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heterofauxbia:

thisworldcollides:

thethneedler:

EVERYBODY SHOULD READ THIS!!!!!!!!!
REBLOG…IT CAN SAVE A LIFE OR TWO!!!
WARNING: Some knew about the red light on cars, but not Dialing 112.
An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. Lauren’s parents have always told her to never pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc.

Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called, 112 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was and there weren’t, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way. 

Ten minutes later 4 cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes.
I never knew about the 112 Cell Phone feature. I tried it on my AT&T phone & it said, “Dialing Emergency Number.”
Especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going on to a safe place.

*Speaking to a service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that 112 was a direct link to State trooper info. So, now it’s your turn to let your friends know about “Dialing, 112”

You may want to send this to every Man, Woman & Youngster you know; it may well save a life. 

This applies to ALL 50 states
PLEASE PASS ALONG TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY, IT CAN SAVE A LIFE….

112 is an international emergency number that will CONNECT YOU TO THE CLOSEST EMERGENCY NUMBER for that country. anywhere okay :)

SIGNAL BOOST

netbug009:

pegasusie:

lady-swillmart:

beelzebubwashere:

that-lex-kid:

shimagu:

chichipinx:

onehappykarla:

Tips to make yourself a better person. - ShindanMaker (en)

Karla is lacking 1) more HDD space 2) Pokemon 3) the ability to fly.

jaka is lacking 1) communication skills 2) friends 3) a real life.

Shon is lacking 1) a job 2) telekinesis 3) friends.

Lex is lacking 1) communication skills 2) willpower 3) THAT.

perf

Emily is lacking 1) a million dollars 2) good looks 3) a waifu.

Ouch.

lady swillmart is lacking 1) moe 2) invisibility 3) fashion sense.

I thought these rainbow stripe bellbottoms looked pretty good but…

Susie is lacking 1) moe 2) good taste 3) dreams.

>:|

Netbug is lacking 1) Pokemon 2) dreams 3) imagination.

HOW MUCH POKEMON DOES ONE GIRL NEED?! WHAT ARE YOU COMPARING ME TO BLACKJACK OR SOMETHING????

1) good taste 2) communication skills 3) a job……..hm. (°^°)

confidentinmyskinn:

rhosyncalypso:

weasleyappreciationblog:

nick-lang-is-twilight-sparkle:

the-feminist-librarian:

feministdykeslut:

slutshamersonfb:

TRIGGER WARNING

This is a Scottish anti-rape PSA that is a direct response to blaming a rape victim for dressing like a slut. What do you think? Is it effective?

ummmmm YES.

we need PSA’s like this in the U.S. asap. this video gets to the point of what rape culture is and is very serious about it.

WIN WIN WIN WIN

Wow, absolutely. This was amazing, and it was only thirty seconds.

this is fantastic

This!! Show this in the states! 

Fucking brilliant

aiwa-sensei:

iwasjustkidding:

iridescentcatharsis:

macmuffinpro:

picnicinparadise:

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

Why do I learn more about math from Tumblr than my 12+ years of formal education????????

No math teacher ever taught me this trick. Got damn.

This is great and all if you know how to subtract things from 100 

jellyofpokemon:

Artist Kuitsuku

femfirebender:

((Why doesn’t this have more notes? The looks of all the different cultures is so beautiful.

(Source: my-sweet-sansrival)

diemarysues:

I like making these things.

Art credit: [x]

t-funster:

aaiacos:

It all started with the Movimento Passe Livre (“Free Fare Movement”), with protesting against the increase of R$0,20 for tickets of public transportation. Different cities adhered to the idea, including São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro and Porto Alegre, and millions of people gathered in the streets to scream against the taxes.

It all started with R$0,20, but it was never just about that. It was about our high taxes and low quality public services, it was about comparing the minimum wage to the R$3,20 (or small variations, depending on the city) of the bus, it was about watching in silence this price getting bigger and bigger each year. It was about seeing various problems from a distance, from schools and work, from our living rooms and from casual conversations, talking and joking about the corruption or failures in the system, rightfully angry, but doing nothing.

It started with the Free Fare Movement, with knowing that we need to pay at least R$130 (of a R$678 minimum wage for a large number of people, or more, but also forced to afford high prices for everything else) to work weekdays in a month.

