#have you seem michelles arms #she dont need no help carrying a mini fridge 

#he praises women to the high heavens in his music and y’all still don’t believe that he loved us#imma start a campaign called bi not gay#and another called pale not white#just for him (tags by @stankface, not me)

#white ppl just can’t accept that their precious white gay fav is actually an indian bi man and would slap you in the face if you thought oth#*otherwise#ppl praise british music for being the best but ignore that freddie brought his indian roots into it

Also ignored: Freddie was adopted.

Every goddamn time I see someone who feels shitty about having been adopted, I point out that they share a very important trait with one of the greatest rockers of all time. It never fails to cause a smile.

Adopted Indian bisexual man who lived successfully for years with HIV = in your face.

He was born Farrokh Bulsara, and his family fled Zanzibar as refugees. They were of the Zoroastrian faith. Persian, non-Christian, refugee bisexual with HIV.

The fact that I got to walk the planet at the same time he did is one of the major blessings of my life.

x

actual 5 year old

#3 is one of my Favorite Things.

Imagine little Tom in his blanket tent, playing with his toys, making explosion noises and all the different voices for his characters.

This is just plainly unacceptable.

Please don’t stop. :<

10.16.15

*snort*

this is your periodic reminder that old-timey medicines did not fuck around

Yeah that’d probably handle a cough.

“skillfully combined with a number of other ingredients” what else did they fucking put in there

This picture is the definition of “just fuck me up”

You can’t cough if you’re in a coma

You can’t cough if you’re in a coma

Why did I laugh so fucking hard….

*flails*

Lookit the veins in his arm…

Decriminalize SW

This is exactly what I meant when some swerf claimed that decriminalisation increases trafficking…like if you’re short sighted (metaphorically obv) and just look at the figures I guess you would come to that conclusion, but it’s fairly obvious that THIS^^^ is the reason why trafficking figures seem higher in decrim areas. Criminalising sex work helps no one but the egos of swerfs and religious fanatics. 

Also making immigration easier and cheaper decreases trafficking, and makes it possible for victims to get out of the abuse because they can go to the police and not fear deportation. For some it is better to be trafficked than to be deported. Imagine that, being that desperate for work that you turn to slave labor or forced sex-work. 

Trafficking is a structural problem not solved by microscale interventions.

He found his dogpelgänger. (via phelyan)

adulthood is realizing joey was the sweet guy and ross is a dick

Tom Hiddleston Week || Day 6

when you try to wave away a fly but it’s too slow and you feel it’s body brush up against your hand

wrong gif

that better be the wrong fucking gif or im kinkshaming you for eternity

Also, today is my parents’ anniversary!  They’ve been married for thirty-eight years, and together for forty.

I don’t want to preach, but if you are ever afraid because you are asexual.  If you have a relationship that isn’t based on romantic love.  Mom is asexual.  She also said no to my dad’s proposals three times because she wasn’t in love with him, and she was and still is repulsed by sex.

When Dad asked the fourth time, my mom broke down in tears.  Because she didn’t want to break his heart, because she still cared about him so damn much even if what she felt wasn’t romantic love.  Because the only reason she would have sex with him or anyone was because she wanted to have her own children.  And you know what?

Dad still wanted to be with her, from the time he was eighteen until they both were ready for the grave.  Because he didn’t want to ever be without his best friend in the whole damn world.  Mom meant that much to him.

I can count on one hand how many times my parents have ever kissed in front of me, and every time was on the cheek.  But their hugs are the most heartfelt you’ll ever see.  When they laugh together, you know there’s a deep love between them.  They truly are each other’s best friends.

So congrats, Mom and Dad!  For always being there for each other, for me and my brother, and for my husband and our friends.  You are both amazing, wonderful people, and I am so glad that you found one another.

Ace parents exist?! And are happy?! I feel so much better!! I never hear about happy settled grownup ace people!

Ace people can start a family and have children! Here it is from one child! Keep your head up, you aren’t doomed. You are perfect the way you are and you can start a family, if you want, there is someone out there.

He’s so proud.  

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im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.

Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.

The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.

And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’

Spoilers: that was exactly the case.

Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…

Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.

My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.

Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.

Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.

I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs).

There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable.

A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me. He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me.

A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl.

TRUST THE ANIMALS.

Facts.

Every pet I had as a child was always apprehensive/fearful of my abuser. Later on, as I got older, I would learn about the violent things he did to animals too. Things better left unsaid.

Suffice it to say, trust the animals.