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ok so that whole fiasco with passwords that led me to create a new tumblr and such (and im pretty sure im starting to have a problem with THAT one too) has now spread to my Skype account

which means I had to make a new one

which means I need you all to re-add me

my name is either Tia McCarther or officious martyr and my profile pic is a drawing of a face thing

yeah

bwors:

vaysh:

paulthomasandersonn:

victoriancuddler:

captain-of-the-booty:

glameater:

Please guys, help us spreading this message!

OKAY AS SOMEONE WHO IS FROM RIO DE JANEIRO, PLEASE SPREAD THIS AROUND 

YEAH, IM BRAZILIAN I CAN ASSURE YOU. DONT COME TO BRASIL FOR FUCKS SAKE DONT DO IT

seriously though my city will host the first game and we’re about to face water rationing

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/olympics/rio-2016-olympics-sailors-warned-over-sewageinfested-waters-dog-carcasses-and-even-human-corpses-in-guanabara-bay-9401252.html

Just saw the commercial on Discovery channel about their documentary covering the construction of the stadium. Wonder if they will cover all of this, too (probably not).

thewomanfromitaly:

tsialyn:

tazzygal:

orihime-strawberry-love:

superduperfitblr:

kendrawcandraw:

Stop sexualizing my body stop shaming my body stop policing my body

BREASTS ARE SEXUAL ORGANS

BREASTS ARE SEXUAL ORGANS

BREAST ARE SEXUAL ORGANS

BREASTS ARE FUCKING SEXUAL ORGANS!!

WE DONT LET MEN WALK AROUND WITH THEIR DICKS OUT BECAUSE ITS A SEXUAL ORGAN!!

GET THE FUCK OVER IT YOUR FEMALE BREASTS ARE

  • SEXUAL
  • FUCKING
  • ORGANS!!!

source: X

Ahem.

BREASTS ARE NOT SEXUAL ORGANS YOU INCONSIDERATE DICK!

Breasts are mammary organs, meaning their true and primary purpose is to nurse babies.

I’ll repeat that for the slow people in the class, you warthog-faced buffoon.

Breasts are mammary sacks. They are meant to feed babies, just like a cow’s udder. They aren’t sexual organs. They aren’t classified as such in biology texts (certainly none of the ones I checked out to answer this post)

Men have breasts, you pile of refuse. Their breasts are smaller than women’s, but they possess the same mammary glands and, properly stimulated, can produce milk. Men can get breast cancer. They can develop larger breasts due to excessive hormones. Their breasts are exactly like a women’s breast, except that since their testicles produce testosterone in high degree, they don’t have enough female hormones in their bodies to start lactating.

So, you pile of putrescence, you’re probably thinking, “If breasts aren’t sex organs then how come guys get horny looking at them and women get turned on by playing worth them, huh?”

The answers to both are so terribly simple that you might just be able to follow them if you pay attention, pig.

Men are enticed by breasts because they’re not allowed to see them. Women are sensitive because stimulation triggers two responses - bonding hormones and lactation.

In case you’re too simple to get this, I’ll break it down further for you. In cultures where breasts are viewed daily, they don’t do much to get a guy hot and bothered. There are hundreds of paintings from the renaissance period and earlier depicting women nursing babies, especially images of the Blessed Virgin nursing Christ, and none of these have ever been considered provocative, because that’s what boobs are for. Meanwhile, in cultures where everyone from baby sister to great-great grandma walk around topless because the weather will kill them otherwise, dudes don’t get raging erections every time they see a breast. They don’t find boobs enticing the way men do in America, where boobs are considered shameful and need to be hidden.

As for women getting aroused by their boobs being played with, you brainless donkey, a woman’s body responds to get nipples bring touched by flooding her body with bonding hormones that help her attach to get babies - you know, the people her breasts are actually supposed to be used by - and hormones that get her glands making milk. Also, please note that many women with large breasts don’t feel any stimulation when fondled, meaning they aren’t sensitive enough to get off on having their boobs played with.

Do me a favor and GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF YOU PURITANICAL ASS! My breasts are NOT SEXUAL ORGANS. They are lactation organs designed for my use and my baby’s use. Not for any man’s use or pleasure.

