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something my 13 year old nephew said to my mum after she claimed I had no reason to be suffering from depression, I repeat, he is THIRTEEN. (via rdjobsessions)
well done, that nephew
(via animatedamerican)
something my 13 year old nephew said to my mum after she claimed I had no reason to be suffering from depression, I repeat, he is THIRTEEN. (via rdjobsessions)
well done, that nephew
(via animatedamerican)
So one day a dwarf is talking to a human and finally realizes that when humans say woman, they generally mean “person who is theoretically capable of childbirth” because for whatever reason, humans assign social expectations based genital differences. (What a fucked up culture, the dwarf thinks.) But hey, better communication! So the next time the dwarf introduces theirself, they say, oh, by the way, I am what you call a “woman.”
And the trade negotiations just stop. They just stop cold. The tall people insist on speaking to the man, they insist on talking to the lady dwarf about all sorts of irrelevant bullshit, like recipes and childrearing and perfume
so the dwarf goes back home, enraged
and is like “BTW guess what happened, we’re all just going to be men forever now as far as the tall ones are concerned”
and everyone is justly horrified at this barbarism but they all agree to do whatever it takes to squeeze those tall bastards for all the resources they are worth
and the dwarves get surlier, and the trade agreements less generous
and the tall people are all “what a miserable and greedy race”
but really they’re just still nursing a grudge about how goddamn backwards and sexist the tall people are
because their best negotiator, one of their sacred cave people, got snubbed the instant she said she was capable of childbirth - and a mortal insult like that can never be forgiven
Because Pi’s tags are great:
#yes good #personal headcanon: dwarves have fundamentally misunderstood human pronoun usage #and gender roles #they are very perplexed by it #eventually they went ‘fuck it apparently ‘he’ is the correct word’ #'it's their language and they keep using it for us' #so then you have this situation where dwarves are cognizant of the words ‘mother’ and ‘wife’ #but not the usual use of ‘she’ secondary headcanon specific to Tolkien dwarves #dwarves that choose to bear children are held in high regard #because they are making new dwarves it is the ultimate craft #that’s what mahal did you made a new person #it is very impressive #everyone is impressed
Just as an additional thought, we hear that women dwarves generally stay within the mountain and are a protected, guarded subset of the dwarves. There’s not many of them, so there’s an implication that women dwarves are too precious to be allowed out.
But what if this too is a mistranslation? What if the dwarves were talking to the Men and when asked “where are all your women?” they hit a wall. They whisper amongst themselves, and eventually come back with a question, “What’s a woman?” The Men are incredulous.
"Why, the members of your race that bear children, of course!"
More dwarven whispering.
They reach the conclusion that Men mean dwarves who are currently pregnant. Well! Of course those dwarves are currently safe within the mountain, well cared for and generally loathe to travel until the child is born. The Men take this to mean that all dwarven women are discouraged from traveling, and that their primary purpose is childbearing. Dwarves find this a satisfactory outcome, especially with the way Men treat their women, and so even when the misunderstanding becomes clear to them they never correct it.
I have never converted to fan-canon so hard before.
Sweeeeet.
may have reblogged this already, don’t care
Ten black mothers sat on the stage in an auditorium and looked into a diverse crowd of women in the audience. They were about to share something personal and hurtful with this room full of mostly s…Ten black mothers sat on the stage in an auditorium and looked into a diverse crowd of women in the audience. They were about to share something personal and hurtful with this room full of mostly strangers.
They were going to talk about something they didn’t normally share with their white friends or colleagues.
It was about to get real in that room.
In the aftermath of the killing of Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager fatally shot by a white Ferguson, Missouri police officer, conversations about race in the St. Louis area have been loaded.
Christi Griffin, the president of The Ethics Project, wanted this to be different. She wanted to invite mothers of other races to hear directly from black mothers the reality of raising a black son in America. She wanted them to hear the words they each had said to their own sons, in different variations over the years, but all with the same message: Stay alive. Come home alive.
She wanted mothers who had never felt the fear, every single time their son walked outside or drove a car, that he could possibly be killed to hear what that felt like.
Griffin’s son, now grown, had never gotten in trouble nor given her any trouble growing up. But when her son was 14 years old, the family moved into an all-white neighborhood. She took him to the police department to introduce him to the staff. She wanted the officers to know that he belonged there, that he lived there.
When he turned 16, it was time for another talk. Every single time he got into his car to drive, she made him take his license out of his wallet and his insurance card out of the glove compartment.
"I did not want him reaching for anything in the car."
He graduated from college with a degree in physics.
Marlowe Thomas-Tulloch said that when she noticed her grandson was getting bigger and taller, she laid bare a truth to him: Son, if the police stop you, I need for you to be humble. But I need more than that. I need for you to be prepared to be humiliated.
If they tell you take your hands out of your pockets, take your hands out. Be ready to turn your pockets out. If they tell you to sit down, be prepared to lie down.
You only walk in the street with one boy at a time, she told him.
"What?" her grandson said. In his 17-year-old mind, he hadn’t done anything wrong and nothing was going to happen to him.
"If it’s three or more, you’re a mob," she said. "That’s how they will see you."
She started to cry.
"Listen to me," she begged. "Hear me."
Finally, she felt him feel her fear.
If they ask you who you are, name your family.
Yes, sir and no, sir. If they are in your face, even if they are wrong, humble yourself and submit yourself to the moment.
"I’m serious," she said. "Because I love you."
She told him she would rather pick him up from the police station than identify his body at a morgue.
When her grandson left to go home, she called her daughter to tell her about the conversation. Her daughter asked her what she had said, because her son came home upset, with tears in his eyes.
"I hope I said enough to save his life," Thomas-Tulloch said. "I’d rather go down giving him everything I got."
The mothers talked about the times their sons had been stopped in their own neighborhoods because “they fit the description.” They shared the times their sons had come home full of rage and hurt for being stopped and questioned for no reason. And they told the other mothers how often they told their sons to simply swallow the injustice of the moment. Because they wanted them alive, above all.
Amy Hunter, director of racial justice at the YWCA in metro St. Louis, said it’s taken her 10 years to be able to share this story about her son without crying. She didn’t want her white friends to see her cry when she told it. She didn’t want to look weak.
Her four children are now older, but when one of her sons was 12, he decided to walk home from the Delmar Loop in University City where he had met some friends.
He saw a police officer circling him, and he knew. He was wearing Sperrys, a tucked-in polo shirt, a belt. He was 12, and he knew, but he was scared.
He lived five houses away, and he hadn’t done anything wrong.
"I knew you were home," he said to his mom when he finally made it home after being frisked. "I knew I was about to get stopped, and I thought about running home to you."
His mother froze.
"I forgot to tell him," she said. "I forgot to tell him: Don’t run. Don’t run or they’ll shoot you."
Her 12-year-old cried when he told her what had happened and asked if he was stopped because he was black.
"Probably, yeah," she said.
"I just want to know, how long will this last?" he asked her.
That’s when she started to cry.
"For the rest of your life," she said.
It doesn’t matter about your college degree, the car you drive, the street you live on, she told the moms in the audience. It’s not going to shield your child like a Superman cape. She admitted that it was difficult to share these painful moments.
Just one of the mothers on the stage asked a single question of the audience. Assata Henderson, who has raised three children, all college graduates, said she called her sons to ask them what they remembered about “the talk” she had given them about how to survive as a black man.
"Mama, you talked all the time," they said to her.
It made her wonder, she said. She said she wasn’t pointing any fingers, but it made her wonder about the conversations the other mothers were having with their sons, who grow up to be police officers, judges and CEOs.
"You’re the mothers," she said to the crowd. "What are the conversations you are having with the police officers who harass our children?"





