-tron’.

   5. I found a kayak in the forest once. I brought it home, but my gramma stole it.

   6. Found a cracked fish tank buried under a tree once. I took it home, but my gramma stole it.

   7. There’s a lot of bathtubs in the forest and I don’t know why

   8. Someone left a deer head on the porch once. Not sure why. Just the whole head, cut off at the neck. That was odd.

   9. There’s just these… Weird, powdery chunks of.. I dunno, something. Just buried all over. I don’t know if they’re soft rocks or what

   10. Some friends and I found something big and dead inside a garbage bag under a log, once. We told an adult but they said not to worry about it so we sort of let it go. It’s been nine years and nobody’s questioned it

   11. Our rooster killed itself. Not sure how, but it did.

   12. A bird carried my cat away when I was 7 and nobody told me so I spent 6 weeks looking for it. I only found half.

   13. There’s a lot of skulls

   14. There’s a spot out back where kitchen appliances just show up. I found a wok, a toaster, a toaster oven, and two sinks so far.

   15. A bunch of porn was just… In the woods. DVDs. And a couple bible-on-casette albums. 3 pairs of prescription glasses. Someone was into some weird shit, I guess.

   16. Sometimes the air smells like death and my mom just goes, ‘think it was something big?’ And I have to go find it

   17. My gramma keeps collecting toilets and 4 foot tall solid wooden lawn gnomes and decorating the driveway with them

   18. Every once and a while the sky just doesn’t go all the way dark at night and I’ve stopped questioning it

Okay I don’t know how this got so popular all of a sudden, but I’ve gotten a lot of messages asking if I live in Nightvale or a supernatural episode and I feel the need to clarify that while some of this stuff is kinda freaky my town is actually a rather pleasant place to live. I mean, there’s the ocassional imploded fence and something in the forest that whistles back, but we get some lovely sunsets and the sheep don’t bite

       fleur delacour who was dismissed as weak competition during the triwizard tournament because she was the only girl, because she was beautiful and fashionable and apparently that meant she couldn’t be strong
       fleur delacour who was treated as an object by the media during the coverage of the tournament, who was no more than a pretty face to glam up the front page of the newspapers while krum, harry and cedric were thought of as people to look out for
       fleur delacour who was strong and courageous and quick-thinking and loyal and fierce and pretty, all at the same time
       fleur delacour who proved everyone wrong, time and time again, with her fast spellwork and sharp wits
       fleur delacour who didn’t let the frenzy of the yule ball get to her and was as proud and confident as always
       fleur delacour who was still thought of as shallow, even by ginny, hermione and molly, even though she was selected for the tournament above all others, even after she survived said bloodthirsty, dangerous tournament
       fleur delacour who was seen to be so shallow that molly weasley thought she’d leave bill just because he had more scars now
       fleur delacour who proved her wrong again, who was proof that you can have a pretty face and a beautiful soul, who knew that she was more than her looks and wasn’t afraid to show it
       fleur delacour who seemed to be the ditzy airheaded party girl who apparently wasn’t honest or modest or down-to-earth enough for bill weasley
       fleur delacour who said a very dainty fuck you to that and housed often-surly, loud refugees throughout the war selflessly
       fleur delacour (◡‿◡✿)


               “Money doesn’t buy happiness” ok and poverty buys what exactly

           where is the lie

       Out of poverty creates strength and compassion. It’s weird how that works.

   i sure wasn’t feeling the strength when i was skipping class because i was too weak to walk there after going 2-3 days without food, and i definitely wasn’t compassionate when i was checking every time i walked home to see if there was an eviction notice on the door. stop trying to fucking make it seem like a good thing.

Poverty is not a virtue.  It doesn’t make you a better person.  Poverty doesn’t make you “strong and compassionate” it makes you insecure and stressed the fuck out.  Poverty makes it so you can’t live your life without everything being undercut by fear.  It makes you hard and angry.  We need to do away with the bullshit myth that being poor is somehow better for you as a person.  You know who wants you to believe that?  Rich people, so you don’t question them


                           Mila Kunis Against Men Saying “We Are Pregnant” - Video

                       What the fuck is this bullshit and why was it recommended for me?