You inconsiderate space herpe.

I’ll be honest, I’m mostly reblogging for the above comment ^ You, you are brilliant. 

"Inconsiderate space herpe" might be one of the best insults I’ve ever read and would have been a sufficient response even without the factual smackdown.

sickslickman:

maxkirin:

So, let me guess— you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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My parents and the lawyers in my family thank you kindly.

snowflake1814:

mytimetravelingmindpalace:

somethingoutofbelief:

zalexia:

capaow:

miss-dirty-thoughts-of-tom:

sex-on-the-bleach:

bignerdbigdreams:

sistercrow:

lokanemandi:

tumblingwhovian:

stormcloak:

Clifford the big red dog by *sandara

-Weeps-

OH MY GOD

Can we have a Clifford live action movie?  Not a kids movie either. 

Like, Emily Elizabeth’s parents are working for a government agency developing a super soldier serum.  None of their testing is working and they start testing the serum on larger mammals in hopes of seeing better results.  They inject a variety of animals, including a dog.  Nothing.  They are desperate and on the verge of having their project shut down when they notice one of the test dogs is pregnant.  It gives birth and they bring one of the puppies home for their daughter.

To their shock, the puppy they brought home starts to grow at an incredible rate, its fur mutating into a brilliant red as it does so.  They are ecstatic because their research has finally seen a result, albeit one they weren’t expecting.  There is only one problem.

Clifford has become attached to Emily and refuses to leave her side.  Emily, too, has fallen in love with her new pet.  They decide to let their project be canceled rather than try to separate the two.  Unfortunately, the government discovers their secret and begins a campaign to retrieve Clifford at any costs.  During the initial conflict, Emily Elizabeth’s parents are killed trying to help her and Clifford escape.  Emily and her dog flee into the wild.  This sets the opening of the movie.

Over the course of the movie, Emily and Clifford are on the run and we see Emily grow into a young woman, everything about her honed into a survivalist expert.  She and Clifford roam the backwoods, constantly in fear of being captured.  On one of her rare trips into town one day, Emily witnesses a bank robbery in progress involving multiple hostages.  She calls Clifford and the two of them save the lives of the hostages but wreck the bank in the process.  The local news capture footage of Clifford and it isn’t long before the military arrives in town.

Emily wants to just run away again, but she sees that the military is destroying the town, driving people out of their homes and destroying property in their search.  She decides that enough is enough and rides Clifford back into town and fights the military.  Amidst the fighting a huge truck arrives.  A general (who was her parent’s superior officer) gets out and smirks.  He tells Emily Elizabeth that Clifford’s mother wasn’t the only animal that gave birth to a litter of babies after receiving an injection.  The back of the truck unfolds to reveal a massive tabby cat.  The cat strains against its bindings and tears free, immediately leaping onto a nearby group of soldiers and devouring them.  Emily is horrified and orders Clifford to attack.

What follows is the dramatic battle between Clifford and the mutant cat.  Clifford has strength, but the cat is too fast and agile.  It looks like Clifford is down for the count, when the townsfolk, recognizing that Clifford is on their side, come to his aid.  They distract the cat long enough for him to finish the beast off for good. 

The military retreats, the general swearing vengeance on the two of them, and Emily and Clifford ride off into the night once more.  But the legend of the big red dog has already started.  And Emily Elizabeth knows that the day will come when she and Clifford will need to ride into battle against the forces of evil once more.

The credits roll.

Post credits, the screen fades to black for a moment.  The sound of waves crashing on shore fills the air.  The screen flashes brilliant white.  The light of the lighthouse moves on, revealing a rocky shore on a rainy day.  The camera pans down to find Clifford and Emily gazing out to sea.  A massive object hangs in the air off the coast, obscured in the clouds.  A smaller object rapidly approaches them.  It resolves itself into an advanced helicopter that silently lands just down the shore from them.  Clifford lets out a low growl but Emily quiets him with a hand on his leg.  A lone figure emerges from the aircraft, huddling his arms around himself to fight off the cold.

