Which is better: telling your parents news they’re probably not going to like when you don’t have enough time to really talk it out but they’ll have time to process/talk to their therapist before they have to go to work/etc….OR telling them when you have some actual time to explain and comfort etc, but they won’t see their therapist for another week/they have to go work right afterward?

I have a calmish post on Facebook about the fact that my iPad isn’t turning on. I’mma let the panic out here.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS BAD. I HAVE ZERO MONEY TO GET MYSELF A NEW DEVICE. I AM COMPLETELY UNABLE TO WRITE AT HOME BECAUSE OF MY FUCKED UP BRAIN. MY LAPTOP IS SLOW AND CLUNKY AND CROTCHETY TO THE POINT OF BASICALLY BEING USELESS EXCEPT AS AN ITUNES MACHINE. WITHOUT IPAD I HAVE NO FEASIBLE MEANS TO WRITE. I HAVE NO MONEY OR TIME TO BRING IT SOMEWHERE TO GET CHECKED OR FIXED. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKIDY FUCK FUCKING FUCK.

….

I don’t feel better.

servicedoodle:

amusealittlemuse:

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pkmnbreederbrianna:

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Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack pray that runs

jesus that is good to know.

Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten. 

REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit

my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies

Another Fun Fact: Cheetah’s are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetah’s are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Other’s will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll loose their cubs.

So zoo’s with breeding program’s had to figure out how to make Cheetah’s comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.

So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!


The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!

Thats fucking adorable as hell

Cheetahs with service dogs! That makes me happy

I LOVE cheetahs, every bit of this post makes me SO HAPPY aaaa

(via violetobsession)

There appears to be this great trend going on with people close to me in different areas of my life. It starts with not just recognizing that I’ve been helpful to them and reliable when they need me, but praising me for it…then being so comfortable with me that they assume shitty things about me for no reason and dump all their anxiety and depression on me.

You’re such a good person, I’m going to reward you with poison.

That’s my life right now. What the fuck.

azurewhelp:

littlefroggies:

bisexual-community:

Common Myths About Bisexuality from the lovely Webcomic “Jesus Loves Lesbians, Too” by bi blogger & author Maria Burnham (writer/memoirist) and Maggie Siegel-Berele (comic artist). 

I usually don’t reblog stuff like this because this is my art blog but this hit close to home and reminded me of so many conversations that made me feel like garbage.

This kinda made me get a little teary eyed because it also reminded me of a lot of garbage convos people have had with me.

(via stepchildofthesun)

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Reporter: So, why do you write these strong female characters?
Joss Whedon: Because you’re still asking me that question.

The question should be “Why do you write seemingly strong women and then punish them for that strength?” I see a lot of characters in this set who got shit on by Joss not to mention at least one actress he fired for the crime of getting pregnant.

A friend of mine likes to challenge “Joss Whedon, Feminist” acolytes to name a female character on Buffy who doesn’t die or go crazy.

I feel like this game could be expanded to find lead female characters who don’t die, go crazy, or lose a loved one in a gruesome way as part of their suffering. Bonus points if they get to the end without anyone threatening to rape them or trying to rape them. There has to be at least one right?

If we include those, we may as well be playing bingo. Joss Whedon’s female characters’ punishments: collect them all!

Who gets mind wiped? Who gets beaten? Who watches everything she ever loved burn? It’s a game for all ages! Bonus points for the ones who die without ever having gotten to live!

I might have feelings about Kendra. A lot of them.

Goddamit, and now I feel compelled to do an actual tally of his original female characters, albeit offhand and from memory. So:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Buffy - two deaths, one rape threat, one attempted rape, two sexual assaults, one dead parent.

Willow - one rape threat, two breaks with sanity, one dead girlfriend.

Cordelia - damselled about a billion times, one attempted forced marriage.

Anya -  one rape threat, dead.

Tara - dead.

Kendra - dead.

Faith - multiple breaks with sanity.

Ms Calender - dead.

Joyce - dead.

Dawn - one attempted forced marriage, one dead parent.

Darla - dead.

Drusilla - multiple breaks with sanity.

[I don’t know enough about angel, I cut this part]

Firefly

Kaylee - one rape threat.

River - multiple breaks with sanity.

Zoe - one dead husband.

Inara - one threat of sexual assault.

[I don’t know enough about doll house, I cut this part]

I should probably leave this hornet’s nest alone.  But I’m pissed off right now, because today I learned people think Joss Whedon is sexist for putting his female characters through the wringer.

As if a fundamental part of the hero’s journey isn’t suffering, having loved ones die, or dying themselves.  As if he doesn’t do that to EVERYONE he writes.  Here are some of his male characters’ trials, in the same form as above (and this is just the stuff I remember off the top of my head):

Giles - one dead lover/dear friend, brutally tortured at least once

Xander - one threat of sexual assault, implied childhood abuse, at least one break with reality (that made him leave Anya at the altar), one dead lover, loses an eye

Spike - sexually assaulted by his mother, attempted forced marriage (the same spell that got Buffy), brutally tortured, at least one break with sanity, one death

Riley - turned into a meat puppet by Frankensoldier Adam

Angel - tortured in hell, at least one death, lots of other stuff I don’t remember because Angel bores me

Wash - brutally tortured, dead

Mal - brutally tortured

Book - dead

And what do I see when I look at the female characters listed above?

