Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
Unfortunate for the books, but speaks loads about the quality of some fan fics
You have no idea how many
HELL YES I HAVE <3
omg REBLOGGING. Especially with the drivel published in the last 10 years. Fanfic all the way. I don’t even read fiction novels anymore, just nonfiction.
Honestly I’m having a hard time reading published fiction a lot lately because most of what I’m seeing is at a level of quality where if it WERE a fic, I’d be hitting the back button. Reason #102983 why it pisses me off SO MUCH that fanfiction is such a joke to so many people, especially by people who don’t think it’s “serious” writing.
do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?
This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.
^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.
In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.
It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.
I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes.
“NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF.
“AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF.
Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over.
same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM
when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper,
and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street.
so of course i came back with
moving out of the way for them as i walked.
he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do.
i find this really fascinating because this actually what defines so-called masculine and feminine traits and gestures. the whole limp-wrist thing? that’s someone decreasing the amount of space they take up by not extending their arm fully. same with crossing one’s legs, how it’s considered more masculine to swing your shoulders when you walk creating a wider gait instead of your hips, how someone who holds their elbows tightly into their torso instead of letting them fall more loosely at their sides is considered feminine.
taking up space is not just a frequent habit of males in our culture, its actually how society thinks masculinity is supposed to be expressed.
It’s also why you can seriously freak people out if you’re a woman by sitting back in your chair and draping your arm over the backrest of the one beside it.
It’s claiming space, and more importantly, it’s powerful body language. In primates (including humans), the individual that “opens” its chest—that is, leaves it open to attack—is the most dominant of them, precisely because it shows a confidence that no one WILL attack you.
Look at someone who’s comfortable vs someone who’s uncomfortable—the uncomfortable person will inevitably cross their arms or cover their chest to in an instinct to protect the thoracic cavity.
So, when you want to look HELLA confident, open up your chest and make direct eye contact. It feels weird (for women!) at first, but it’s the fastest way to freak a dude out. They genuinely do not know what to do when a woman displays behaviour they recognize as confident.
This was interesting. Literally never thought about it before.
As a guy I never do this. I try and move in and out or avoid people when I’m walking. For me people with prams are the worst.
JUST WATCH THIS PLEASE
I hit reblog so fast I broke my computer.
tears are streaming down my face
A KID IN MY PHYSICS CLASS FUCKING USED THIS AS THE OPENING OF HIS PRESENTATION
We have been called “a lost generation…[not] giving birth to anything new” and “too quiet, too online.” In fact the opposite is true. There is a deafening roar in cyberspace. If a presidential election can be won through the support of an online movement, if articles and ideas can reach tens of millions of people overnight, and create a four-thousand person discussion, if YouTube can receive 200,000 new videos a day, then being “too quiet” and “too online” is the opinion of someone who doesn’t understand what it means to be online. Not creating anything new and not being loud enough are not our problems. So why the disrespect from the famous 60s generation? Because we aren’t doing what they want us to do.
Most of us were born after the end of the Cold War or were too young to remember it. The political climate we grew up in was one of supreme hypocrisy. One President nearly got impeached for a superficial sex scandal and then another later broke international laws to preemptively start a war without UN support and was re-elected to serve 2 full terms without so much as a breath of legal retribution.
The problem my generation faces is inheriting a world that baffles us: a world of hypocrisy and crisis; a world on the brink of collapse yet at the height of human civilization.
Imagine for a moment being one of us. Taught in school that all people are created equal, that all countries are sovereign, that freedom, democracy, and capitalism are embraced by all people and nations because they are ultimate ideals that allow us to prosper and live as we choose in the pursuit of happiness. Old enough to read the New York Times online and blog on Huffington Post, we see a very different world. Equality? Not for the poor, not for LGBT. Capitalism? It appears to have been a house of cards recklessly constructed by greed for the benefit of a few. Sovereignty? Not for resource-poor or oil-rich countries. Ideals? Not for the media or our political and business leaders.
Now we must navigate a world where a concentration of power, wealth, and media often conflicts with every ideal the Western world is supposed to stand for. If you think we are too quiet and too online you should consider that we have two choices. One, to accept the values we were taught to believe in and totally redefine and reconstruct the way our government/economy/society works so that these ideals match reality. Or two, to accept the world we live in and think up a new set of values to justify our lives."
Hip-Hop Artist Akala on -
A panel including hip-hop artist Akala, CEO of Working With Men Shane Ryan, writer and broadcaster Ekow Eshun and filmmaker, theatre director and writer Topher Campbell look at the contradictory and complex ideas around Black masculinity and what tensions arise from stereotypes, colonial histories and economic power.
Peep the intellectual Black man listening pose in the last gif tho lmaoo
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
So many items arranged so beautifully.
