For all of you being childish and sharing memes about how the internet will be the same if Net Neutrality is repealed; that isn’t the issue here. The issue is that 83% of the ENTIRE population was against this happening, yet it happened anyways.

The issue was that Ajit Pai was a former Verizon employee who was paid over $100 million from the telecom cooperation’s to repeal this, along with his two constituents. The issue is that the fate of the entire country was decided by 5 rich people and did not allow any hearing from the public.

The issue is that there were over 2 million identities stolen (including the identity of dead people) to post comments in favor of repealing Net Neutrality, 1.9 million of them which were confirmed fake and have legal investigation cases being opened on them for being fraud as well as identity theft.

The issue is that they were asked to halt this vote because of the illegal happenings so that they could have time to investigate it, INCLUDING Republican’s, and they were denied.

The issue is that when giving their ‘reasons’ as to why they thought repealing it was needed, they gave no VALID reasons and did not even acknowledge any of the reasons that the public was worried. In extension, they made no attempts to quell them, they just called us stupid. Instead they all made jokes and laughed, turning themselves into the victims for being rightfully criticized for being sellouts.

The issue is that they constantly poked fun at how idiotic they thought we were acting, even though we have legitimate, valid concerns. Even though we’re mostly concerned about those of us who have our livelihood’s of our businesses on the line, they instead pointed fun saying ‘we can still watch cat videos and share memes’ (legit something that was actually said in their ‘argument’ yesterday). And that was literally all they said. The issue is that there wasn’t even a ‘debate’, despite the corruption being brought to everyone’s attention, and the evidence of the American people not wanting this.

The issue is that this sets the stance that we are willing to let the cooperation’s or anyone with money do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it. This issue is more than just internet freedom. It’s about democracy. And if you can’t see that, you’re beyond help. #SaveNetNeutrality

Chris+Chris = Chris ²

I went to fool around on face morph but instead I unlocked a conspiracy 

#i cant believe chris hemsworth is a fusion

#the christal gems

STOP

So this has been stuck in my head ever since I heard it three days ago.

As a chick married to an ex-cop, I say this all the time to people close to me, but it bears repeating here: No cop is your friend after you’ve been detained.

Get rear ended by a drunk at a red light? That cop will direct traffic around your vehicle, document the accident, sure. Call animal control on your piece of shit neighbor? You’ve got a pretty good chance the officer who shows up helps out in a meaningful way.

But after you’ve been arrested, when a police officer says, “Just be honest with me and I’ll do the same.” or the old “Help me and I’ll help you.” Politely ask for a lawyer. Shake your head. Ignore them. Pretend you’re Hollywood royalty being asked for a selfie. “ …mmmm… Sorry, but no.”

Keep your mouth shut. Don’t do their work for them. Wait for a lawyer.

I worked as a police dispatcher for a year and a half, and I’d agree with this. My cops were generally nice people (and I say this having been on the wrong end of their sirens twice, once before and once after being hired), and they often helped in good ways… on the street. Not so much in the station. Generally speaking (and I know this is oversimplification and is worse in a lot of places but), it went like this:

On the street, you were considered as a person/citizen they have sworn to protect who may have made a mistake or done something wrong.

Once you were in the station, you were considered as a criminal. In the station you are the only one on your side.

Stay safe.

TV and film has you thinking that only guilty people ask for a lawyer. This is not true. The law is complex and difficult and confusing and if you’re being questioned by the police you’re not going to be in your best state of mind. A lawyer is your basic civil right and you should exercise that right. Keep silent, ask for a lawyer, take your legal advice.

Guilty people don’t ask for a lawyer, smart people do.

“Guilty people don’t ask for a lawyer, smart people do.”

My uncle was a cop. My uncle is the most down to earth, wouldn’t hurt a fly person in the world. I don’t think he even arrested a single person ever, that wasn’t his job on the force. His advice? Get a fucking lawyer. Never say a damn word. A cop knows how to twist your words around and make you even doubt yourself. They know damn well how to make you feel guilty by getting a lawyer. YOU need to know that it’s SMART to get a lawyer. Get a lawyer.

People can be convinced that they committed a non-existant crime in three hours.

Don’t say shit. Get a lawyer.

GUYS???????