It was - and still is, because it didn’t stop, not in São Paulo, not in other cities - a fair complaint. It was a fair complaint, and the protesters were right in being angry. They were shouting for “No violence”, and were answered by rubber bullets, pepper spray, tear gas, concussion grenades (here called “moral effect bombs”), spankings and arrests.

The right-wing media is calling the protesters vandals and rioters (although some people broke things, it was a very small group, largely criticized by the rest), the conservative middle and upper classes are saying it’s an exaggeration. I say it’s in time. Since the dictatorship and Fernando Collor’s impeachment, Brazil’s middle class (more than 50% of the country) was caught in a lethargic state, but 2013 is trying to change that, and now we finally have a chance to rise, and fight against violence, inequality, and taxes most of the population cannot afford to pay.

Reblogging myself again. Spread the word.

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

casistooadorableandithurts:

awkward-bookworm:

kick-it-up-a-notch:

I think I just found the Empress of Weeping Angels.

SHE’S ARMED.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOBODY BLINK!!

WE’RE DOOMED!

(Source: gothamsnexttoprobin)

blurringtheliness:

God, why are all the Peter Pans so perfect.

(Source: xxbecstarrittaxx)

beastlyart:

ea-solinas:

Pictures from The Resurrectionistby E.B. Hudspeth.

I recommend it wholeheartedly! It’s full of pictures like these!

Yes hello I need all of this.

quantumeagle:

doctorsnowsdesk:

quantumeagle:

We still have people who judge based on looks, race and religion, and discriminate the so-called “oppressor”. So don’t let your guard down.

tumblr user quantumeagle needs a nice big can of shut the actual fuck up

my point exactly

chaosglow:

From her remarks he grew even more frustrated that she belittled him like a harpy constantly swaying back and forth and when the remarks stopped he was thankful to the large cat that made her change her mind of leaving him there. This woman was full of surprises and she understood what he had called to her. Otherwise how would she be able to understand and answer back with such sarcasm?  It was true of the words he spoke for he thought she had no recollection of elvish. Even though he was high up in the air, his keen blueish gray eyes observed her movements as she had touched the base of the tree and was aiding herself with a staff.  From her actions she had to be blind for no other human would gingerly touch things without a reason.

Legolas’s hands were feeling like great weights; his ankles twitching as the rope was harsh and prickly giving him an itching sensation. He could not reach his legs and so he endured the bothersome feeling as he spotted her now climbing the tree and calling out to her animal below. His body now rested upon a cluster of leaves and branches with her quick thinking, he was relieved to be free and all seemed fine until his ears picked upon the sound of a branch giving in to the weight. Without a moment to spare he reached out his right arm and seized her right hand; clutching tightly so that she would not hurt herself. It was the least he could for his rescuer.

Pulling her up with the strength of ten men, she was easy to lift and would be easy to carry like baggage upon his shoulders on his way down. Placing her over his left shoulder, he descended from the branches as his bow would be a bother to her for it was strapped to his back along with his quiver full of arrows and long elven knifes. She would have to avoid being poked and prodded by his assault of weaponry until he safely made it to the ground. Judging the descent of the fall, Legolas knew he would be unharmed as he prepared to drop the next twenty five ft below and hopefully she would hang on for dear life in any way she could for it would be a long drop otherwise. What seemed like slow motion, he landed without any trouble; his feet hitting the ground effortlessly and the rest of his body followed leaving him in a crouched warrior’s pose. Glancing over at his shoulder a slight smirk was present on his face as he lifted her off his body and readjusted his belt and clothes afterwards.

 ”O-!” Just as it had registered in her head that she was falling something gripped firmly around her right hand. Exhaling a sigh of relief she steered her attention to face that which the hand belonged to; with the proximity between them shorted Naira was able to make out some what of an outline of the elf’s features. The most focused detail she could see in his face was the slight noticeable color in his eyes; other than that, she could only see the fair light pigment of his skin and hair. “whoa-ah!” Being lifted up so easily surprised Naira, but being thrown over the elf’s shoulder surprised her even more. “Eh?Eh?” She squirmed around trying to get her self free, but the elf was already climbing his way down the tree. “Put me down! I can climb down myse-Ow!” In the midst of her retaliation the bow that was across the elf’s back smacked her in the face; holding her hands over her nose in pain she mumbled a few curses under her breath. Noticing that the elf had stopped climbing down, and was now walking to the end of one of the lower branches she nervously tried looking from either side of the elf to get a better notion of he was about to do. “Hey, hey. Wh-what are you doing? noo NO No nononono. What Are You About To DooooAAAHhhh!!!” As the elf dropped off the branch Naira quickly gripped around the elf’s torso as tightly as she could and pressed her face into his back trying her best not to float off the elf. While in the brief moment of weightlessness she held her breath, “GUHuH-ugh.!” The falling had come to an abrupt end, and the elf’s shoulder impaled into her stomach. Falling on to her back after the elf took her off his shoulder she hit the ground causing puffs of dirt to float up, and clutched her stomach rolling to her side in agony. “aaooo~ karma’s a b*tch…” 