                   It’s not like men are involved in the creation of the baby or anything.

                   I mean shit, I understand that pregnancy is an extremely strenuous thing on the woman, but that doesn’t mean that a dude can’t be proud of the fact that he’s going to be a father.

               Hmm. Weird how someone would want to be considered a part of the pregnancy…
               There goes all of my respect for Mila Kunis.

           My goodness, women like this have some fucking nerve. Good luck Ashton.

       Please stop.

       Pregnancy is a very dangerous time for cis-women. Until cis-men are capable of nine months of pain without the ability to take painkillers, followed by hours of one of the most painful experiences a human can undergo, I agree with Mila Kunis. It is your child. Not your pregnancy. You don’t get a fucking medal for sticking your dick inside someone and impregnating them, you get a child. So no, you don’t need a fucking spotlight highlighting your months of work and pain and the fact that you can potentially die trying to bring life into the world when you have not undergone any of the physical effort.

       Things you can expect during pregnancy: Anemia, urinary tract infections, constipation, mental health conditions including intense depression, hyperemesis gravidarm (basically when persistent vomiting is more than just morning sickness and requires hospitalization). Not to mention there are dozens of infections that can cause serious problems. (x) (x)

       Oh and the fact that 20% of pregnancies end in miscarriages which obviously requires hospitalization for the pregnant woman and causes a lot of emotional trauma.

       Or that you can’t consume alcohol, most types of fish, you can’t expose yourself to hot water (or any heat, really), or get an x-ray. You cannot eat lunch meats, raw sprouts (radishes, alfalfa, etc.), soft cheeses, anything unpasteurized is out, as are foods with raw or undercooked eggs. And caffeine can lead to miscarriages, so say goodbye to coffee, teas, and chocolate. (x) (x) (x)

       About 2 million pregnancy losses occur annually in the U.S.; 6 million babies are born. 25% of pregnancies are lost.

       14.5% of pregnant women will experience at least one pregnancy complication.

       11% of women are diagnosed with post partum depression.


       800 women die because of pregnancy-related problems in the U.S. annually. (x)

       Labor can last for 36 hours or more. You’re in a room full of strangers, who are all seeing your vagina, your blood, your shit, your piss, and your agony. It’s common for tearing to occur during the delivery (x) and after the baby is born you still have to deliver the placenta (essentially an organ).

       Pregnancy is terrifying, dangerous, and uncomfortable. None of you have the right to shit on Mila Kunis for telling the truth: You do not deserve the spotlight of your wife’s pregnancy. So get over yourselves. Yes, the father CAN be proud, and he should be. But it’s not his pregnancy. He is not the one who will endure it.

       It is not weird that someone would want to be involved in their wife’s pregnancy. It is weird that you have the fucking nerve to lose respect for someone reminding you that the father is not the pregnant one in the picture.

       So please, stop.

   Today in male entitlement: now women ”have some nerve” if they remind men that they are not, in fact, the pregnant ones.



               A few weeks ago my mom stapled pages of a story in one of her women’s magazines together and handed it to me. She gave it to me pretty much with the tag lines “for your feminist blog” and “something new to consider.” Indeed it was; she knows me well.

               The story is titled “I was forced to be pregnant.” With a title like that, reading it was actually not on the top of my to read list. I thought it was about women not exercising their right to choice. I was very, very wrong on that one.

               Have you ever heard of Reproductive coercion? It is a term that was quite recently coined by the advocates against domestic violence to describe a certain type of abuse some women face. It occurs when a man pressures their partner to have kids and/or impregnates them against their will. Reproductive coercion comes in three different types:
               1. Emotional pressure that turns into verbal and physical abuse.
               2. Sabotaging birth control
               3. Marital rape
               Over 75% of women 19-49 who reported once experiencing domestic violence also endured some type of reproductive control by men. It’s all about control and domination over a woman’s body.