THIS IS FUCKING 23H AGO PLEASE DONT JUST LIKE THIS,

HERE IS THE NATIONAL SEX TRAFFICKING NUMBER FOR THE US; +1 (888) 373-7888 I RECOMMEND YOU CALL THEM IMMEDIATELY

THEY REALLY SAID DIAL 911 IF ITS AN EMERGENCY WHAT/?

I just looked up her username to see if she was ok, and her snapchat story was updated an hour ago to say “kennedi will be fine with me, she will come home next month or during the summertime” wtf.

i just saw and im so scared??? what the fuck is happening??

guys please make this post more widely known!!!! i dont live in the US, i dont think there’s much i can do but im begging you to all reblog this!!

-mod jack ❄❄❄

I ALSO WOULD LIKE TO SAY I TEXTED HER SNAPCHAT AND THERE WAS NO REPLY, BUT IT SAYS IT WAS OPENED

so this is real?

why would u think it’s not real?

wtf has anyone contacted snapchat about this?

Okay I went and checked this out because I wasn’t sure how old it was. The “she’ll be fine with me” update was 7 HOURS AGO. it is 12:55am EST on March 12, 2017 right now. her name is Kennedi High, she’s 16, from Baltimore, autistic, and the authorities believe she may be in California. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE FOLLOWERS FROM BALTIMORE AND CALI. SHE HAS BEEN MISSING FOR ALMOST FOUR DAYS AND MAY HAVE ALREADY BEEN SOLD AND/OR TRANSFERRED ELSEWHERE.

ALSO: if you decide to add the account to look at the message in her story for yourself, please BLOCK the account IMMEDIATELY afterwards. They have already been reported to Snapchat HQ, and blocking will keep the traffickers from being able to find you, as long as you do it pretty much as soon as you see it.

PLEASE SPREAD THIS!!!! ANY BALTIMORE FRIENDS PLEASE CALL BPD!!!

Here’s a link to the news: http://foxbaltimore.com/news/local/missing-16-year-old-girl-believed-to-be-in-baltimore

A missing 16-year-old girl was last seen in the area of Falls Road and Hillside Road around 3 p.m. on March 8, police confirm.

According to police, Kennedi High was last seen wearing black pants, a white shirt, a black puff coat, black Ugg boots and red glasses. The National Center For Missing & Exploited Children (NCMEC) released two photos of the missing teen on Thursday, noting that she was still believed to be in the Baltimore area.

High is described as being 5’7” tall and approximately 120 pounds.

Here’s what she looks like to keep an eye out BALTIMORE COUNTY!!!

Anyone in this area please look out!

Signal boost this! This is current information.

“Humans are weird” idea

It seems to always be the case that aliens have names that are “unpronounceable by the human tongue.”  But, y’know, humans are actually really good mimics.  We can do impressions of anything, and some of us are really good at it.  What if that was a special skill of ours that was constantly surprising the aliens?

Alien talks about human like s/he’s not there, only to be shocked when its own language comes out of that strange little mouth.

Alien can’t figure out WHAT that noise onboard is, only to find human crewmate pranking it.  (“As soon as he leaves, I’m gonna do the sound of a failing hover engine, okay?  Just see where he looks first!”)

Alien hears a different noise and a thud, then “Sorry, I tripped.”  (”But you squeaked.”  “Yeah, didn’t mean to.  Sounded kinda dumb.”)

Alien is alarmed to hear the sound of two Dangerous Animals coming from the containment room.  Thinks the one has multiplied.  Runs in, find human yowling back at it.  (“It seemed lonely, so I was talking to it.  Reminds me of a cat I had once.”)

The away team is threatened by a Large Animal protecting its young.  Alien Captain knows what to do.  Shoves the human up front and points.  “Make the noises that the little ones are making.  This is your time to shine.”

Rest in peace, little Jor

(This post is from my old account, which I deleted. It happened a year ago, but the message is still the same, so I will reblog it again in his memory. If this can help anyone, It will be worth it)

For everyone that didn’t know me before hand, this little cuddle thing here is my boy, Jormundgandr.

Jor perished two days ago. There’s nothing that we could do to help him, I’m not asking for “likes” or “follows”, but I want to explain his story. I adopted him when he was barely 30cm long. He was a Python Regius, a specie around 165cm in his adulthood. He was a baby, but even then most people considered him dangerous. Because he was a snake. Because snakes have no feelings. Because pythons are stressed easily. Almost everybody told me to keep him in his terrarium almost constantly, but it seemed unfair to me. Instead of keeping the terrarium in the humidity and heat necessary to him, I heated the entire room, so Jor could roam all over the place. His favorite spots were in my lap when I was reading or around my headbed when we were sleeping. 

