A Scottish anti-rape PSA that is a direct response to blaming a rape victim because they must’ve been ‘asking for it’.
(Source: slutshamersonfb)
Please don’t remove the artist’s caption/comment when you reblog a drawing/comic/etc.
I obviously can’t speak for everyone, but in my case the caption is often an addition to the joke, and if you take it away, you take away a part of my comic.
This is almost romantic until you realize how unspontaneous it is to just happen to have a professionally printed business card that says this
You’re not as romantic as you could be! For all you know, this person could’ve planned this thing out for months and only then did he summon his innards to do this. Think of it. He’s a shy guy with not much experience saying this sort of thing. He tried before to mutter those two words but always fell flat. So instead, he took to something physical.
A scrap of notebook paper with pen jottings here and there? No, that can’t work. People could catch him mid-write and if he brought it from home, it’d be too raggedy for all the time he has. Maybe a greeting card? No, that’s too much. Totes creep vibes. It’s not her birthday! (Is it?) I know! A business card! I don’t have to do anything special to hold it; just keep it in my wallet. So even if i fail for the upteenth time, I can just pass it off as fumbling through my wallet! Golden!Or he can just have a stack of them and hands them out like candy (because every woman is beautiful!). But that’s a boring world and I refuse to live in it!
To me, you know what the best thing you can give a beautiful woman who just happens to be minding her own business in public?
Her space.
Then how are introverts supposed to approach women in public? How do you compliment a woman you think is pretty? If I could do even this, I might have a chance with women.
(Source: plsburydoughboy)
This is almost romantic until you realize how unspontaneous it is to just happen to have a professionally printed business card that says this
Except that you can make such cards with a printer at home.
Someone had an issue with the word “professionally” in my post
If you ever watch American Psycho, you’ll know that professional business cards are meaningful…to someone.
(Source: plsburydoughboy)
Casting appreciation gif.
This seriously pisses me off because TWO men of the “correct” ethnicity/race were asked to play the role of Khan. I don’t remember their names because this back when Into Darkness was in casting yo but they BOTH DECLINED.
So there’s a HUGE difference between “well, we asked the best in the business and they both said no, so we should go with another actor of the ‘incorrect’ race who is also very well suited for the role” and doing what the Hunger Games did which is literally only let white girls audition for Katniss.
When actors decline there is fuckall you can do. It’s shitty, no doubt, that Khan ended up being white, but BC did a great job in the role, while knowing he was third choice. I won’t begrudge him for taking it, and I won’t begrudge the casting crew for going with him after their best actors declined.
^ Bless.
well said tumblr user grimdarkthroes
having exhausted the only two brown actors in the world jj abrams had no choice but to reluctantly cast benedict pastyface as northern indian sikh dictator khan noonien singh
poor jj, we feel your pain
2 actors said no so BACK TO THE WHITE PEOPLE YA’LL. CAUSE THERE ARE ONLY TWO FUCKING MALE ACTORS OF INDIAN DESCENT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, IN INDIA AND AMERICA.
You do know that Benicio del Toro is Puerto Rican, right?
This is almost romantic until you realize how unspontaneous it is to just happen to have a professionally printed business card that says this
Except that you can make such cards with a printer at home.
(Source: plsburydoughboy)
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(Reblogged from purrrsephone)
It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.
Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.
You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.
You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.
Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.
Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.
I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.
You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.
Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?
We shall see.
You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell (via beautifulanonymous)
Yeah. I’m 38…
(Source: hidingfromoursins)
“Good to see you in action one more time, Captain.”
-Captain Hikaru Sulu, USS Excelsior (to Captain James T. Kirk)
I really felt like crying while watching this part. Captain Kirk, your memory will live on…
hottestbountyhunterintheuniverse:
lets-nerd-out-and-die-laughing:
I don’t think people give Flash enough credit.
Dis lil disrespectful ass “My dolly was in there” and “My dolly had blonde hair” Lol I would of spun her in circles just enough to make her fall down.
You’re right Flash deserves ALOT more credit than what he gets he’s not just someone who runs fast.
he can fucking go back in time
That was the coolest thing about him
His memory may have been short term but he could absorb enough information (LIKE HOW TO PROPERLY BUILD A BUILDING) long enough to pull of shit like that
I would’ve knocked the whole building back down because of that girls smarm
I would have slapped her lips off her face at light speed.
(Source: ifuckinghatevideogames)