He approaches the two.  His hair is short and somewhat curly.  He wears glasses and a grey flannel shirt and seems unlikely to pose a threat to the two.

“Emily Elizabeth,” he says over the sound of the crashing surf, “I worked with your parents.  It’s taken us a while to find you, after the Birdwell Island incident.

“And who exactly is ‘us’,” she responds, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Ignoring her question, the man continues.  “Me and Clifford have a lot in common, actually.”  He smiles a little awkwardly, then presses on.  “I was hoping you might be interested in meeting my boss.  He’s fairly excited to talk with you.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.  Who are you and who do you work for?”

The man smiles.  “My name is Banner.  And I’m hear to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

OH MY GOD YES

THIS POST GOT SO MUCH BETTER

YESING SO HARD.

but…but my feels tho

CHILLS ALL THROUGH MY BODY!!!!

YES PLEASE

SCREECHES ALL THE YES

HEAVY METAL SCREECHING

(Source: drthmaul-moved)

potentiallytmblr:

jackobeeem:

camerongale:

drakensberg:

ttthegingerqueer:

Just filled out my health insurance forms!

yeah!!! fucking around with health insurance forms!!!!

I hate when people complain about “oh health forms are stupid they want my biological sex instead of my gender!!!!” or “they only have male or female!!!”

There’s a reason for that, you dumb fucks, and they’re referring to biological sex

Different health risks are present in different sexes, and whatever gender is in your head does not change the fact that if you were born female, you have a higher risk for certain cancers and osteoporosis, and if you were born male you have a higher risk for heart disease and often a shorter lifespan than a female.

In other words, your biological sex is an important factor in health and health insurance, and your special snowflake status doesn’t change that.

you may be genderqueer but if you were born male you’re sure as hell not gonna get cervical cancer but you might get prostate cancer

THANK YOU. 

bobbycaputo:

Geotagged Wildlife Photos Help Poachers Kill Endangered Animals

If you care about endangered animals that are hunted for their parts, here’s something important you should keep in mind: make sure you scrub the GPS data on the images prior to sharing them online. Poachers have reportedly been turning to geotagged photos on social networks in order to find out where they can make their next kill.

A photograph that has recently been making the rounds on the Web shows a sign that has been put up at an undisclosed reserve. It reads:

Please be careful when sharing photos on social media. They can lead poachers to our rhino

Turn off geotag function and do not disclose where the photo was taken

(Continue Reading)

thecouscousqueen:

aduckyforchristmas:

jinxasaurus:

polyverse:

Author’s note:

All of the experiences in this comic are either directly from my own life or related to me by people I know and care for.

I don’t know, I’m all mad today. In the elevator in my building a woman decided she had an opinion about something I was wearing around my neck and grabbed it so she could tell me what she thought, and got mad when I told her to fuck off. I’m on the subway and a stranger wants to touch my hair. Every time I fuck someone or love someone, 0r change my body or decide whether or not to wear make-up or talk about the people I love, I prepare for the cascade of opinions or tirades or thinly-veiled self-congratulatory tolerance and it’s easier now to just not share, to hold those precious things private.

I’m tired of my body and my life being public property, of my identity and choices being used by others for leverage, at that entitled hurt or anger in their eyes when I don’t want to play along. I’m tired of seeing the people around me get manoeuvred or manhandled or held up like fucking pariahs when they just want to be left in peace. I’m bored of being someone else’s politics. I don’t want to talk – I’m just reading my book while I’m on my way home”


From the comic Robot Hugs

hey looks it’s all the reasons that “10 Reasons to be Grateful” post is bullshit! <3

I would also like to point out, in case it’s not clear enough for you here, that IT’S REALLY FUCKING RUDE TO INTERROGATE OR TOUCH DISABLED PERSONS WITHOUT THEM GIVING YOU EXPLICIT PERMISSION TO DO SO.  This includes wheelchairs. Do not push someone’s wheelchair without permission, because that’s literally like me picking you up by your ankles and dragging you somewhere.

THIS

IS

VERY

IMPORTANT

(Source: april-polyverse)

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