The first time I put him in the bureau to sleep, he grabbed a plushie and threw it to the ground. Hearing the noise, I went to see what happened, and immediately he leaped right into my arms, so I had to put him in my headrest. It being summer in my city, the temperature was adequate to him, so I promptly began to go everywhere with him, as he wouldn’t let go of my hair or clothes.

I travelled with him in the subway, went to the bank, to the supermarket, to take a drink… He usually went around my neck like a necklace or entangled himself in my hair or around my ponytail.

While I sat, he would cuddle with me. Most people were curious about a snake in the subway or in a café, but instead of becoming stressed, as he had been in the streets since a baby, he let everyone pet and grab him, sometimes even prompting himself strangers to initiate the contact. His behaviour towards me was very expressive. He recognized me out of everyone. When he was sleepy, he came to me. When he was thirsty, he told me. Sometimes he didn’t want people to pet him and he literally jumped into my arms. Jor didn’t like people touching his head, but let me kiss him on the mouth every time I was very happy or a bit nostalgic. He promptly began to sense my mood-swings and came over to me when I was a bit sad. But the most surprising was the time he sneaked on my (pun intended) friend’s cat. He saw him and wanted to play. Of course, the feline scratched him, playfully. But he didn’t bite, he didn’t attack, only curled himself up very scared. We went running to the vet, and he was fine, only a bit scratched. Only then the man noticed a little bite in his neck, from the mice that he was supposed to eat. He was so fucking docile that his own food attacked him instead of the opposite! But his scales were very bright, sign of healthy and happiness, the wounds cured quickly. But that wasn’t the surprise. When I entered the room where jor was being examined, he was curled in a little ball of misery, and then I approached him, crying. When the snake sensed my touch, uncurled, stretched his neck and deposited his little mouth to my lips, as he ever did when he felt my sadness. Jor made this same movement every time he saw me cry… And not only this. He ate with me, bathed with me, and even slept with me. Three different vets said to me that jormundgander was convinced I was his mom. In the last comic convention in my city, where I had a little shop, he came and stayed with me all day.

He was on the table, playing with the merchandise, cuddling with people and letting us dress him in little cosplays.

When tired he would simply hide in my mobile case for an hour or so and then came out again (unless there was a cat, he was terrified of them after the incident).

That day he decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble to drink from a bottle cap and began to drink directly from my lips. But a few days ago, he couldn’t breathe. Only then we found out that the little bite in his neck had healed, but let a minor infection inside him that expanded to his lungs. He was so happy all the time that his scales never faded as it happens with sick serpents and none suspected anything. And even when he was dying, with me crying as I held him in my arms, even when he was barely moving and didn’t let anyone touch him (when capable of moving), he cuddled in my lap, searching with his head to touch my skin and made little movements as if to say that he was fine. So for all the dickhead people outta here that think those animals are dangerous by birth, that they had no feelings nor are they capable of getting attached. What about all the cuddling, the baths, the shiny scales? The kisses when I was sad? Am I supposed to believe that this all was a misinterpretation? That what all the fucking people around me saw was an illusion? So I will only say one thing to everyone that says and thinks that snakes have no sentiments: That’s BULLSHIT! Maybe his feelings are way more primitive than ours, or that of dogs, but those are feelings nonetheless, and they matter. So this is the story of Jormurgander, the evidence that if you show your love to them since youth, they will return your feelings, and will be as loyal and lovely as any other pet.

Rest in peace, little Jor. I’m sure noone that has met you in your life will forget you.

First off, I’m so sorry that you’ve lost your snake. Normally I wouldn’t do this. Normally I wouldn’t invade somebody’s grief with an agenda, but what’s gone on here is very much a cautionary tale and I’d be frankly remiss if this gets traction with so much misinformation about snakes. I don’t want somebody to see this post and do what you did. This post poses a danger to other first-time snake owners. Everything you did, everything you did for your snake was dangerous. The sad fact is that this wouldn’t have happened if you had followed the care sheets and paid attention to the natural history and lifestyle of the species you chose to own. Instead, you treated him like an animal he is not- a human. I don’t doubt for one instant the love you had for your snake, but there’s a reason he died young and that reason was totally avoidable errors in husbandry. You literally loved your snake to death. Everything in your story is dangerous to snakes. Everything. I was hoping that much of it was exaggerated because had you really seen three vets who knew anything about reptiles, they would have told you that what you were doing was dangerous.

