i just started crying because thers a fucking humane society that does this things called for Paws for Tales where kids who are too shy and nervous about reading get to read out loud to DOGS and if thats not the cutest fucking shit youve heard all day i dont want to know u tbh
PUNJAMMIES™ are made by women in India rescued from forced prostitution seeking to rebuild their lives. Proceeds from the sales of PUNJAMMIES™ provide fair-trade wages, savings accounts, and holistic recovery care.
THESE are gorgeous and I want some
jesus these look COMFORTABLE
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
Signal boosting this shit
Once upon a time I was babysitting my 12 year-old cousin and I took her to the mall for food and window shopping. This was around the time Enchanted came out so of course the walls were lined with Giselle. Not that I particularly minded, Enchanted was a good film.
So at any rate, I was casually browsing some of the outfits they had out and pick out this pink sparkly dress meant to be Aurora’s. I said, “Hey, Destiny, why don’t you wear this for Halloween?”
I should note I was just joking because this was the age where she was rebelling against dresses but rather than to comment on that she simply replied with, “That isn’t for me.”
I thought she was talking about the fact that I was holding up a dress so I pressed on, “Aw why not? C’mooon! I’m sure it’ll look great on you! Oh we could get you a nice tiara and sparkly heels-“
But she shook her head and went, “That’s only for white girls.”
Of course it was the initial line that took me by surprise, but even moreso was the sheer matter-of-factness that was in her voice. She wasn’t even fazed by it and talked as if was telling me some fact that I must have missed in a memo.
She went on to look at the TV screen but I kept going through the outfits thinking that maybe Jasmine or Pocahontas or Mulan would work, but that wasn’t the problem.
The problem IS that she is the so-called target audience for a store in which she found nothing for her and she accepted it as a fact.
The problem IS that all of this princess stuff isn’t FOR her.
The problem IS that I went through this revelation when I was her age and I thought that it would have ended a long time ago.
The problem IS that they rejoiced in Tiana only to get three more non-POC princesses.
And the problem is that all of this will CONTINUE to be and I just don’t know if I would be able to stand watching my two year-old niece realize this herself.
Because we’re Mexican, we’re mixed, we’re African-American, but most importantly we’re not white.
So you know what? No. Fuck YOU.
Because I WAS a kid. These princess movies WERE created for me, my cousins, my niece, and damn near every other little girl I have know in my lifetime.
And we were NEVER a part of their formula.
We are NEVER going to be a part of their formula.
I’m sick of this shit. I want to see this shit change and I’m not going to sit around waiting for it to change.
I am going to raise hell and I will bust my ass through school and I will get my degree and I will get into the animation industry and I will fight my absolute hardest to help in the change because if there’s one thing I never want to see again is a kid questioning why movies refuse to acknowledge their existence.
So you sit the fuck down and you shut the fuck up and you go through hearing this shit from four different kids and then you see if you can get off your fucking ass and say that shit to me again.
For sale: Marquis Spinneret Mindfang costume
Price: $250 (Or $220 if you don’t want the boots)
I have had much fun with the swashbuckling Mindfang, but in my heart of hearts I am a Pyrope, not a Serket. After pouring my heart and soul (and many dollars and hours!) into this costume, I am finally parting with it in the interest of clearing out my costume closet pre-Katsucon.
- Steel-boned corset + lacing
- Overskirt (which includes lining of bajillions of white organza ruffles)
- Two skirts (1 black w/blue accents, gives a more traditional pirate-y look, 1 light blue w/ ruffles, gives a more fancy/feminine look)
- Black pirate blouse
- Hat w/horn holes & feathers
- Red boots
[Does not include wig, horns, or jewelry.]
To give you an idea of the size, my measurements are 36-28-38 and I’m 5’4” (5’9” with the boots on!)
I accept PayPal and check only. You must be able to pay up front and all at once. If you’re interested, send me an ask!
I will rate them (
and then use them in real life)
The biggest shock of Paris’s spring-summer 2014 fashion shows came on the otherwise calm and gentle Nina Ricci catwalk, when two topless activists from protest group Femen crashed the podium.
Grabbing a startled model making her way down the catwalk, they screamed “fashion fascism,” with words decrying the sexualization of the modeling industry written in make-up. One had “Fashion dictaterror” scrawled on her naked torso, the other “Model don’t go to brothel.”
One British model, Liverpool-born Hollie-May Saker, was caught in the middle, with the protesters brushing against her lamé-and-lace skirt.
“The next thing I just see half-naked women with black marker pen scrawled across their bare chests and that’s when she came at me….As she grabbed my arm she lifted my skirt exposing me – I pulled my arm back with such force that I landed a punch square on her nose,” Saker told the Echo. (Photo: AP Photo/Jacques Brinon)
So, to fight back against the sexualization of the modeling industry, these women assaulted a model and forcibly exposed her?
Protip: You’re not fighting a patriarchal system by assaulting women and exposing them against their will.
I have literally never heard of a positive thing done by Femen. Seriously. They need to stop. First the blatant Islamophobia, and now this? Really?
If your idea of feminism includes racist bullshit and attacking women who don’t conform to your exact image of a feminist, guess what? You’re a complete asshole and you’re misrepresenting feminism as a whole.
I *hate* Femen. Literally they are the reason feminism is viewed in a bad light. They’re the West Borough Baptist of feminism and I can’t stand it.
wasn’t it discovered earlier this year that FEMEN is run entirely by some rich israeli dude who required women to submit topless ‘audition’ photos before they can officially become a member
im pretty sure it’s not an actual feminist organization at all it’s really fucked up
white feminism bankrolled and controlled by old rich white dudes
Yo I’ve reblogged this before but the article linked above is so crazy important it’s not even funny.
(AS PLAIN TART/VANILLA YOGURT W STRAWBERRY AND BLUEBERRY TOPPINGS)
She told me I could be anything I wanted. (x)
Adventure Time went ahead and created a transgender cookie. HATS OFF. I love this show so much.
is this a thing?
i love this show so much
Since the episode was taken down on the original source, here’s a link to another place to watch it.
Another thing about this episode that really helped me was where he said “She laughed in my face,” And when you watch the scene itself, she wasn’t laughing at him, she wasn’t mocking him, she just thought he was a cute cookie, or maybe she was thinking about how much being a princess sucked sometimes and he wouldn’t want to be one if he knew what it was like. But it wasn’t the “laughed in his face” kind of moment you’d imagine just hearing about it. She thought it was a harmless gesture, but it was something that drove him to violence.
I didn’t quite know why this mattered so much until my friend looked over and said that it showed how a lot of the slights we thought were terrible were mostly just in our head. That what happened wasn’t what you thought, and the malice we imagined was never there. Especially if it happened a long time ago. Our minds have ways of making things seem more dramatic in hindsight.
Maybe no one meant to hurt you, and of course that doesn’t mean you had no right to be hurt, but sometimes perspective can heal the wounds we pick out. Sometimes you just gotta let it go