I highly encourage turning on the tumblr setting for showing timestamps on posts and replies. It helps keep things in context. It's really easy to feel overwhelmed when you see post after post of bad news with no reference to when it's happening - there's a sense of urgency and panic because it all seems current, even if logically you understand that there's lots of post churn due to the nature of the queue/reblog system.
sushuric devotee: ways to look more angelic! carry flowers everywhere, pink or gold eyeshadow, wear long ankle dresses, soft humming, have a pink glowy blush…
vikhelic devotee: wield a FLAMING SWORD
rhavic devotee: be covered in eyes
candrelic devotee: shine with the glory of a divine messenger!
rayatic devotee: be majestic and indescribable
thamelic devotee: wings in multiples of 12
matic devotee: tell people when you meet them to BE NOT AFRAID
sushuric devotee:
Radfems I'm begging you to reblog posts. Make a side blog of you must. This website works with reblogs. Misogynists have misinformation getting thousands of notes and radfems can barely get posts past their friend group.
i need to get addicted to completing tasks
El Muchacho Monday
my only wish is that once guillermo does turn into a vampire he becomes just as stupid as the rest of them I think being an absolute idiot just comes with the vampire curse
I really think the effect of the 2016 election on the collective psyche of young and teenage girls cannot be downplayed
Great art, sadly there is definitely a man jacking off to this somewhere. And he is looking like a millimeter away from that baby's head. Not the choice I would made tbh.
What do we think of the new Halsey album cover gyns??? This is a censored version, her entire boob is out in the actual cover. Tbh I’m really disturbed by the recent trend of women being partially naked on their album covers.
Here’s what Halsey said about this cover: “This album is a concept album about the joys and horrors of pregnancy and childbirth. It was very important to me that the cover art conveyed the sentiment of my journey over the past few months. The dichotomy of the Madonna and the *****. The idea that me as a sexual being and my body as a vessel and gift to my child are two concepts that can co-exist peacefully and powerfully. My body has belonged to the world in many different ways the past few years, and this image is my means of reclaiming my autonomy and establishing my pride and strength as a life force for my human being.
This cover image celebrates pregnant and postpartum bodies as something beautiful, to be admired. We have a long way to go with eradicating the social stigma around bodies & breastfeeding. I hope this can be a step in the right direction!”
I hate the idea that women need to be sexual in order to reclaim their ‘autonomy’, and that they need to be sexual in order to show that they’re worthy of being admired.
So imagine that the roads you drive on every day are filled with potholes that make commute unbearable. And imagine there are people with pickaxes who deliberately dig holes in the road. You're like isn't it awful that those potholes are there.
But then someone's like well some countries have mud roads, why complain. And another one's like the pickaxe wielders are only doing this because they're really sad and need a purpose in life. And another one's like those other drivers with big trucks don't feel anything so there really is no issue, buy shock absorbers. Another one's like actually the bumps in the road are comforting to me because they've been there my whole life, the roller coaster builds character.
Then the ones who do realise yeah there are holes in the road will talk about how bad it is but then they never bring up maybe stopping the pickaxers from digging the holes, or get some asphalt to fill them in, or build the roads better. And then when you do it's like whatttt that takes work. On second thought I feel bad for the pickaxers. Maybe we should start digging holes too, then we have control over where the holes are. Let's throw rocks at anyone who tries to stop them. And you feel like everyone else in the room is crazy and you're the only sane one, or vice versa, you can't tell anymore. That's what being a radical feminist feels like.
By Phoebe Wahl