im dying of period cramps on the sofa and i heard someone in the kitchen and assumed it was my mom so i yelled I CAN FEEL MY UTERUS PULSING HELP and my dad came into the room with the most horrified expression on his face
i found this on my bed
my school put me in charge of the posters for LGBTQ acceptance and i kind of just
great job, you just alienated every LGBTQ kid in your school who doesn’t give a crap about your shitty fandoms just so you could make a fucking tumblr post
hope you feel proud of yourself for indulging in your fandom rather than actually making posters that everyone rather than a select few people will actually understand!
No. Stop. Stop insulting someone’s efforts to aid the LGBTQ community. Shut your fucking mouth and think for a minute.
When I was in high school, I was the president of our Gay-Straight Alliance. We tried everything to get new members and to gain support for years, but even in my senior year, we were still referred to “the gay club” and received no support from the school whatsoever.
To run a school club, you need support.
Harry Potter happens to be an extremely popular series. Pitch Perfect as well. Every time my club advertised, we would try to include everyone, suggesting that people visit, maybe even once. But by using popular media like that, you not only emphasize your point in a way people will enjoy, you do it in a way people will understand.
In no way is this a form of alienation. Not at all. You’re not saying “If you don’t like this fandom, you can’t join our club.”
FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESE, THEY’RE SAYING “DON’T BE AN ASSHAT BY NOT ACCEPTING PEOPLE WHO ARE DIFFERENT.”
So please, refrain from demonizing someone who was doing all they can to support the LGBTQ community.
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
my idea of a hot date
I had no idea there were women like this how do I find them?
I mean shit bro are we really that rare
show me a man who would have a doctor who or tolkein marathon as a first date and I think I will have found my soulmate.
show me a woman who would have a doctor who or tolkein marathon as a first date and I think I will have found my soulmate.
I think they found each other’s soul mates, guys.
I ship it
i had no idea that there were guys that would like this i need to get out more
the problem is that they’re not out either
reasons cats are great:
- they’re selective about who they’re affectionate to—so they really love you!!
- fluffy, pet forever
- winky cat kisses
- “I love you” headbutts
- swishy tail
- sit on your head
- sleep on your tummy
- groom you with their scratchy tongue
- react to surprising things by leaping ten feet in the air
Pipos Doll Animation (by DollPaCa)
That was sadder than the opening bit in Pixar’s UP.
Everything about this was perfect. The animation could not be any better; the lack of actual words yet it still portrays rich emotion. In the beginning, it shows how a family can continue on. But as it goes, it shows that tragedy can still happen. Life is life.
There are tears rolling down my face, and the only thing I would criticize is that felt no closure in the end. When the screen went black it felt like my heart stopped because I didn’t want it to end.