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‘louis should go to therapy’ and ‘louis should work on himself’ and ‘louis deserves better than lestat’ are for the boring, conventional yellow bellied normies. i sincerly hope he gets worse. i hope he sells everyone he loves and cares for down the river for lestat’s radioactive dick. i hope he turns into the most predatory vampire akasha accused him of being and i hope he does it with a twinkle in his eyes

Oh mother! Yes.

Don't mind me. Just manifesting the Hannibal AU Christmas movie I need in my life.

This is the best thing I’ve ever seen

Everyone deserves the opportunity to dress their best. That’s why I’m so glad to be able to share Tommy Hilfiger’s innovative #TommyAdaptive collection with you. #TommyPartner

I know this is very important for people with disabilities and such but all I’m thinking is “Oh this is where super heroes get their shirts from.”

my mom’s arthritis makes buttons so hard for her omg 

Oh man that would be so nice for me, too, honestly. Buttons against my skin make me crazy with my autism. But fake buttons I might be able to do!

This is why we need diversity in design, these answer SO MANY problems that some people face every single day.

And now that we have them, who else would just enjoy these things? Who would use them to solve a problem they have with some activities? Or in some outfits?

Gawd I love diversity

Cliff from “Death Stranding” available now. Only 250 made.

@velcro5 @h4nnibalism @whimsy-by-joja @you-dropped-your-forgiveness @diemetzgermeisterin @janespetticoat

Omg! How much money do these people want from me?!

With all this Bert+Ernie debating, now seems like a very good time for me to point out the REAL iconic gay couple of the Muppetverse we’ve all been ignoring for YEARS

Shit guys I always thought Statler and Waldorf were brothers but I just went online and no they aren’t but Waldorf is married to this muppet Astoria and guys you’ll never believe this

Astoria is Statler in a fucking dress…

I think we’ve stumbled onto a real conspiracy here folks.

As this just came back up on my dash, I just want to remind everyone there “older gentlemen who have reserved seats at the theatre they go to every week just to be catty bitches” doesn’t have a heterosexual explanation.

The final scene in “DRUK” where Mads dances. [spoiler alert]

@janespetticoat @maddysgems @velcro5 @hanni-bunny-lecter @evertonem @kaninhus @tonyofthetrees @unknownmusing @you-dropped-your-forgiveness @and-i-blog

“I can’t wait to meet you, Steph. I’ve even bought you a gift!“As I minimised the WhatsApp conversation on my phone, I was filled with dread about what the next evening would bring. It was a couple of weeks before Christmas and I was going on my first date since the end of my last relationship, two years ago. To say I was extremely nervous was a severe understatement.

I’d been talking to Robert* for a couple of weeks via Bumble and then WhatsApp, and all seemed to be going well. Since the end of my last relationship, I’d been a bit wary of the opposite sex and had gone into every new dating app chat with a degree of scepticism (especially as I am plus-size – more on this later), however Robert seemed different. He was funny, very intelligent, open-minded and ambitious and more importantly, accepted and preferred the fact that I am plus-size.

It seems a bit silly to have to declare something as trivial as one’s weight on an app, but due to how a large percentage of plus-size women are treated in the dating world, some of us choose to add a note about our weight to our profiles, almost as some kind of ‘disclaimer’. It’s even worse when your weight intersects with something such as race or gender.

Date night with Robert finally came around and I was practically bursting into flames with excitement. We’d agreed to meet in Clapham in southwest London for a couple of drinks. I arrived at the venue early and tweeted a cute picture of myself, telling my followers that I was out on a first date. Robert arrived and the date began. We had a great time during the three or so hours we spent together – we laughed, we exchanged hilarious date-fail stories, we spoke about our families, likes and dislikes…just normal date stuff, you know? He’d even bought me a little ornament for my room as I’d told him I was still doing it up, which was sweet.

 At the end of the night, we kissed and he said he wanted to see me again.A week later, and hours of speaking on the phone and texting throughout the night, we decided that he’d come over to my flat and we’d watch a few shows while I cooked (I know, I know, rookie mistake; like I said, I’m a dating newbie). Obviously, one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together.

That was the last time I heard from him.Cut to this week when I receive an email from a friend of his. Apparently, Robert had shown my blog to his friends for ‘approval’. This friend tells me that in the interests of full transparency, he thought he should let me know that the reason I had not heard from Robert since our second date was because he had been dared to ‘pull a fat chick’ and – upon completing the dare – had won a sum of money his friends had pooled.