After a moment of her groaning she finally got to her knees and stood up. Still hunch over she walked away from the elf towards her staff rubbing her stomach, and looked over at Torra giving him an irritable scowl, “There ya happy!” she spat. The tugar now standing as oppose from it’s earlier crouching position gave a rumbling roar in response. “WHat!?” With a yank of the staff it came right out of the dirt and Naira whipped her head around to eye Torra. “Are you kidding me?!” Torra only responded to her with a directional point of it’s nose. Naira turned her head to peer down the elf’s ankles, regardless that his feet looked like fuzzy blurs. “Their just swollen. Look at him he can stand, he’s fine.” The tugar chuffed in a breath then walked over to the elf staring at the elf’s feet with concern. Furrowing her eyebrows Naira let out an aggravated growl before marching over to the tugar’s side; roughly she opening one of the rucksacks tied to Torra and pulled out a medium sized box with many drawers all around it. Pulling and pushing the handles she swiftly opened and closed the drawers taking out a few items from some of them. Dropping the ingredients in a small bag she took leaves that were still in her hand and put them in her mouth and began to chew. Packing the box back in the rucksack she then took the wad of leaves out of her mouth, and dropped that too in the bag. Tying the bag closed she scrunched up the contains a little bit until there was a subtle sizzling noise coming from inside of it. As she walked over to the elf the bag was now emitting a chilling vapor through the cloth, “here. put it on your ankles.” Forcibly handing the elf the bag she turn and began tapping away on the ground with her staff as she walked away in a different direction leaving behind the tugar. “I’m done with this damnable charity work.” Torra averted his attention away from the elf to Naira, but didn’t follow after her. Instead he plopped to the ground and rested his jaw upon one of his large paws letting out a big exhale.

OOC: (sorry it took me so long to reply. almost the end of my summer classes and i had to write some essays.)

allyssumdays:

Everyone has rolls when they bend over. Everyone. Lets just get this out of the way right off the bat. In the last few months, I’ve had over 30 women ranging from rail thin to extra large naked in my bed and I would routinely ask them to hug their knees. You won’t believe this… ALL OF THEM HAD TUMMY ROLLS. Not one was exempt. Even my super fabulous professional model 6 foot tall and some amazing Katie had rolls. The stomach pictures turned into some of my favorite images from the project… so quit thinking they’re bad, and try accepting (dare I say embracing?) yours!

When people say “you’re gorgeous”, believe them. I tend not to, and it’s a cryin’ shame. When people genuinely compliment you, it’s because they really see it. Try to not dismiss their perspective as wrong and assume that you know better. They see all of you. We see our flaws. Believe them.

“Arm flab is embarrassing.” No its not, go fuck yourself. No, not you. The people who tell us that, silly.

You’re not stunning despite your body. You’re stunning because of your body. There is a distinct difference. I grew up in a culture that would deem “unattractive” women as “special spirits”. A degrading categorization that implied that the only thing worthwhile was whatever was inside. Well, yeah. We are all much much more than our bodies, but our bodies are a beautiful part of us too. Beauty comes from the inside AND the outside.  I am of the firm belief that every person is beautiful, and so this leaves the inside to be the part that is the most telling when it comes to true “beauty”.

A guy can pick you up off your feet, and it won’t break his back.  “Wait, whaaaaaa Jes? You’re full of shit.” Nope. This just happened to me for the first time in… six years? I’m considerably heavier than I was 6 years ago (like… 70 pounds heavier) and so when I ran up to my friend Eric for a hug and he picked me up with my heels in the air… it left me breathless. I had forgotten that it was possible; I had accepted a life void of being lifted. So exhilarating. Eric didn’t suffer any injuries and walked away unscathed.