A comic about Seagulls.
If you feel like this comic doesn’t accurately represent you, and that you personally don’t act like this, good. That means this comic isn’t about you.If you DO act like this, and are working on a counter argument about how not all _____ are ______ , well that’s just disappointing.

time-is-a-many-splendored-thing:
Always reblog
Woah
well he really should have worn more protective clothing if he didn’t want that to happen
sounds to me like he was asking for itAre we really sure he was actually shot and decapitated? Idk, sounds like something he would’ve made up. Guys make false decapitation accusations all the time, you know.
If he didn’t want to be decapitated, he shouldn’t have worn a shirt that showed off his neck
I mean, not all woman decapitate people. I’m not like that.
A few months ago I was trying to think of a way I could re-imagine the characters from my favorite Nintendo series. The Bros Mario Noir is a series that takes the characters from the colorful world of Super Mario Bros and throws them into a dark, gritty world inspired by classic film noir movies.
Detective Mario
Police Commissioner Toad
Peach Toadstool
Detective Luigi
Daisy
Wendy O
Sir Mouser
Kingpin Koopa & Peach
Daisy & Luigi
Mario
Peach
The Mario Bros




when i was very small i assumed this song was about some lady who literally kept a human face in a jar by the door and since father mckenzie buried her that meant that he also killed her and basically i thought eleanor rigby was about zombies until i was like 12 years old
YES!
This is the first time I’ve ever liked this song.
This is the best ever alternate interpretation of that song :D
Elanor Rigby is clearly a leviathan.
Given how many times I had to play this song in my college instrumental ensemble class, this had breathed new life into this for me. And imagining the look on my professor’s face if she ever saw this given her Beatles obsession is kind of making me giggle.
I’m not sure what my 13-year-old Beatle fanatic self would have thought of this, but now I think it’s a damm fine narrative arc.
I support this interpretation wholeheartedly.