               The first story in the magazine is about a woman who got married around 36 years of age. After a few months of dating her boyfriend talked excitedly about having children. After he proposed he began calling her “The Babymaker.” She then confided with him that one of her fallopian tubes was blocked. He in return insisted she see a fertility doctor. She recounts, “I had finally met a great guy who was eager to start a family with me. What woman wouldn’t fall for that?” Soon after her honeymoon he persisted on in an obsessive manner, but his efforts had to be temporarily halted as she had to get emergency back surgery. Alas, 6 months into recovery he was back to pressuring her again. She was in much pain at the time due to her back, but she agreed to In Vitro Fertilization. She then became pregnant, but soon miscarried. In response, her husband grabbed her by the neck, choking her. He apologized, blaming his outburst on his grief and had her sign up for another round of IVF. And then a third round. She tried to put him off with the excuse that she needed to weigh more before she could take treatments, her husband forced her to get on the scale often and filled the fridge with fattening foods. “It hurt that all I was good for was getting pregnant.” She recounts. At the end, he screamed at her, threatening to replace her with a maid if she couldn’t get pregnant and she told him she no longer wanted to have his child. He destroyed bedroom furniture, pushed her down the stairs and threatened her with a gun. She fled to a domestic violence shelter.

               The second story was about a woman who faced marital rape. This woman was 40, had a then boyfriend and two children from a previous marriage. After telling her boyfriend she did not want any more children, her boyfriend refused to wear a condom and began to rape her.  She then became pregnant with her third child. Birth control was never an option for her because she couldn’t hide pills anywhere for he went through all of her belongings. Three months after giving birth, he raped her again, impregnating her with twins. She lost the twins in a physical fight with him, but soon became pregnant again. During her recovery she begged her obstetrician to remove her ovaries and devise a lie to tell him; that she had cancer. After a decade of sexual abuse and violence she was able to get a job that kept her out of the house and often times traveling.

               One in four callers to the National Domestic Abuse hotline said that their partners had tried to force them to become pregnant. Why? As one woman stated, “Its like he wants to own me from the inside out.”  Having a baby is the perfect tie that binds. These type of abusers want to create a circumstance in which their partner is dependent on him.


               Many voters never consider how defunding these clinics could hurt victims of domestic violence who turn to them for counseling as well as pregnancy prevention. Abused women will turn to health care providers long before they will turn to domestic abuse hotlines and organizations. Many women in abusive relationships rely on life saving, affordable care programs such as Title X. It is critical that such places are open and operation when women and children need them so desperately.

           tw: abuse, rape, domestic violence

       holy fuck im crying.

   I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control.  I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

   I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

   Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

   When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

   And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

   I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

   I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

If you can read this, and still think there is no situation in which a woman should have access to safe abortions, basically you’re saying that you value women as little as the abusive assholes in these personal, true stories did. That you’d rather have a woman die at the hands of her abuser than terminate a pregnancy, and that you’d rather have numerous children born into a dangerous, damaging, terrifying home than allow a woman to have control over her own body and her own reproductive choices.


           If your argument can be boiled down to “well, the *real world* won’t treat you with kindness, compassion, or understanding, so I shouldn’t either” than… the problem is you.

           The “real world” does not have to be a cold, cruel, place that requires thick skin, armor, and no weakness ever. That’s the just world you insist on making for yourself. I wish you joy of it.

           I’ll be over here, making something better.

       *joins you in your corner*

The world is full of nice people. If you cannot find one, be one.

every wikipedia entry for a comic book character is like

   Classic Era: Professor Two-Apes was created when a bored alien glued two gorillas together with a magic rock. He later turned to evil when a colleague took credit for his research. In his debut appearance, Professor Two-Apes turned the Eiffel Tower into a banana.

   Modern Era: Tu-Apes was the result of years of painful animal experimentation. He killed the doctor who created him, stole the blood-stained diploma off his wall, and now wears it around his neck. In the Conflagration crossover event, he was seen being beaten to death with one of his own spines. He was later resurrected by Satanists and currently suffers from a debilitating heroin addiction.


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