You don’t need to exercise every day in order to feel better about yourself. Many believe that someone who’s fat needs to exercise as much as possible in order to prove that they’re committed to becoming “less fat”. As if accepting one’s body as is would be a sin, and that’s just silly. Yes, exercising has wonderful physical and mental benefits, but you don’t owe it to anyone else to make an effort to change your body unless you wanna. You do not have to alter yourself to be okay. Period.

You’re allowed to fall in love with yourself. I promise. This will be the scariest thing you will ever do, and that’s okay. It will also be the most amazing (albeit super gradual) experience you will ever have. It doesn’t make you narcissistic. It doesn’t make you vain. It is liberating in every form of the word.

It’s also okay to have days where you don’t love yourself. Read this. No really. Read it. And then realize that we’ve grown up learning and internalizing that we are not okay our entire life. For me, that’s 26 years of self-hate indoctrination and brainwashing.  It’s going to take a lot longer than you think to reverse this thinking, and it’s definitely not going to happen overnight. Allow yourself to have “weak” days. Cry, mourn, sob, yell, throw things. Whichever. Then get up, brush yourself off, give the media the finger, and move forward because you’re a warrior.

Everyone’s boobs are uneven. If you have a lot of boobs, they might be way uneven.  Don’t stress. This is totally normal.

There are people who prefer large ladies. And I mean all sizes of large. I thought that my best bet in life was to find a partner who accepted my fat. Pause. Give me a minute to hang my head and shake it at myself. Not only are there people who adore “thick” women, but a LOT of them who prefer it. This eventually ends up in an interesting territory which Marianne talks about here, but the point that I’m trying to make goes back to the “despite vs because of” argument. Here is what you need to know: you do NOT need to settle for a lover who is “okay” with your body. You have the right (and millions of opportunities) to find someone who is infatuated with your body. You deserve to be worshiped, woman!

Fat chicks bang hot guys… ALL. THE. TIME.I know that hot is relative and all inclusive depending on who you chat with, but for these purposes, lets talk about the “universally attractive” kind of hot. Y’know, the kind fat chicks don’t deserve? We want to pretend that we don’t know what I’m talking about, but lets be real; we totally do. The fact that “fat chicks bang ‘hot’ guys” was one of the most powerful realizations I’ve had thus far. In line with the above paragraph, I knew that there would be someone that would find me attractive but the pool would be small (because of my body) and potentially full of guys I didn’t personally find sexy. So I would have to settle for anyone that would take me. After all, how could a conventionally gorgeous man (tall and with tattoos of course) like fat chicks?  Weh-he-hell, let me tell you somethin’: through various sites, events, parties, and corner store meetings, I found myself with over a hundred men who were champing at the bit to get with this. I was the one who had to sift through and pick the hottest of the hot. Ladies, over a hundred. “Girls” showed what society thinks about that when Hannah’s character has a weekend romance with an attractive and wealthy doctor. People flipped their shit. “Patrick Wilson is so hot he would never do Lena Dunham” was the most eye catching. Wilson’s wife responded to that rubbish here, but the tweet speaks volumes about what the majority of people think unconventional women deserve. Jesus christ, it’s annoying. I won’t spill the details of my bedroom coming and goings, but lets just say this: the hottest guys in Tucson and I get along just fine. I would recommend reading Emily’s article on xoJane for a better explanation of what I’m struggling to say. Know this: the myth that “atypical” bodies can’t be paired with “typically attractive” bodies is false. Women need to know that all bodies can be paired with all bodies.

Riding during sex will NOT collapse his insides. Just trust me on this one, what you fear is totally false. Here’s a great article that changed my life.

Wearing whatever you want is a political statement. Join the revolution. Throw style rules out the window. Wear the tutu. Wear the horizontal stripes. Wear the turquoise skinny jeans. Wear the see-through blouse. Wear the bikini. Wear the sweat pants. Wear the shirt that says “Does this shirt make me look fat?”. Wear whatever it is that makes you happy. This is your life.

You are fucking beautiful. I’m saying this with a straight face and seriously meaningful look where I maintain eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time. I know you don’t feel like you fit into the category of gorgeous that our world creates. I know that its hard. I know that its a daily battle. But fuck their fascist beauty standards. The second you stop looking for a skinny model in your mirror and start looking at YOU… is the second you will start to appreciate what you are. Stop looking for flaws. Stop looking for differences. You are perfect. You are more than enough. You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. And you are fucking beautiful.

Say it with me.

sonofbaldwin:

ungyo:

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Saw the video floating around so I gif’d it for anyone who doesn’t wanna actually watch it haha.

Sing it for the people.