Let’s start with your basic husbandry. Ball pythons are from tropical Africa. They need high humidity and warm ambient temperatures. I really don’t think your room could support that. The warm end of his thermogradient needed to be a constant 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Can you honestly tell me you maintained 60% humidity and 95 degree temperatures in your bedroom? There’s a reason we keep ball pythons in terraria. It’s so we can provide safe and healthy microclimates for them. It’s so that we can control their world so that they are healthy. By forcing your snake to sleep with you and interact with you so constantly, you were taking away his ability to choose what part of a regulated microclimate he was existing in; you were forcing him to exist in this strange, uncomfortably dry world. I don’t know if you ever kept him in his terrarium- you didn’t say- but I do know that forcing him to sleep with you (instead of letting him roam around a nice big terrarium as a nocturnal animal would like to do) was extremely unhealthy. I’m going to guess that even though you say it was summer where you were he was chilly most of the time. And uncomfortable. Most of the time ball pythons like to climb, but you say he was constantly on you, cuddling. The cuddling? That’s not cuddling. When humans touch, it triggers a wave of oxytocin, the “bonding hormone.” It makes us feel good and happy.

Snakes don’t produce oxytocin.

What was happening was that you were warm. Your body temperature is 98.6 degrees, which is very cosy for a ball python. He wasn’t hugging you, he was leaching your body heat.

You taking him out in public was dangerous as well. What if some café owner had seen him and panicked and called Animal Control? Even if he’s an emotional support animal (which you did not mention him being), you don’t actually have the legally protected right to take him anywhere except on an airplane. He could have gotten sick from all the public contact. You say he wasn’t stressed, but how do you know? What do you think the stress behaviors of a ball python are?

It was also dangerous to ever allow him around a cat. Cats have gram-negative bacteria in their saliva. This gets under their claws and multiplies as they groom. Gram-negative bacteria have a protective layer that makes it harder for the immune system to fight off. As for his mice biting him… Why weren’t you feeding him frozen prey? Did you try? Let me guess, he refused to eat the frozen mice. He wasn’t not eating because he was docile, he wasn’t eating because he was constantly stressed. Snakes don’t eat when they’re scared or uncomfortable with their environment.

The shiny scales? Your snake had stuck shed. It’s not healthy for a snake to have a stuck shed. Stuck sheds are a sign of improper humidity or temperatures.

The baths were also a mistake. Snakes can’t thermoregulate like we do, so whatever temperature the water is at is what they’re stuck with. And we humans tend to run water much hotter than a snake is comfortable with. In general, you shouldn’t run the water for a snake’s bath (which should only happen rarely and when necessary- like if they have a stuck shed or crawled through their poop) any warmer than lukewarm- it should only feel mildly warm on the inside of your wrist. Tub cleaning chemicals and the chemicals in soap are also toxic to snakes, and if he consumed any of the water, even by accident, he could have fallen ill- which could have contributed to his demise.

And now I need to tell you about anthropomorphism, which is the primary reason I’m reblogging this post. Bad husbandry is correctible, but what’s really dangerous here is this mindset that your snake is as emotionally sophisticated as you think he is. Snakes don’t feel love. They can’t. They’re physically incapable of feeling love. They have emotions- aggression, curiosity, comfort- but they don’t love. You have attributed distinctly human emotions to an animal that literally does not have the brain structure or hormonal presence to feel these things. Even a mammal wouldn’t display many of the behaviors you attribute to this snake’s conscious decisions. Snakes can’t read your mind. They can maybe pick up on some body language- if you’re big and threatening, the snake will be scared, for instance, but he wasn’t picking up on your mood swings. He was just a snake doing snakey things. But by reading into his behavior with these human emotions, you created this image of a snake in your mind that’s more akin to the behavior of a snake in a fantasy novel. Snakes have emotions, but not the ones attributed in this post.

That snake didn’t think you were his mum. Ball pythons have no interactions with their parents post-hatching and there’s no evidence that they even recognize their parents. Snakes scatter pretty quickly because adult snakes of many species will eat baby snakes. I don’t actually believe that three vets told you in earnest that you were his mum- and if they did, I’d like their names so that the reptile community can know that these vets support dangerous anthropomorphism and make their veterinary choices accordingly. Responsible vets would never tell you that it’s ok to free-roam a ball python in a bedroom.

