she took the midnight train going anywhere

Who wants to hear how I rekted a straight boys ego in gym class today? Because in really fucking proud rn

*is waiting*

*cracks knuckles* okay nerds listen the fuck up.

So I’m in a special gym class for the swim team, so it’s coed with the boys and girls swim team for my school. It’s leg day, and I was setting up my rack for squats. Now I don’t usually go hard in gym because I don’t fucking care and I’m a 3 season athlete, I don’t actually need extra fuxking exercise. I only put maybe 10 pounds on the bar, and this fucking twig looking punk ass comes from fucking nowhere and starts laughing. Mind you I’m taller than fucking everyone in this class, I towered over this twerp. I ask him why he’s laughing, and he says, WITH A STRAIGHT FACE, “Women are so weak” and I almost decked his ass right then but I bite my tongue. For no fucking reason he decided to continue, “Why are women even in sports, they can’t do anything! What’s your max, 50 pounds?” And all his friends are laughing and telling him how cool this he is. So I challenge him to a squatting challenge, I want to see how much weight he can squat. He’s all reluctant now, saying how that wasn’t safe for me, how I might hurt myself, but my swim coach comes from behind and says she would like to see it so he’s like “Fine, whatever, if you get hurt it ain’t my fault.”

He proceeds to put fucking 100 pounds on, my ass is trying not to laugh because wow that’s “a lot”, and the whole time he is struggling, groaning and making gross ass male noises, and only got 4 reps in. He sets it back on the rack and looks at me with this fucking smirk, surrounded by his douche group, and omg I’m about to just drop kick his ass, and he does that stupid hand motion towards the rack. I walk over and my team members ask me how much I want. I tell them to double it. Everyone stops and my coach is smiling cause she knows how much I can squat. My teammates are like “… Are you sure?” And I tell them how I’m fucking ready. So they put 100 more pounds on, making it now 200 pounds, and I tell them to back off. I then walk over and add 50 more pounds, the whole time looking at this white trash. He looks like a dead man, crusty lookin ass about to pass out. The bar now has 250 pounds, and I get 15 reps in. I set it down and I walk up to him, not having broken a sweat, and just pat him on the cheek before continuing on with my workout. My teammates are all freaking out, telling me how cool that was and how they never knew, but the boys team looks like they’re going to cry. I’m really fucking sore but I regret nothing.

That’s the story how I went up in weight for my squat with the pure determination of breaking up fuckbois dreams @ask-elizabeth-holly-hamilton

Okay I was looking back on this because we were maxing today and my coach said that wasn’t my max and I’m like??? What, and I realized I never accounted for the bar, so that makes total weight was 295.

@lady-lazar-us

This is what a real, qualified OBGYN will tell you about what women feel when they get an abortion

Dr. Willie Parker, who is trained as a gynecologist and OBGYN, is a hero for the pro-choice movement because he’s honest about the undiscussed aspects of getting (or not getting) an abortion. Watch how he gives a consultation.

That last statement about regret is so important, because so many people don’t understand what it is or what causes it. Anti-choicers exploit this by manipulating pregnant people and creating doubt, which only increases the likelihood of regret, no matter what decision the pregnant person makes. You know what is best for you, even if it takes some time to figure it out.

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@picster05 someone unlocked my sense of humor and I'm losing who I am

I installed a ‘Relationship Saving Station’ at Ikea to help keep couples from fighting.

Dear beloved GeekyCon community,

After GeekyCon 2016, we announced that we were giving GeekyCon a one-year hiatus so that we could figure out how best to produce this event. Our dream for GeekyCon started as (and continues to be) that of a community experience that revolves around the way story impacts and enriches our lives, and we felt sure we could figure out how to achieve that vision.

So, when we said we’d be back in 2018, we meant it. We know GeekyCon to be a home-like environment unlike any other fandom event, but faced with shrinking audiences and increased competition for other multi-fandom conventions, we had been having a hard time communicating what that meant. And if you can’t tell someone what something is, they have no reason to spend their time or effort or money on it.

Unfortunately, it has become clear that there is not an immediate way forward for this event. We must suspend it until further notice.

This means there is no event in 2018, and we know that is incredibly disappointing (and even heartbreaking to its creators). But we have spent seven months having countless conversations inside Mischief, and hearing the feedback of our GeekyCon ambassadors. That feedback has been immeasurably helpful, but also constructive: all of us together have still not been able to figure out how to make GeekyCon a success, as fervently as we dream of its continuation and its growth. There are a lot of factors why. They include:

We have learned so much from GeekyCon. The core of characteristics that made GeekyCon unique — celebrating content and community, inclusion and industry, and passion above it all — is now part of every event we produce.

We aren’t ruling out the possibility that, as we fine-tune a community-based model of convention, we discover how to truly make GeekyCon work, and we write you again with good news in the future. We just can’t responsibly commit to it right now.

The community that has come from GeekyCon is incredibly empowering. We hope it continues, and we thank you for the energy, spirit, passion, creativity, and joy that you bring to it.

We are so sorry for the disappointing news. I, personally, will miss GeekyCon very much: it was a place that helped define the values that make Mischief what it is, and walking around it always felt like home. I will continue to be incredibly proud of what we as a community produced there, and hope that, one day, we can go there again.

With love, Melissa Anelli CEO, Mischief Management

Thank you for the memories Thank you for the smiles Thank you just for helping out To get me through the miles

You have mattered to me from the End, the the Start.

Thank you Geeky, you made me wanna sing ❤

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dark hozier take me to hell

Chaotic neutral hozier take me to lunch

I am deceased

minor update:

Put this in the Met

From hence forth I will use Monty Python skits to portray my frustrations with this years elections

“When I started my musical career, I was a maid,” she told the audience. “I used to clean houses. My parents, my mother was a proud janitor. My stepfather, who raised me like his very own, worked at the post office and my father was a trash man — they all wore uniforms. And that’s why I stand here today in my black and white and I wear my uniform to honor them.”

I wanna go hiking w Shia LaBeouf I feel like he would listen to all my problems and tell me everything is going to be okay and then throw a rock at me

There is an entire song about why it’s a bad idea to go into the woods with shia labeouf

when you find out a thing you like is gay

Insulin street art-spotted in Chelsea, NY

Well, basically, yeah.

I mean, I suspect that is exactly what happened here.