thedailywhat:

Incidental Comics.

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remnantof:

Grammar policing is one of the nastiest and most privileged forms of derailing I’ve come into contact with. When you nitpick a person’s argument because of formatting, grammar, or spelling errors, rather than examining the actual intent and objective worth of what they are saying, you’re not just derailing, you are silencing people and closing off the debate to large groups of people.

When you police grammar and spelling in discussions, what you are saying is:

• discussion is only a space for the academically minded
• for the formally educated, perfect English speaking, college-level minority
• self-expression must adhere to racist/ablist/classist/neurotypical standards to be of worth in a discussion, to matter to you, because you uphold those standards and therefore your opinions and expression matters above all others
• I don’t want to engage you or your point, or your experience, because I don’t like the way you’ve expressed it, it is not the way I express things

All of these are bullshit, all of these things are ways to dismiss arguments, stifle expression, and erase entire groups of people from the discussion.  When you ask people to only engage you if they are educated enough, neurotypical enough, versed in your language of choice, and detached enough to put up with all of your bullshit and play nice with people who are likely actively or passively oppressing them?  You are cutting off entire perspectives from your debate, and you are being a fucking asshole.  If you read someone’s post and dismiss what they are trying to express because you think they were rude (tone argument), or illogical (you’re too emotionally invested), or didn’t spell something correctly (grammar policing), you are seriously just being a privileged dick and either pushing people out of your space, or invading their space to try to hold them up to your bullshit standard, and you need to gtfo.

 Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times: yes!

Correcting other people’s grammar as if that invalidates their ideas or indicates they’re uneducated does not mean you’re clever, it means you’re a douche.

emilyswash:

[trigger warning for mention of sexual assault]

to the oklahoma lawmakers who will force all women to receive an ultrasound prier to an abortion:

why don’t you print out the ultrasound pictures out in a pastel frame? make me take them home and hang them on my wall as a souvenir of the night that is branded like red coals to flesh on my memory, the night when his hand pressed so hard against my shoulder blade i felt more intimacy with asphalt.

why don’t you knit the baby a sweater? make me take it out and smell it on the anniversary of this day for the rest of my life to remind me that i chose to be a murderer instead of bringing a child into this world where we kill people in the name of freedom but imprison people in the name of life. you could pass laws for that too, you know.

it’s bad enough that i can still see his handprints on my thighs but now i can see your probing eyes scraping across my cervix, tattooing my womb with shame. why don’t you send me a card every mother’s day to remind me of how wretched i am? sign it, “your friend at the state capital, making sure you know we actually do something all day with your tax dollars.”

look: i know it can get boring, between the [??] association breakfast and the oil and gas industry lunch and i know you need something to do between screwing up our election system and passing off your racism as an immigration bill, but i need a little more from you than a piece of paper.

i mean, if you really want to show me that you believe in faith, family, and freedom, then why don’t you come along for the ride? i could have used you that night, after the football game, him finally showing my attention, me grasping for acceptance. tell me i’m special so when he hands me the next drink i don’t look to the bottom of it for approval. tell me to scream louder so someone might find us. wrap me in a blanket when he’s done. take me home, my body a [??], my heart the grimy gym floor after the pep rally. give me the words to say to my parents when i come out of the bathroom with a plus sign on the stick, and he won’t even talk to me. the school hallway is a canyon. silence echoes in my skull, and i don’t know what to do. tell me what to do. sit with me at the clinic, the ticker plucking away at my innocence, give me the REVELATION that the blip on the screen is actually a baby. take me home when i change my mind, take me to the doctor every month, hold my hand in the delivery room. i will name him after you if you will help me do my homework when he’s crying in the next room. give me food stamps, pay my gas bills, put him in an after-school program where he learns he can sell my pain pills, have mercy on him when he goes to court, give me strength when they sentence him.

if you wanna play god, mister and missus law makers, if you want to write your bible on my organs, you better be there when i am down on my knees, pleading for relief from your morality.

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julietburgess:

This is wonderful.

so beautiful, eloquent and succinct. anti-choicers everywhere need to hear this.

shit. shit. wow.

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nevver:

John Stezaker

nevver:

Doctor Who Infographic

 It occurs to me, if the doctor is 900 years old why have eleven of his twelve regenerations happened in the last 50 years?

I’m sure I’m a little behind the times with this, but also think it’s pretty rad that this is now the tumblr error message.

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radioactivemongoose:

anne hathaway in drag

anne hathaway in drag

guh….

Oh fuck.

oh

will never not reblog this glorious picture.

 …well, I just got bumped over on the kinsey scale a bit, anyone else

mm-mmmmmmrrrrr

Even though I’ve posted it before, I can’t not reblog this. <3

oh my god

Anne Hathaway please stop making terrible romantic comedies and just

do this

forever

please

ffffff

she looks AMAZING

reblogging this again for the precious golden expression on her face

 I think I’ve reblogged this before too, but I see no reason not to again.

Anonymous asked: what you can see look through the window?

I’ve got no idea how long this has been sitting in my ask box, but the long overdue answer to your question is that it’s night time right now, so I can’t really see anything.

I’ve not tumbled for a while, but I’m kinda drunk so I think tonight is a night for tumbling.

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Marauder Shoes COMPLETE by ~KDodge

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lesbianoutlaw:

Ianto: I know you get lonely.
Jack: Going home wouldn’t fix that. Being here, I’ve seen things I never dreamt I’d see, loved people I never would have known if I’d stayed where I was… And I wouldn’t change that for the world.

Torchwood | 2x03 “To the Last Man”

yeah, yeah—i’m a softie.

 I’ll second that. Possibly the best exchange in the whole season. And not just the kiss, which is totally phenomenal … but the decision behind it that makes the kiss possible.

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nevver:

The UnGooglable Man