Breaking news: White fuckboys on twitter bitching how funny it is that Beyoncé is a feminist when she and her dancers were provocative and half naked. Despite feminism being about empowerment and a woman’s right to do whatever the hell she pleases with it, they just don’t seem to be able to grasp this concept.

In other news, men still don’t know what feminism is, still bitter that they aren’t Beyoncé and still making themselves look like asses on the internet.

And now the weather.

I bet 5 minutes later they slid up in some DM’s asking for nudes

you know these assholes had NO PROBLEM with anything in her show until that word popped up

it’s not nudity they have a problem with

it’s a woman who is empowered and in control of how when and why she dresses and dances how she wants

when their precious male gaze is questioned or dismissed, suddenly she’s a terrible feminist, and they try and shame her for the very thing that was turning them on seconds before

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i cant believe this

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I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me

My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me

Rachel Wiley  (via casabloncas)

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How Marvel Characters Eat Their Food [x]


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Favourite Buffy Episodes: 6.07
"Say you’re happy now, once more with feeling."

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Announcing the original “Chupacabra in a Can”! This poseable Chupacabra skeleton is finally completed and up for sale! You can find it in our Etsy store.

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I know my crappy pics don’t fully illustrate my point
I’m just sick of going to movies or reading comics and out of the infinite possibilities out there for aliens, male aliens are the only ones who ever have any sort of variety

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Today was bad day.

First phone call I got today was my job network. Telling me that they think I won’t get work in libraries, that I should start thinking about a new career path. 2 months after I pushed myself to complete a 12 month diploma, in libraries.

Then I get a call from fair trading about the whole printer fiasco.

Basically: Bought a new printer, worked for a while, then stopped. The store refused to send it away for repairs or replace it. Told us to contact the company for possible repairs. Company told us because the store sold it to us with generic inks we would have to pay for repairs despite it being less than 12 months old. (Was maybe 7 months at this point).

Bought a second printer from the same store. 3 months in it stopped working too, same thing too, inks stopped detecting in the printer.

Told them, they again told us to contact the company. We finally got ahold of the repair centre closest to us, they have stupid hours and we can’t get the printers there. Told store we were sick of being run around and we wanted a replacement. They said if we had the reciept and box we could get a refund.
Took the printer in to them. They needed to test it. Said it would be half an hour. We went and had lunch, went back and they hadn’t done it yet.
We walked around for an hour. Went back. Hadn’t tested.
We waited four hours in total, the last time we went they had tested but just not called us to say it was done.
They admitted it was faulty but refused to replace or refund us. 
They won’t even send it to the repair centre themselves.
So I went to fair trading, who have tried to get something done. But the manager is refusing to do anything because he’s sure they can be repaired. 
We had to buy a printer 2 weeks ago, that I now can’t get to detect to my computer. Need to contact Canon and see what the fucking problem is before I start throwing printers at walls.

But yeah, shitty news.

Then I finally heard back from the library I interviewed with a few weeks back. They wanted a temp part timer, and were also creating a pool of casuals.
I wasn’t successful. For either.
The first time round was that my interview answers weren’t good enough.
( Eye contact: Check. Examples for all answers: Check. Fidgeting: Nope. Speaking clearly: Check. Being happy and smiling: Check)
Then they said I didn’t have enough customer service experience, and that was why.
( 5 years varied retail, call centre, own 2 freelance businesses, worked in a library as part of the diploma, not enough? )

SO it kind of played on the whole thing with the job network earlier as well, saying I wouldn’t get work in libraries.

Queue giant black cloud of doom. With extra gloom.

Getting out of the house for dinner, and seeing Guardians of the Galaxy made me feel a little better, but I’m still really down about everything.

It took me years to work out what career path I might be interested in, and if it would be viable with me being in a wheelchair more and more. Libraries was something I thought could work.
Now I have to start again.
I have to find something I enjoy, that I could see myself doing for a long time and something that will accomodate my wheelchair.

The fuck am I going to pick?

I’m going to end up in a dead end job again, and then another, and another for the rest of my fricking life.

That’s if I’m lucky enough to even land that, but after 6 years of this crap, I very much doubt it.

I’ve retrained in new careers through TAFE twice now. I’ve almost had 2 different traineeships. I apply for everything I think I can do from my chair. And I get fucking nowhere.

And now I’m supposed to pick a new career?

What is there that I can do for the rest of my life that I enjoy?

I’m pretty sure avoiding people is not a career that pays.

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. ‘It’s all right,’ we whisper, ‘I’m here, I love you.’ and we lie: ‘I’ll never leave you.’ For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.

Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days (via larmoyante)

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Today is one of those days where everything is shitty, and you keep getting more and more shitty news.

To the point that I don’t want to eat, I just want to lay down in bed, cry and not move ever again.

I’ve been at this point for years, where I just want to give up on everything. And now every little thing sets me off this way. So to get 3 in one day, I’m not doing well.

I’m over it. 

Really fucking over it.