Buffy - survives the series with a hopeful heart, comes up with a plan to break an explicitly patriarchal tradition, saves the world a lot, allowed to be flawed and messy and still strong

Willow - survives the series, finds love again after the death of her soulmate, grows from an awkward high school girl to a junkie to the most powerful witch in history

Dawn - survives the series, grows from an annoying little sister to a competent young woman

Faith - survives the series, seemingly a “bad girl” stereotype who actually has depth and a compelling misled-by-evil-(and-love) —> redemption arc

Cordelia - seemingly a “shallow girl” stereotype who actually has depth and comes through when her friends need her despite being out of her element

Anya - a former monster who switches sides, finds and loses love but consciously steps away from deadly coping mechanisms, can run a store better than Giles,  illuminates humanity in compelling ways

Tara - shy and unassuming, wise and compassionate and forgiving. She can’t beat up monsters, but that’s okay, she’s still part of the team.

For fuck’s sake.  It’s supernatural genre television, not tiptoeing through fields of daisies.  People will die.  People will be threatened.  Sometimes it will happen as a plot device.  If you write a lot of female characters (I saw something earlier like the percentage of women in primetime shows is like 17%, which Whedon obviously blows out of the water), a lot of them are going to have horrible things happen to them.

But what Whedon does that’s so different from most is he writes female characters as people.  He doesn’t portray stereotypical femininity and strength as mutually exclusive.  He shows that physical strength isn’t the only “real” strength they can have.  He gives them diverse personalities and shows how they’re all powerful and weak in their own way.  He lets them grow and evolve organically.  He lets them be compelling villains.  He lets them be sympathetic victims.  He lets them be fearless warriors for good.  Sometimes all three.  He lets them make horrible mistakes and successfully atone for them.  He shows them suffering for plot-related reasons, doesn’t shy away from the after-effects (versus, say, Deanna Troi in TNG - so much of the stuff that happened to her was gratuitous) and shows them getting back up.

Also, don’t you dare pretend Joyce’s death can be reduced to part of some anti-feminist pattern (for three separate characters, no less.  And the fact that Buffy even had a parent in the first place is unusual for the hero archetype).  That kind of thing actually happens in the real world, it was handled with incredible sensitivity and realism, and watching Buffy and Dawn go through the grieving process is something many people relate to intensely.  It’s fantastic writing.  It’s good conflict.  It’s good television.

If anyone is writing off Joss’ female characters, it’s you.  It’s the people who act like these characters are little more than a list of tragic and biased casualties, and fuck everything else they accomplish.

^*slow claps it out*

If you think Joss Whedon is sexist you’re wrong. Sorry.

(Source: hxcfairy, via stepchildofthesun)

So today my mom and I were shopping and we found some Doctor Who stuff and she said, “Ugh, Doctor Who is for BOYS.”

ayehchai:

invaderphantom0104:

I WANT EVERY SINGLE FEMALE WHOVIAN TO REBLOG THIS TO SHOW MY MOM THAT DOCTOR WHO IS FOR GIRLS AND BOYS. 

C’mon! Let’s show her the power of the female Whovians!!! :D

(via violetobsession)

Okay, this has been driving me crazy since yesterday afternoon.

We have a new co-worker, a really nice woman, very sweet and just lovely.

Yesterday we were talking about the new pastries in our case, and she mentioned that she’s been really bad about the mark-outs, and has gained about five pounds since she started working here. We laughed and joked about how tempting and dangerous they were. A little later, I’m in the back washing dishes when she and another co-worker are in the back, one clocking out and one going on break. She mentions the weight gain again, but this time says how GROSS she feels, and how she knew she was getting really bad because her thighs almost touch.

Her thighs almost touching apparently = gross.

And it’s been driving me fucking nuts in the 16 hours since then….well, except the 5.5 I was asleep.

You know what’s gross? Curdled milk. Rotten meat. A puddle of vomit. The idea of sex with Mitt Romney. Roadkill that’s been in the sun a few days.

Think about your body. Even if it’s at a weight you’d rather it wasn’t, even if you feel unhealthy, even if you’re not completely happy with it, is your body REALLY as bad as a dead opossum ripening on the pavement? As bad as a mouthful of fermented curdles?

If you really think that, please, I beg of you, go see a therapist. Because a living, breathing body is NEVER GROSS.

I really thought when the co-worker with the eating disorder left—the one who estimated she hate about 3000 calories one day so literally ATE NOTHING the next, and talked about feeling gross at 140 lbs around two workers, including me, who weigh 160 or more—that I had heard the last of the drive-by body shaming. And the worst thing is, New Co-worker isn’t a bad person. Hell, neither was the last one, I really miss her (except for the constant talk about how gross she was for gaining weight when she’s PREGNANT). So the idea of confronting her and telling her that those words made me feel like shit is really unpleasant.

…but I think I have to do it anyway.

Because my thighs touch. My wonderful, handsome, fucking sexy-as-hell husband’s thighs touch. And he hates his body and it KILLS ME to hear him say that. And he says that, we all say and think that, because we grow up hearing it and seeing it and learning it, that bodies outside the norm are “gross,” and it NEEDS TO FUCKING STOP.

A LIVING, BREATHING BODY IS NEVER GROSS.

FULL STOP.