I felt sick. A wave of embarrassment and humiliation washed over me, and I went into my bathroom and cried. I had been terrified of meeting and talking to men for fear of them judging my appearance. As much as I know that I am an awesome person, I’m blindingly aware that the way I look is not what mainstream society considers to be ‘beautiful’, and that’s something I always have to think about and carry with me.

What should have been a lovely couple of dates – a bid to improve my confidence and self-esteem while tackling the shark-infested waters of dating – has turned into a teaching moment for me, and has definitely made me feel a lot more wary about dating in general and more importantly, trusting men.

Sadly, my story isn’t an isolated incident. We’ve all heard of sick pranks such as the ‘pull a pig’ game, which involves a group of men daring each other to hook up with the least attractive woman (in their eyes) in order to gain clout. There are tales as long as my arm from fellow plus-size women who have been duped or tricked in this way and frankly, a discussion needs to be had about it.

Dating as a plus-size woman, you see, is an exercise rooted more in patience and frustration than in romance. When you are not being ignored by prospective interests, you are either subjected to humiliation and abuse or you are fetishised for your weight. Either way, the abject failure to consider the feelings of the plus-size women in these situations is just another example of the ways in which we are not afforded the luxury of being treated as human beings. It highlights the lack of respect that some men have for women, particularly if they do not comply with social norms.

As plus-size women, we are not afforded the same humanity, care, love and respect as our thinner counterparts. This can force a monumental drop in confidence and either put us off dating for life or lead us to partake in more casual dating in an effort to prove our worth through sex.

Luckily (or maybe unluckily?) I had already deleted Robert’s number from my phone, after not hearing from him for a couple of weeks, so I have no way to contact and chastise him for what he did. I decided to ignore the friend’s email and used Twitter to tell my story, in the hope of opening up the conversation about the way plus-size women are treated. My aim was to raise awareness, and while I received some amazing, positive feedback, it also came with its share of trolling and horrible comments – almost all from men, who were either laughing at the situation or suggesting I change my appearance in order to be treated better next time.

I like to think that I’m confident enough and maybe numb enough to the whole experience and haven’t let it define me as a woman, but for those of us who are still on our journeys to finding self love and increasing our confidence, going through an experience where you are basically seen as an experiment can be battering.

Ultimately, what I’ve concluded is that men seem to undertake these ‘pranks’ as a way of gaining respect from their male friends at the expense of women’s feelings. Men, it’s time to stop being impressed by this toxic behaviour. It’s time to call it out, to hold each other accountable. Would you be as admiring if someone pulled a prank like this on a plus-size relative – on your sister, perhaps, or your cousin? Most of all, it’s time to start taking the emotions, perspectives and feelings of fat women seriously. Regardless of body shape, we all deserve to be treated with respect and basic common decency.

*Name has been changed

It’s important to give such things more visibility. I think writing about it is a brave act. Stephanie is so beautiful & powerful! 💕💕💕💕💕

She’s so pretty and precious and people are just so rude. Everyone is worthy of love and companionship.

She deserves happiness

The Roomba That Screams When it Bumps Into Stuff

This is legitimately one of the funniest fucking things I’ve ever seen.

So I stumbled through the Barbie aisle at Walmart the other day…

…and y'all, I almost cried. Just look at these. LOOK AT THEM.

So many skin tones!

PLUS SIZED BODY TYPES!

NATURAL HAIR STYLES!!! MULTIPLE SHADES OF DARK SKIN!!!

A WOMAN AS A DOCTOR!!!!!

I’M NOT DONE, THERE IS A PHOTO LIMIT!

LOOK AT THIS PROFESSIONAL LADY!

SO MANY SKIN TONES AND BODY TYPES AND LOOK AT THAT MERMAN!!!

FRECKLES!!!

Y'all, I’m just…so so happy.

I’m 35 years old and I’ve never seen a Barbie that looked like me, and then there I am as a Barbie in a purple sweater with thick thighs and evenly proportioned boobs and pink hair and a cat.

I can only imagine how other girls must feel.

Nicely done, Mattel. Nicely done!

Mattel also just announced some new Barbie dolls who have wheelchairs or prosthetic limbs!!!

Like screw anything calling this “politically correct,” this is what the real world literally is.  And the world’s population of children is just as diverse as its adults.  Kids deserve to see themselves represented.  As a disabled person myself, I can’t tell you how much this would have meant to me as a little girl.

BRO HAVE Y’ALL SEEN THE NEWLY RELEASED ONES

IM SOBBING

YES YES YES THIS IS PERFECT!!!