The kisses? Weren’t kisses. They were just your snake booping you with his face. My snake does that too and it’s not because he loves me, it’s because my mouth smells interesting and he’s curious. Snakes are gloriously curious and that’s part of the charm of owning one- to see how their natural behaviors allow them to thrive in our care. That’s if we provide what they need for their existence. There are millions of happy, healthy pet ball pythons in this world and none of them are sleeping with their owners. Instead, they’re living in terraria. They’re not jumping into their owners’ arms or kissing them on the lips; they’re engaging in natural behaviors in an unnatural environment and exploring things to satisfy their own curiosity, not your emotional needs.

So, yes. This was a misinterpretation. This was you placing human emotions on a snake. Everybody makes mistakes, but I just feel that had you read a single care sheet and thought for a moment about why the widely-accepted care practices are so widely accepted, this tragedy would not have happened. I hope you take this into consideration before buying another animal because keeping a snake this way will only end in the same emotionally devastating results. I know this hurts to hear- I know you really, truly loved your snake and you did what you thought was best for him. But sometimes what we think is the best because of our emotions isn’t the best for their care. Their physical well being depends on us. They can’t make choices about their care- they are pets. They don’t have that agency. It’s up to us as pet owners to do what’s right, and sometimes that means putting our emotions and desires aside for the sake of their physical health. Trust me, nobody knows that better than me. I lived this.

This is Kaiju. The love of my life. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.

She’s an Argentine black and white tegu, and I thought that I could free-roam her safely and happily. I set things up so that she had humid hides, hot spots, everything. This decision was made with what I thought was her best interest in mind- I thought that because she’s a big, active lizard that free-roaming would be good for her.

And then I saw this.

And I almost threw up when I did. This is an x-ray of Rex, a tegu who had been free-roamed for much longer than Kaiju. His owners treated him like a king- they gave him what he wanted to eat and let him roam and live with them like part of the family. But this took a toll on Rex, a price paid by his arthritic joints and digestive system and kinked spine. A price he could have paid with his life. I knew then that even though I was trying so hard to take good care of my baby, she was going to suffer if I kept things up. So I went out and got an enclosure and got honest with myself about what she really needed and got over my own ego and ideas to provide what was best for her, not me.

I’m so sorry to be the bearer of this bad news, but it’s the truth. We choose to bring these animals into our home; we take them and we make them ours, and providing the proper environment for them to thrive is the least we can do. This is truly the danger of anthropomorphism; when you start attributing these impossible emotions to your pets, you run the risk of forgetting who and what they really are.

I’m really sorry for your loss, OP, but I’m afraid @kaijutegu is completely right. Everything you did for your snake out of misplaced love killed it. Even in the few pictures you’ve provided, I see layers of layers of stuck shed, he’s covered in bite marks from his mice, he’s horridly underweight… The thing is? I do the things I do for my ball python out of love. It’s because I love Kirill like a son that I keep him in his enclosure, that I neurotically check his temperature and humidity, that I feed him frozen/thawed and I don’t touch him AT ALL for days after he eats, because I know what I want and what he needs are often different things.

If you’d taken your bap to even one reputable herp vet, they would have torn you a new one for the horrible husbandry practices you’ve been doing. You’ve consistently put your desires over the snake’s wellbeing - you had a narrative in your head about how he ‘really liked’ this or that, with no idea what he chemically is capable of feeling, let alone what his species actually needs. In spirit, this is very similar to vegan humans putting their cats on a vegan diet, and telling everyone how much little kitkit loves her tofu as the kitten slowly starves to death.

Please, don’t pat yourself on the back for doing a service to the public image of snake owners, or snakes-as-pets. You’ve been parading around a sick and dying animal and letting gross strangers put their germy hands all over him. If you love your animals this deeply and this passionately, you need to be doing what is best for them, not what makes you feel the best. You had zero experience in the care and keeping of an exotic animal, and you ignored the advice of every expert in favor of what you wanted. And now you don’t have your friend anymore. And yes, that loss really sucks - but it sucks more for your snake, who was robbed of a happy, healthy life.

