aconnormanning:

runicbasso:

commanderabutt:

Just a reminder that the LGBT community isn’t some magical place where everyone is accepted. 

Welcome to the LGBT “community,” where the B is made-up and the T doesn’t matter!

Hahaha. Ha. Haha. Ugh.

mamalalonde:

someone wanted it rebloggable!

angergirl:

triptocaines:

nigecha:

whats it with people calling japanese characters from japanese anime who live in japan and speak japanese and have japanese names white

#Seriously if a character is supposed to be white they will be named WHITIE MCWHITERSON #and wear an american flag hoodie shirt pants socks underwear and scream stuff in english every 5 seconds

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The tags speak truth.

fabledquill:

i just

weird elves

elves who find babies fascinating because they like, never see them

elves whose fingers are just sort of uncomfortably long to anyone who isn’t an elf

elves with slightly too-pointy canines

elves who don’t understand why you’re getting so emotional…

thebloodofsadbitches:

Bruh…
Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Anonymous

thefrogman:

Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

"It was just a joke, quite being so sensitive."

"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."

"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.

oriluka:


"Hold Your Head Up"
"because the water might not be as deep as you thought"


A4 size, Leningrad watercolors. Art by me (Tato) 

oriluka:

"Hold Your Head Up"

"because the water might not be as deep as you thought"

A4 size, Leningrad watercolors. Art by me (Tato

bookstorewoes:

We’ll start off with this.

bookstorewoes:

We’ll start off with this.

People want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. “Oh, women do that” and “Oh, men do that” and the reality is that all women don’t anything. We as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. And I think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.