I only ever saw the one disabled Barbie but their is at least two! And look a ramp!

the OP was made a year ago so for fun I went to check what they’re new dolls were

Guys… Even being confident there would be even MORE added to the barbie range of dolls…. I was not prepared.

I am about to image spam you so forgive but there’s just SO MUCH

holy shit. I’m like… not even a doll person and so many of these I want!

There’s LITERALLY too many to add

(who is she?)

Plus sized Barbie with DIMPLES

They actually have a barbie with albinism and bothered to give her a proper face-sculpt!

This one looks like she could kill me instantly if she made direct eye-contact

This one’s smile is just KILLING me

Nubian girl because we’re not messing around

Also… this doll does not have any name on the product listing nor on the packaging so this might just be me but…. help me out here guys… is this.. ….is this a non-binary barbie? Am I presuming too much or is that what I’m looking at here??

Also final note. Just to REALLY drill this all home, Barbie has some photos of kids playing with the dolls and

Ironically, Barbie did not come to play around.

Also I’m obsessed with this Sally Ride doll

Barbie never played around, barbie played for keeps, why do you think she works so hard in so many fields?

if any of y’all think this is overkill:

i babysat the sweetest little girl who was in a hot pink wheelchair. it was almost brand new, and she was just so excited to finally have a good wheelchair!! the day i walked into the house after she’d gotten it, she wheeled over to me with the biggest smile and said “it doesn’t hurt my back anymore!!”

for her birthday, i got her a barbie doll who looked a lot like her (it was the one with vitiligo) and a little barbie wheelchair and a few other accessories because who doesn’t like accessories?

apparently she’d had a white doll for a while and of course loved her doll but when she saw not only the one with vitiligo but also the wheelchair? and she put that little doll into the wheelchair and pushed her around a bit on the table? she looked up at me and burst into tears, grinning from ear to ear, and murmured to me “she’s like me. i didn’t know there were ones like me” and lemme tell you i nearly broke down right then and there and i gave her the warmest smile and hug i could muster up and her parents called me a few months later (i’d stopped babysitting because they didn’t have money to pay and wouldn’t allow me to babysit for little/free like i offered because i knew they both were searching for jobs and couldn’t be around their kid much bc interviews) and they just thanked me, their daughter was “so happy to have a doll like her that she carried the barbie around with her all the time”. they hadn’t been able to afford the doll and were actually saving up for a wheelchair at least.

this isn’t overkill.

this is giving kids a doll like themself. this is showing them that they aren’t weird or irregular or not normal. this is showing kids that others who are different from them, others who do have a prosthetic or a wheelchair or dark skin or vitiligo, that those kids aren’t weird. if a little girl sees a barbie in a wheelchair, she’ll just think “oh that’s my friend!!” and be exposed to the fact that these “different” kids are kids too, friends and acquaintances and not people to be mocked or bullied.

I have to buy all of these.

I got so fking pissed off at all the characters,(fuck Abigail, that whiney bitch), that I had to stop watching the show before I punched my computer screen.

Hannibal Lecter is not your typical omega rock star. He doesn’t do choreographed dance, sing poppy love ballads or even smile for cameras.

He is the antithesis of every omega singer I’ve ever interviewed.

Which is why after nearly three weeks on his tour I fell in love with him.

He doesn’t know it, our last encounter was not the most friendly, and I don’t think he’s even going to read this article but I had to tell the story like it happened so here goes.

Once upon a time a grumpy alpha reporter was forced to go on tour with a defiant omega rock star....

Will’s teeth ache as he watches Hannibal. The swing of his hips, the defiant smirk, and his sultry voice all do things to Will even moreso now that he’s been inside him.

“Fuck.”

“Hmm....I think you already did that.”

He turns to see Mischa leaning against the wall not far from him. He hadn’t smelled Hannibal’s sister at all and even that was bad.

This was all bad.

“He told you.”

She smirks. “He didn’t have to. I know my brother better than anyone. He’s been into you since you walked into that first rehearsal. I’ve never seen him so eager to get an alpha’s attention before you and I don’t think I will after.”

Will glares are her. “You think there will be an after?”

“You’re not the type to stick around, Will. No matter how much you want to. Hannibal knew that before you knotted him but omegas can’t always fight instinct. No matter how different he seems, my brother battles his biological urges just like everyone else.”

He turns and looks out at Hannibal again.

Sweat drips off his face and makes his skin glow with the spotlights as he moves around the stage and for a moment even this far away Will remembers what he tasted like under his tongue.

“Omegas aren’t the only ones.”