burqalicious:

if youre attractive and you talk to me first, chances are im very confused

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iguanabones:

first date ideas: show your date to everybody in town… wearing a salmon suit

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You know what else it costs to write about and talk about consent? I’m going to be super real with y’all. It has cost me the vast majority of my relationships with men. Not all at once, but eventually, over time, one by one. It was one sexist joke too many, it was one boundary-crossing-creep-defender over the line. It was the constant microaggressions or the combination of being privileged and defensive about it and unable or unwilling to do any better. Most grew weary of arguing about feminist issues, or about the fact that I wouldn’t let them just win those arguments, even though they usually had no idea what they were talking about. They couldn’t deal with the fact that I won’t allow anyone to say disparaging shit to and about me and mine. Or they won’t or can’t do better after I explain how to do better many many times and finally I have to peace out on them for my own safety. I have at present a tiny handful of guy friends. One I get into arguments with nearly every time we talk. I fear that relationship may go the way of most of my past relationships with subtly sexist men- away, that is to say. Which is really too fucking bad. Because the truth is, I don’t hate men- I hate male privilege. I really like men, shit, I love them actually, some of them. I miss having men friends, but not enough to let the mild misogyny slide. I have got to take care of me and mine. That’s where we clash, because I refuse to just smooth things over, to just let things go. They’re accustomed to deference and I’ve taught myself to drop that habit as best I can.
Guest Post: On the costs of talking about consent - Consent Culture (via dizzyingleaves)
shredsandpatches:

ceebleu:

This is a manuscript by Jean Le Joir, a French illuminator. He lived for most of the 13th century and had his daughter, Bourgot assist him with most of his illuminations or drawings.
I haven’t the faintest idea as to what this particular illumination was about, but I just find it beautiful. I was told it’s dated around 1350. For those of you who don’t know, an illuminator is someone who decorates a manuscript. They call them Illuminated Manuscripts. Typically they’re about Alchemy (from the ones I’ve seen) or religious ideals. Often times, they will mix the two together.I’m a novice at this stuff so. :D


Oh, I know this one! It’s the Three Living and the Three Dead, which is a pretty common motif in medieval illustrations. Three kings (or other important people) are out hunting when they encounter three dead guys just hanging out in the woods in various stages of decomposition. The kings unsurprisingly freak out, and the lead dead guy tells him to calm down, because he’s gonna look just like this someday.

shredsandpatches:

ceebleu:

This is a manuscript by Jean Le Joir, a French illuminator. He lived for most of the 13th century and had his daughter, Bourgot assist him with most of his illuminations or drawings.

I haven’t the faintest idea as to what this particular illumination was about, but I just find it beautiful. I was told it’s dated around 1350. 

For those of you who don’t know, an illuminator is someone who decorates a manuscript. They call them Illuminated Manuscripts. Typically they’re about Alchemy (from the ones I’ve seen) or religious ideals. Often times, they will mix the two together.

I’m a novice at this stuff so. :D

Oh, I know this one! It’s the Three Living and the Three Dead, which is a pretty common motif in medieval illustrations. Three kings (or other important people) are out hunting when they encounter three dead guys just hanging out in the woods in various stages of decomposition. The kings unsurprisingly freak out, and the lead dead guy tells him to calm down, because he’s gonna look just like this someday.

anartisticanomaly:

phantomcat94:

meefling:

You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me

I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me

I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.

aaliyah1979-2001:

Aries: stop jackin off
Taurus: hoe and not ashamed of it
Gemini: fake
Cancer: crybaby ass
Leo: BIG Bitch and u fuckin kno it. u love it dont u.
Virgo: ethereal and always SO busy
Libra: basic
Scorpio: u are sleepy and powerful.
Sagittarius: probably like drinkin some healthy shit. u look good as hell too.
Capricorn: bitter
Aquarius: clean ur fingernails
Pisces: stop bein so stingy an love urself

lonelyheartsdeathmetal:

musterni-illustrates:

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a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.

yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate

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humorprince:

foxyshy:

school nurse be like

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spockisinthetardis:

welcome-my-peasants:

Hey guys, you get it? It’s pumpkin pi.

GUYS

spockisinthetardis:

welcome-my-peasants:

Hey guys, you get it? It’s pumpkin pi.

GUYS

(Source: teenytinas)

irenigg:

metrogoon:

If you’d rather go to a club than a museum, you deserve to be unhappy.

museum? what the fuck is in a museum? they got bitches in museums? alive bitches?

lesliecrusher:

blanket apology to all the female celebrities i hated as a teenager because i was up to my eyeballs in internalized misogyny

(Source: diorpaint)

uchihafuck:

 
「Free!」 

0ffic3cha1r:

generalbooty:

yeah so i slept with this dude last night and idk we were chatting a bit  during the sexy time and for some reason his birthday came up and i was like “wait 25th of september? DUDE me TOO, wtf thats such a coincidence” and he was like “really? we have the same birthday? are u fuckin with me?” and i just looked down at his penis literally inside my vagina and was like “well technically yeah” and he was like haha nice one and high fived me

Get married