*drops something* well i guess thats there now
fucking god bless my anthropology teacher cause he said “A lot of people have the wrong idea about Feminism. They think butch haircut, man hating crazy people. Guys out there, if you believe a woman should be treated equally and paid equally for doing the same work you do, congratulations you’re a feminist. ” fucking thank you
I hope you realize that this teacher made a huge deal out of seperating you from the women who are the backbone of feminism, always have been. Those butch lesbians, man hating “crazy” people have fought tooth and nail for every scrap of right that you currently enjoy.
What have you done lately except for parroting your misogynistic teacher’s ideas? What has he ever done except incite women against each other?
I hope next time he even says the word butch his tongue rots in his mouth. And I sincerely hope you will not let yourself be poisoned by the man any longer.
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If you want to know anything about Black and Pink, ask me!Indian Census counts transgender people for the first time, finds half a million
The first ever count of India’s transgender population has found nearly 500,000 who were prepared to say they were transgender in filling out census papers – though activists say the real number may be far higher.
I hope this helps widen the world’s sometimes super-white reading of trans folks and their partners/community - this is so interested to read. Boyfriend and I are both not white so I’m always excited to read about intersections of gender identity and race!
Of the half-million who identified as trans, over a tenth of them were children under six who were counted by their parents! So awesome!
just thought it might be relevant to mention that the reason many of these trans people were excluded from the census in the first place was because of the transphobia and overall queerphobia deeply instilled in colonial south asia by british colonists. not because of ‘dirty ignorant indians’ as many white queer people may assume. this is a huge victory for india in overcoming its postcolonial conditionings.
(Source: projectqueer)And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard. —"Why Don’t the Unemployed Get Off Their Couches?" and Eight Other Critical Questions for Americans (via seriouslyamerica)
getting spoken to as if i’m straight by straight people who assume everyone is straight, subsequently feeling like the world’s most useless and irritated secret agent
If you say disabled people deserve to get paid less than minimum wage then you are saying disabled people don’t deserve to have a home, or adequate food, water, heat, and medical care, a phone, or assistive devices, or weather appropriate clothing, or to provide all of these things for their children, etc. We can’t even afford all of this to begin with on a minimum wage job (or SSI benefits), and yet they want to pay us even less than that.
In a word: yep.
untapped aesthetic: surrealist jock
a varsity jacket but it has three arms and it’s melting
your football shoulder pads have grass growing out of them and they constantly hum
you shove nerds not into lockers, but into other planes of existence. your football is always singing, singing, singing. the astroturf changes colors beneath you, and whispers the name of every person you’ve ever loved.
Remus and Harry make me so sad. Think about the first time Harry met Remus, on the Hogwarts Express. Remus is staring at this teenager, this boy that is so painfully Lily and James’ son. In another life he would have been ‘Uncle Remus’, swinging by every Sunday for supper, babysitting Harry with Sirius. Instead he’s a complete stranger.
RIGHT IN THE HEART
Reaction: touching my threat choking out “oh no, why God, help” as I fell sideways onto the bed.
- fandom please I implore you all to talk about Dean Thomas more
- literally yelling for a red card during a Quidditch match
- painting a potter for president banner for his friend HOW CUTE
- offering to forge a signature so that same friend could go to the village with the rest of them
- actually he paints banners supporting Harry on two separate occasions four years apart
- is it weirder that he keeps doing that or that Harry keeps getting himself into situations where he requires banners
- good with a quill be still my beating heart the boy is an artist
- literally not giving a single fuck that their teacher was a “dangerous half-breed” because he respected the hell out of him as a person and educator
- IF YOU MEAN PROFESSOR LUPIN, HE WAS THE BEST WE EVER -
- and he grew up as a muggle so he had already been exposed to werewolf folklore and he had every excuse to be afraid or prejudiced and instead decided to judge him on a human level, even without the familiarity the trio etc. had to him
- standing up for that same teacher time and time again
- including to a ministry official who he just generally gave the sass to anyway
- never losing his faith in Harry even when his very best friend in the whole world and approximately 89% of the wizarding community basically thought the bloke was a nutjob
- convincing his best mate to join DA
there was a fair bit of an anti-dean sentiment in HBP best to ignore that then
- never having any animosity towards his friend for getting together with his ex-girlfriend so soon
- completely supporting and defending Harry while on the run because OBVIOUSLY why stop now after seven years of doing literally that at every single opportunity
- being completely bemused by but always kind towards Luna
- helping to dig the grave on the beach
- running out into the final battle without a fucking wand
- evidently winning one at some point
- everything to do with him and Seamus however you want to view their relationship but frankly I could do a whole other post on that
also I met Alfie once and he was so pretty
- dEAN THOMAS
#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene
I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.
Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right now
Say something, make my day
Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE.
#this is a harry potter blog #seriously any profession that turns out a kid like hermione #must be utterly terrifying #neville finds out it involves rearranging people’s teeth with wires and drills #and drugs and scrapy knives #and is like AHA #I KNEW IT#I KNEW THEY WERE TERRIFYING #hermione granger: horrifying storm of a girl since day one #(so do the muggles have to be hunted down for that or does the government assign you targets) he asks her one day #she squints at him for a long time #’they volunteer’ she says eventually #neville shivers #muggles are HARDCORE
Including tags because oh my fucking god.
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Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
I secretly like it when you’re having sex with someone and they look up at the ceiling with concentration like you are a math problem and they want to solve you."For This You Have No Reason," Catherine Pierce
In Sacramento, a Virgin Mary has begun spilling
blood from its stone eyes. Articles offer theories:
a prank, a rusting mineral. There is no explanation,
I say over and over, my heart tensed like a fist. Once,
at Chez la Mer, I watched a magician turn silver coins
into yellow fin tuna while diners oohed. When the room
shuddered with calls for the big reveal, I ducked
outside, humming to cover the sound of the secret.
Here are facts: the dog gone for a decade makes
its way to Arizona and finds its family still pining,
now joy-struck. The wooden Christ in St. Stephen’s
Cathedral grows hair, and is groomed every year
before Easter. A friend’s father saw three UFOs
zoom into a lit triangle, then shoot to far
corners of the lake-dark sky. He was not a man
who lied. For years I found playing cards facedown
on sidewalks, and each was the jack of hearts—
absurd, but I swear this is true. Here, each face said,
for this you have no reason. Each new finding shores up
something always close to collapse inside my ribs.
Let these strangenesses be like the impossible lizard’s
tail: gone forever, because how could it be otherwise,
and then reappearing, iridescent and blood-warmed,
because how could it be otherwise?
I just saw a green light falling from the sky. For this you have no reason.One of the most durable paradoxes of white supremacy - the idea that those who are closest to an experience of oppression are its least credible witnesses. —
Walter Johnson, Soul by soul: life inside the antebellum slave market
This is the type of violence, from microaggressions to epistemic violence to emotional/physical violence to enslavement/genocide, that gets justified by asserting that the oppressor is “objective” and “logical” and thereby “credible.” As if there is objectivity in choosing to oppress. As if the emotions of entitlement, indifference, greed or hatred aren’t involved.(via gradientlair)
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