. neo grotesque .

adsertoris:

Sigourney Weaver and the Alien Queen on the set of Aliens (1986)

adsertoris:

Sigourney Weaver and the Alien Queen on the set of Aliens (1986)

butt-berry:

Me in the club

butt-berry:

Me in the club

justmandyisfine:

ladyhistory:

beggars-opera:

moxiearien:

cresentmoon2000:

katiaobinger:

the true american experience is wondering if you just heard firecrackers or gunshots

PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE

bonus points: both are illegal in your state and you still cannot tell

do you mean: my life for the past week 

IT’S THAT DAMN WEEK AGAIN ALL ACROSS AMERICA

Extra bonus point: it’s 3 am and there’s screaming after the noise , you still cannot tell

writeroost:

oswinco:

Hey instead of saying that men or white people are the problem how about we say sexists and racists are the problem (◕‿◕✿)

How about instead of picking out individuals as the problem we admit that entire cultural narratives are the problem and if you use excuses to avoid analysing how you play a part in perpetuating that culture (either intentionally or unintentionally) you are part of the problem (◕‿◕✿)

ibornasatree:

source

ravennowithtea:

Sailor Uranus x Sailor Neptune / Haruka x Michiru

ravennowithtea:

Sailor Uranus x Sailor Neptune / Haruka x Michiru

What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

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orionbolt:

Harley =Mother

wolverxne:

Freddy The Fox by: [Rob Lee]

Photographers note: "This brave fox wandered up on our porch. He's half cat, half dog, and all cute. When the fox first came for a visit we instantly named it "Freddy the Fox." But after we got to know it we found out Freddy is actually Frederica."

serenity-moon:

Happy Birthday Usagi & Chibiusa!

tacoposey:

my mom once told me about how her friend’s daughter was once in a weird relationship with an older man who got off on paying her bills 

like he would give her a credit card and would totally find sexual pleasure in going over all the purchases she made with his money

but they hardly ever talked or saw each other

and the story still sits with me because i think that’s like fairytale kinds of magic right there

frilllyknickers:

Omfg

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