I’m not fucking shy!
I don’t just need to go out more ok
AND YOU DO NOT HAND ME A PHONE AND EXPECT ME TO ACTUALLY TALK TO THAT PERSON AND BE FINE.
YOU JUST DON’T OK.
I can actually respond to someone who talk to me in a bus or waiting to pay for groceries instead of just smiling awkwardly and praying they’ll get the hint and shut up. That took me years to accomplish ok.
But a surprise call? From someone that’s not my sis or my mum?
Please let’s never do that again. I’m actually crying thinking about it. Also I didn’t talk to them, I gave back the phone and my neighbor did the talking.
On the plus side I’m babysitting tomorrow and getting paid.
TRIGGER WARNING: Rape, misogyny, general horribleness
I am asked all the time why I think Professional Internet Types tend to be male more often than female. Is it because women aren’t as aggressive about building an audience and so struggle amid the media saturation? Is it because women aren’t as funny, or aren’t as talented, or blah blah blah?
Maybe we need to consider that one of the central reasons women artists/vloggers/musicians/etc. are less likely to rise to prominence online is that whenever women build an audience online, men threaten those women with rape and murder. And unlike traditional celebrities, most of these women do not have the resources to hire the kind of lawyers and bodyguards that one needs to stay safe.
Like all misogyny, and I want to emphasize this, this is bad not just for women but also for all human beings. We are better off as a species if everyone has a chance to be heard, and we are worse off if talented people like Kitty Pryde don’t have the basic safety and security that one needs in order to effectively make and share stuff.
But it’s not just these kinds of horrifying threats (which as pointed out above is “the most normal thing”).
I also want to say something to all those guys who are like I was as a teenager: You’re not a sick person trying to get someone’s attention by harming or threatening them, but you do have a weird relationship with the women who make work you like. You think that if this person knew you, you could be friends…maybe more than friends. And so you want to get her attention, so you can get to know each other, because then you’ll definitely become friends or maybe—
When you start falling down that rabbit hole, stop. I know it’s hard. But stop.
What we love—even if these people make highly personal and confessional vlogs or whatever—is the stuff they make, not the people themselves. And what we really want is for more of that stuff to exist in the world. So the only proper way to be a fan is to let them be, so that they can bring more good and useful stuff into the world for us to enjoy.
Tumblr can be a scary place.
Like I’m a bit terrified that I’m going to get killed in my sleep because of the next sentence.
I don’t like pizza!
As an angel can you imagine the way cas saw meg?
All distorted and disfigured and plain monstrous
And yet not once did he indicate any repulsion
He kissed her no question
He treated her well
Just shows how much castiel truly cares about the goodness of the heart
first Wednesday without supernatural
are you telling me it’s only been a week??
He just realised you love him too, you idiot.
lets do a thing. reblog and add your city and country. if it's already there, don't add it again. lets take a look at tumblr's diversity
I fucking love Laci Green OK!
can we talk about how Victorian Clara knew to use the word “POND” because she had seen the Ponds throughout his time stream and realised it was the only way to save him.
i want the first scene of season 9 to be some sleazy creep trying to pick up this girl and he wraps his greasy arm around her and goes “so… did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” and she yanks out her angel blade and ganks him and as his mutilated corpse falls to the ground she mutters “i hate this planet”
i’ve decided i’m going to reblog this gif every day until november.
Straight as his rainbow slinky.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
But still no Oscar.
so my nan was spouting some crap about how gay people aren’t really people because of what it says in the bible so I said “you think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you but if you walked the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew” and she shut the fuck up
she had no idea I was quoting a song from Pocahontas
my faith in my generation has been restored
What I’d like to know is how could you have quoted Pocahontas without freakin’ singing it? I tried reading it in a normal voice and I just couldn’t… even inside my own head!