Thepersonwhomadeamistake:
I fucking hate this bullshit so much.
Its misogynistic, archaic asscrap.
YOUR DAUGHTER IS NOT YOUR PROPERTY.
WHO SHE DATES OR SLEEPS WITH IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. THINKING OTHERWISE IS INCREDIBLY CREEPY AND INVASIVE.
SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO MAKE HER OWN CHOICES AND MISTAKES.
YOU DON’T MAKE THE RULES. SHE IS NOT CATTLE. HER LOVE LIFE IS NOT YOUR CONTRACT. SHE MAKES THE RULES.
Not only are you advocating for a father to not care about his daughter, but you’re also misinterpreting the video horribly. He threatens the man that breaks his daughter’s heart. He threaten’s the man that hits her. That takes away her smile. He does not say she cannot love anyone, male or female, he says that they better love her. And if that’s not what a father is supposed to do, then I’ll be damned.
Maybe I’m wrong, I accept that, but please… please explain to me how fatherly love and care for his daughter is an archaic and misogynistic practice. Explain to me how allowing her to date who she loves, to do what she wants, and teaching her to not put up with abuse is wrong. I would love to hear it, she might not be his property, but he is her guardian, and guarding her happiness is no crime.
Amen
Also, any person who is now afraid of dating his daughter absolutely shouldn’t be, because that is a man to look up to and feel safe with, and only if you have intentions to break her heart should you be afraid. Very afraid. You either have a cemented body guard for years, or a death dealer on two legs, you decide.
Yeah… at no point does he say “you can’t date my daughter.” He says “you can’t hurt my daughter, or I will hurt you.”
Parenting done right tbh




And on your right, we have another really excellent reason to VOTE.

Nope!
Brain studies find that concern for justice and equality is linked to logic, not emotion.
By Lisa Wade, PhD
A new study finds that people with high “justice sensitivity” are using logic, not emotions. Subjects were put in a fMRI machine, one that measures ongoing brain activity and shown videos of people acting kindly or cruelly toward a homeless person.
Some respondents reacted more strongly than others — hence the high versus low justice sensitivity — and an analysis of the high sensitivity individuals’ brain activity showed that they were processing the images in the parts of the brain where logic and rationality live. “Individuals who are sensitive to justice and fairness do not seem to be emotionally driven,” explained one of the scientists, “Rather, they are cognitively driven.”
Activists aren’t angry, they reasonably object to unjust circumstances that they understand all too well.
Image borrowed from Jamie Keiles at Teenagerie, who is a high sensitivity individual.
Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions, with Myra Marx Ferree. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.
this is shit we already knew but now i have a citation 2 link 2 next time yr in an internet fight
go get ‘em kids!!!
ThePrettiestOneWE watch the watchmen.
We found that, upon exposure to sexist humor, men higher in sexism discriminated against women by allocating larger funding cuts to a women’s organization than they did to other organizations.
We also found that, in the presence of sexist humor, participants believed the other participants would approve of the funding cuts to women’s organizations. We believe this shows that humorous disparagement creates the perception of a shared standard of tolerance of discrimination that may guide behavior when people believe others feel the same way.
The research indicates that people should be aware of the prevalence of disparaging humor in popular culture, and that the guise of benign amusement or “it’s just a joke” gives it the potential to be a powerful and widespread force that can legitimize prejudice in our society
”Thomas E. Ford, professor of psychology at Western Carolina University (via baebees)
Sexist (and racist and so forth) humor isn’t about hurt feelings. It’s about harm.
It’s not “just a joke.”
(via vixyish)
i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:
- i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live
- most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person
- im not a pissbaby
my white friends that have reblogged this give me life
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.








Goodbye to all that, page 3. Beginning is here.
I inked this behind the scenes while the Square Planet team were setting up their table at Auckland’s Armageddon Expo tonight. Which probably explains a lot about it, especially the wash. I stopped ink-washing when it was time to go.
Hey, if you are at the Auckland Armageddon Expo this weekend, why not drop by and say hi? I’ll be at the Square Planet booth the whole time. The thing I’m publishing with them isn’t to do with Captain America though, sorry.









disney-rapunzel-merida-vanellope:
This started out as a feminist post but now it’s just my girls teaching others a lesson. I’ll add some later.
People who think I don’t already “pick my battles” greatly underestimate the number of potential battles in my path on a daily basis.
Sometimes it feels like walking through tall grass without a goddamn Pokemon.





A brilliant metaphor
6. Cycle lanes are built just for you, and then the cars drive in those too.