Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE.

Tim Burton should just make a movie called ‘Johnny Depp’.

plot twist: Johnny Depp is played by Helena Bonham Carter

ruthlentless:

ikenbot:

Sentinels of the Arctic
Image Credit & Copyright: Niccolò Bonfadini
Who guards the north?
Judging from the above photograph, possibly giant trees covered in snow and ice. The picture was taken last winter in Finnish Lapland where weather can include sub-freezing temperatures and driving snow.
Surreal landscapes sometimes result, where common trees become cloaked in white and so appear, to some, as watchful aliens.
Far in the distance, behind this uncommon Earthly vista, is a more common sight — a Belt of Venus that divided a darkened from sunlit sky as the Sun rose behind the photographer. Of course, in the spring, the trees have thawed and Lapland looks much different.

who guards the north?
giant snow penises

ruthlentless:

ikenbot:

Sentinels of the Arctic

Image Credit & Copyright: Niccolò Bonfadini

Who guards the north?

Judging from the above photograph, possibly giant trees covered in snow and ice. The picture was taken last winter in Finnish Lapland where weather can include sub-freezing temperatures and driving snow.

Surreal landscapes sometimes result, where common trees become cloaked in white and so appear, to some, as watchful aliens.

Far in the distance, behind this uncommon Earthly vista, is a more common sight — a Belt of Venus that divided a darkened from sunlit sky as the Sun rose behind the photographer. Of course, in the spring, the trees have thawed and Lapland looks much different.

who guards the north?

giant snow penises

Listen,

It does not matter what you say. As a woman, as a woman of color, as a woman of size, as a woman with large breasts or no breasts and a lifetime of experience with bucketloads of passion. It does not fucking matter.*

Because unless there is a white guy backing you up, you are an angry bitch. Uppity, spirited, “that girl,” the femanazi, the super-libber, the PC chick, the conspiracy theorist…

I just wish my own experiences were enough. That the experiences of fellow women were enough. But we must always come with backers. We must always have a few men nodding along behind us in the crowd. And at the very least if we’re going to be so bold as to bring up racism or sexism in polite company then we better be willing to quote reputable studies that have been widely recognized by the psychological and sociological communities.

If we lack this armor we are just drama. Dramatic or… wait for it… psycho bitches who think everybody is out to rape them or thinks they must be, “Like, soooo attractive to be hit on so much and totally, probably, like, thinks like a victim.”

This is so dangerous because I believe it teaches us not to trust our own judgments. Sadly, in this world, that can be life or death. When that guy hits on you for the third time at the club we should just get over it. He wasn’t being that creepy. “Oh no, girl, don’t talk to the bouncer about him, that’s just drama. Just have a good time.” I complained anyway but nothing was done.

And hey, when he tries to attack you while leaving the club—which happened to me and a friend in June of this year—the police may ask you why you didn’t complain “more than once” to security. I shit you not.

Because it is never good enough. It’s always a teachable moment from man to woman. So listen up, child, because that’s exactly what you are. At least until a white man comes to back up your claims. But I don’t have to tell you that. You already know. The trick is for this argument not to be dismissed outright by some dude in a Quicksilver t-shirt because the fact is, he has final say on the veracity of our claims.

Olivia Marudan, via PersephoneMagazine (via soydulcedeleche)

always reblog

(via methodistcoloringbook)

ladylarissa:

ohno789:

Cards Against Humanity is a party game for horrible people.

Unlike most of the party games you’ve played before, Cards Against Humanity is as despicable and awkward as you and your friends.

The game is simple. Each round, one player asks a question from a Black Card, and everyone else answers with their funniest White Card.



And it is distributed under a Creative Commons license, meaning it is not only free to play, but remixing, and changing the game are more than just encouraged.

The official hard copy has been sold out for a while now, but a PDF of all the cards, and instructions distributed by the creators for making your own deck can be found here.

You’re welcome, and enjoy!

OH MY GOD

THIS IS AMAZING

thedailywhat:

Morning Fluff: Sans actual fluff, but otherwise true to life.

[tastefullyoffensive]

themissionvision:

Tomasz Gudzowaty’s photography.

He is particularly interested in non-commercial sports, and also those that are not present in the media, sports that are exotic, atypical, or somehow outside the mainstream.

da kitty gots a bow tie. 
da kitty gots a bow tie. 

wannatee:

lol trollolol ohno <3

BOOM →

caiticornia:


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thedailywhat:

Afternoon Snack: Baby is determined, and Kitty is oblivious.

[dpf]

Johnnys — PLAYED 3,347 TIMES

helicoptersky:

Johnny’s 2008-2012 hit singles in 9 minutes and 42 seconds.

Guess all the songs and you’ll win… um… a very special prize? :D