@why-animals-do-the-thing

I’m gonna bring this back - we’ve shared it before - even though it’s often a catalyst for drama. It’s that important. Yes, it’s a harsh set of responses to a death - but so many people were sharing the original post for the warm fuzzies and accidentally perpetuating husbandry myths that would kill so many more snakes. I stand by @kaijutegu in how this was written; even if I often phrase things a little more gently, this is exactly what I would have wanted to say in response to this post.

Here’s the post referenced recently. Apparently I can’t spell names from Norse mythology from memory, oops.

i hate math tests because all throughout the chapter it’s like really easy shit and then you think you’ve got it and then the test is like 

if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one human soul 

A Human soul is worth $660,326.82 according to “The devil went down to Georgia” where the Devil offers a fiddle of gold as an equal bet against a soul.

assuming a fiddle weighs about 450 grams and is primarily made out of spruce and maple. The density of spruce is 0.43 g/cm3, and the density of maple is 0.6 g/cm3. As an estimation, we’ll just average these and suppose that the average density of the material of a violin is 0.515g/cm3. so If the Fiddle weighs 450 g and has a density of 0.515 g/cm3, that means that the volume of the wood of the Fiddle is 873.8 cm3. Our hypothetical golden prize had gold in lieu of wood. So 873.8 cm3 of gold weighs 16.9 kg — almost forty pounds! — or 543.3 troy ounces. 

Since the selling price of gold today is $1215.40 per ounce that gives us our value, but as for cupcakes it’s a little harder, most cupcakes sell for $2.50 to $4.00 at a bake shop, so let’s average that to $3.25, some simple division and we get our answer

Pedro can buy 203,177 cupcakes and have $1.56 left over.

when the fuck did i do this? i have no memory of this

this post haunts me because i still don’t remember this and now once a week i get an ask asking me if i’m the guy that figured out how much blood it would take to forge a sword

For all the space aces out there

(image is of a purple and white tie dye background with stars, and purple text “space ace” overlaid in a Star Wars-style font)

BIG PHOTOSETS FOREVER FOR THEY ARE MUCH HARDER TO IGNORE / a lot of these don’t have hi-res versions available, but i still want to post them

This was not an exaggeration. The government ignored the issue of HIV/AIDS for years before anything was done. Gay and Queer communities had to form their own clinics because no government agencies cared for them. Back then, being diagnosed was equivalent to a death sentence or extreme debt and poor quality of life/a significantly shortened lifespan.

Things got so desperate that people literally had “Die-Ins”— in contemporary usage this refers to masses of people simulating death in order to protest something (like the War in Iraq). In this case, however, fatally sick people would literally lie down in public places and protest with what little energy they had left until they died. There is some footage of a church Die-In in the documentary Beyond Stonewall.  The middle image here of that person’s jacket is not an extreme political statement; it’s what people had to do because they had no other options.

wow.

never forget

queer politics aren’t all hrc t-shirts and shiny lobbying. So many people have already forgotten this extremely recent history.

And this is still not over. HIV rates in the US are going up among young, gay men of color — almost half are expected to be infected within their lifetime at this point — and there isn’t even solid data on HIV in the trans community, but it’s off the scales, percentage-wise. 

I can not say this enough: HIV is an intersectional issue. It became a pandemic because it hit at the intersection of homophobia and racism, because it affects the poorest, most vulnerable people. It plays into our culture’s fucked up issues around sex and drugs.

And the kicker is, while there’s no cure, there are incredibly effective HIV medications. People living with HIV who have access to good healthcare and medications have the same expected lifespan as people who aren’t infected. And with proper care and treatment, the amount of virus in a person’s bloods and semen drops to nearly none and because of that, people become significantly less likely to infect others, even if they have unprotected sex.

This is why health care reform matters. This is why sex education and access to reproductive health services matter. Without them, people die.

(General note, I work in HIV education and am always happy to answer HIV-related questions people might have if I’m able. My ask box is always open and anon is on like 95% of the time.)

‘Set in an alternate present-day where humans, orcs, elves, and fairies have been co-existing since the beginning of time. Bright is genre-bending action movie that follows two cops from very different backgrounds. Ward (Will Smith) and Jakoby (Joel Edgerton), embark on a routine patrol night and encounter a darkness that will ultimately alter the future and their world as they know it.’

YO THIS LOOKS BALLER

MODERN FANTASY

URBAN FANTASY

BLACK PEOPLE IN FANTASY Y’ALL SHOW UP AND SHOW OUT

My favorite thing from the internet today.

this gem needs to be documented too