did you know that “friends” stands for:
- it’s joey
- everyone is friends
my favorite fandom memory was last summer when someone started a rumor that management lowered the volume on niall’s microphone and he was crying over it
anD THE WHOLE FANDOM EXPLODED AND #LETNIALLSING TRENDED FOR LIKE 3 DAYS AND PEOPLE SENT DEATH THREATS TO MANAGEMENT
BUT THEN THEIR SOUND ENGINEER TWEETED THAT THE REAL REASON YOU COULDN’T HEAR NIALL SINGING AT THAT CONCERT WAS BECAUSE HE SAT ON HIS MIC TRANSMITTER
I know its hard to look past all the terrible grammar but I’m just gonna leave this here….
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the scum of the earth.
THIS. IS. RAPE. CULTURE.
also adding: the owner of this page automatically assumed this girl was a feminist, she could have very well been transporting a piece for a project. But given the information that she was a feminist, people took a negative approach to the situation
"Hey, you shouldn’t eat that. It’s not good for you."
Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
Titled: Brace for It.
Write it write it now
Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten
So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.
Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.
They pull us from classrooms
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.
Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.
Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.
Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.
Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.
Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.
Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.
Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.
Because our NO won’t be enough one day.
Because I wasn’t asking for it.
Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse
Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.
Because enough blood has been spilled.
Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be."
This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X
one thing i never do is write a rough draft it’s all or nothing go big or go home
you know what constantly blew my mind as a child
in movies when a character is looking straight into their reflection in a mirror
how does the camera not show up in the mirror
actually never mind about the whole “as a child” business i still haven’t figured this shit out
no one saw me wear it therefore it is not dirty
Alternatively: everyone saw me wear it yesterday, but I own a washing machine so I could’ve washed it since then (I didn’t wash it).
people saw me wearing it yesterday but there will be different people seeing me today therefore it is not dirty
alternatively: wash ur damn clothes
I know everyone is entitled to their own opinion and have differing views and whatnot but how the fuck do you not like dogs
every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor
lots to look forward to