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There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

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a short doctor who episode by steven moffat

liamdryden:

coffee-iv:

[you know thing that impossible well now IT HAPPEN]

Spunky Assistant: BUT DOCTOR NO THAT IMPOSSIBLE

Doctor: YES SPUNKY ASSISTANT IT IMPOSSIBLE

[duramtic pause]

Doctor: …BUT HAPPEN

[title card doo wee ooo HAPPEN OF THE DOCTOR by STEVEN MOFFAT]

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irresistible-revolution:

they are no easy answers to racism or racialized sexism

there are no cut-and-dry solutions for surviving the white heteropatriarchy

there isn’t an easy way to be an intersectional feminist

resistance doesn’t come with a user’s guide

it’s supposed to be difficult

it’s supposed to make you uncomfortable

it’s supposed to shatter your perceptions

if you’re not uneasy you are part of the problem 








5. Why aren’t you more professional/respectable?

Because no one is. Because presenting yourself that way is a tool used for social control. Because it’s that very illusion that is used to keep people from participating in their own education. Because academic language all too often operates as a form of gatekeeping, and because the first half of this sentence does the thing it describes.

Because the inequalities that exist in the world right now are not due to shortages of commodities, but because people in power control their distribution. Because I live in a country where police restrain hungry people while they throw food into dumpsters, and sends homeless women to prison for sending their children to school.

Because that kind of “respectability” requires exclusion aligning with existing power structures, and I’m not into that.



Medieval POC in this post. Outstanding blog/blogger. (via raddestbabe)






writeswrongs:

satelliteshowers:

fattyforever:

curvily:

How often have you been shopping and you come across something that is just PERFECT, but does not go up to your size? Over 60% of American women wear a size 14 or above, but only 17% of clothing sold is 14 & up. That is a ridiculous disparity.

Moreover, when some brands move into plus (ahem H&M), they throw their signature trendy looks by the wayside in favor of flowy dark fabrics that they think “work” for plus sizes. That is crap. Plus size women want color, print, and structure. Moreover, we want variety. A group this numerous cannot be a monolith, and since style is such a personal thing, we all have different tastes. I want #plussizeplease to be a way to showcase the demand for styles we’d buy and rock, and all the money brands are forfeiting by refusing to expand their sizes.

So here’s how to use it:

1) Snap a picture of a garment you love but does not come in your size. Include the brand and price, tagging the company if possible. For example, I am in love with this Zara marble print dress. I would have purchased it yesterday if it went above a size L. My tweet would be:

“.@Zara marble print sheath, $59. I’d buy it right now if it came in my size. #plussizeplease”

2) Use it on any social media – Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest… even Facebook supports hashtags now.

3) Tag anything you’d purchase, whether in store or online.

4) Feel free to include the size range it comes in and/or the size you think you’d need. Sizing can be tricky, so this is definitely not required.

5) Tell your friends! I don’t just want this to be a blogger thing – I want all women who wear size 14 and up to show their purchasing power and share styles they love. Let’s be unignorable!

Um, yes. I will be doing this.

Yes. I support this movement

watch me be loud as hell








I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Tell me—knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school. If you were walking by a chemical plant, where smoke stacks were filling the sky with dark, black clouds, would you holler, “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would whisper, “That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy”? Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? See, I wanna know if you believe in any god, or if you believe in many gods. Or better yet, what gods believe in you. And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? Would you think less of me if I told you I have lived my entire life a little off key and I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarized the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence. Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence? And if you do I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop. If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it, if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness? And lastly, let me ask you this: if you and I went for a walk, and the entire walk we didn’t talk, do you think eventually we’d kiss? No way. That’s askin’ too much—after all, this is only our first date.

Andrea Gibson

I’m tired of only ever seeing the shortened version of this. The whole thing is amazing and it deserves to be read in its entirety. 

(via miss—information)

wow, I could actually hear this in my head as I read it!








octoswan:

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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a-hookah-smoking-caterpillar:

mojosodope178:

moosekingofhell:

Forever wondering if I am contributing to a conversation by using my own experiences or being self centered and rude.

relevant. so fucking relevant.

Literally every single conversation :/ I’m so paranoid of doing this

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jajathenerpmaster:

Privilege is like having a dog that constantly follows you around, it doesn’t make you bad or good as long as you don’t use it to hurt people. Don’t pretend that your dog is nonexistent, because if you do, you’ll lose track of it and it will run loose and poop on everyone’s yard. Just keep it on a leash and carry on your merry way.

And sometimes you might go somewhere and someone who’s really traumatised by dogs might just really want you to take it away, or keep it on a tighter leash, or run after it to stop it wreaking havoc. And you might want to say “but it’s not my fault, I didn’t ask for this dog to follow me around”. And that’s true. But neither is it the fault of the person who’s been traumatised.