This is so satisfying to look at.
this makes me happy
The morning after Stiles’s sixteenth birthday, he woke from his first honest-to-god wet dream about Hollywood heartthrob Derek Hale. It was the beginning of a bright and long-lasting obsession— one he would insist, repeatedly, does not exist, thanks, now can I get three copies of that Men’s Fitness— no, man, I didn’t even see him on the cover there, I just care a lot about kale and leg presses, okay?
And maybe he was a handful of years too late, because Derek Hale hadn’t been exactly relevant outside of his devastating good looks and magazine physique since 2008 when Diamond Interchange III came out, but after he had one measly little dream about Derek Hale’s jaw muscles flexing and eyelashes fluttering as he sucked down Stiles’s cock, he just couldn’t stop.
By the time he was nineteen, Stiles could quote all of the atrocious dialogue from the first two DI movies from memory, had turned down the handful of dates he’d been asked out on, and spent a truly unholy amount of time fantasizing about licking the cleft of Derek Hale’s chin.
At twenty, after the fifth installment in the DI franchise came out and had a shocking amount of success (especially considering the fourth one had gone straight to DVD/Blu-ray), Stiles went grocery shopping, had a minor breakdown in the middle of the magazine aisle, and left with no fewer than six magazines featuring spreads or covers or interviews of a glowering Derek Hale.
At twenty-one, he leaned across the bartop and said, “Hey,” with a sloppy slur, “can I tell you something sad?” The bartender raised her perfectly-shaped eyebrows at him and waited. “I’m a virgin. I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin because I’m hung up on a shitty celebrity with nice eyes. I hate myself.”
hey so i made a horrible thing for an awesome fic, one of the very brightest stars in fandom for me right now, so satisfying in a way that is exactly the opposite of this shitty movie poster for a shitty movie. go, go now, go do it. you won’t regret it.
Black | Zuhair Murad - Resort 2015
Stop sexualizing my body stop shaming my body stop policing my body
BREASTS ARE SEXUAL ORGANS
BREASTS ARE SEXUAL ORGANS
BREAST ARE SEXUAL ORGANS
BREASTS ARE FUCKING SEXUAL ORGANS!!
WE DONT LET MEN WALK AROUND WITH THEIR DICKS OUT BECAUSE ITS A SEXUAL ORGAN!!
GET THE FUCK OVER IT YOUR FEMALE BREASTS ARE
BREASTS ARE NOT SEXUAL ORGANS YOU INCONSIDERATE DICK!
Breasts are mammary organs, meaning their true and primary purpose is to nurse babies.
I’ll repeat that for the slow people in the class, you warthog-faced buffoon.
Breasts are mammary sacks. They are meant to feed babies, just like a cow’s udder. They aren’t sexual organs. They aren’t classified as such in biology texts (certainly none of the ones I checked out to answer this post)
Men have breasts, you pile of refuse. Their breasts are smaller than women’s, but they possess the same mammary glands and, properly stimulated, can produce milk. Men can get breast cancer. They can develop larger breasts due to excessive hormones. Their breasts are exactly like a women’s breast, except that since their testicles produce testosterone in high degree, they don’t have enough female hormones in their bodies to start lactating.
So, you pile of putrescence, you’re probably thinking, “If breasts aren’t sex organs then how come guys get horny looking at them and women get turned on by playing worth them, huh?”
The answers to both are so terribly simple that you might just be able to follow them if you pay attention, pig.
Men are enticed by breasts because they’re not allowed to see them. Women are sensitive because stimulation triggers two responses - bonding hormones and lactation.
In case you’re too simple to get this, I’ll break it down further for you. In cultures where breasts are viewed daily, they don’t do much to get a guy hot and bothered. There are hundreds of paintings from the renaissance period and earlier depicting women nursing babies, especially images of the Blessed Virgin nursing Christ, and none of these have ever been considered provocative, because that’s what boobs are for. Meanwhile, in cultures where everyone from baby sister to great-great grandma walk around topless because the weather will kill them otherwise, dudes don’t get raging erections every time they see a breast. They don’t find boobs enticing the way men do in America, where boobs are considered shameful and need to be hidden.
As for women getting aroused by their boobs being played with, you brainless donkey, a woman’s body responds to get nipples bring touched by flooding her body with bonding hormones that help her attach to get babies - you know, the people her breasts are actually supposed to be used by - and hormones that get her glands making milk. Also, please note that many women with large breasts don’t feel any stimulation when fondled, meaning they aren’t sensitive enough to get off on having their boobs played with.
Do me a favor and GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF YOU PURITANICAL ASS! My breasts are NOT SEXUAL ORGANS. They are lactation organs designed for my use and my baby’s use. Not for any man’s use or pleasure.
You inconsiderate space herpe.
This just in people cant tell the difference between genitalia and secondary sex traits
THANK YOU GENIUS SIDE OF TUMBLR.
I would also like to point out that men are also capable of getting aroused by having their nipples played with, so by that logic men should be covering up their nipples in public.