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wtfeveridgaf:

jumpingbutnotforjoy:

Goth

Out of every pun and play on words I’ve seen on this site, this is the one that makes me so unreasonably angry.

wtfeveridgaf:

jumpingbutnotforjoy:

Goth

Out of every pun and play on words I’ve seen on this site, this is the one that makes me so unreasonably angry.

fridgeart:

"För Mörk"

A two-page comic I keep forgetting to upload.

I made this comic last month and it’s about how nerd culture, cosplaying in specific, can be very excluding and downright racist towards anyone with skin darker than the darkest shade of foundation that you can buy at your nearest drugstore.

There’s already a shortage of representation. So many people feel discouraged to even try cosplay because they feel like there aren’t many characters to pick from to cosplay “accurately” because of their skin colour. Yet I see white folks dressing up as Asian characters all the time so I don’t see why brown folks can’t be a character who’s canonically white or just lighter than themselves. Listen up carefully now: there’s no such thing as “too dark” when it comes to skin colour. Ok? Ok.

Too lazy to translate the comic to English, might do it later tho. :-)

rexuality:

but how do you convince little kids to wear clever costumes they won’t appreciate?

"mommy can i be batman?"
"no you and your brother are going as van gogh and the starry night painting, it’ll be so hilarious and witty"
"i want to be batman though"
"shhhhh mommy needs more followers on pinterest"

Where are the MRAs when men actually need help?

fandomsandfeminism:

Where are the MRAs when black men are gunned down illegally by police?

Where are the MRAs when LGBTQIAP+ men are fired from their jobs?

Where are the MRAs when disabled men are legally allowed to be paid under minimum wage?

Where are the MRAs when undocumented immigrant men are exploited and villainized?

Where are the MRAs when Trans men are harassed, attacked, and misgendered? 

Why do we never see Men’s Rights Activists actually acting for men’s rights?

spookycyborg:

the reviews say “gritty realism” but the heart whispers “suburban straight boy libertarian fantasy with a limited color palette”

"Are you gonna write about this?"

Like his mediocre lines
and the way he butchered the names of Thai food
had me shaking at the knees.
Like that was something worth noting.

I still wrote three poems about my last dinner date.
I live in a world where I am blessed to believe that
everything is something worth noting.

But people tell me that if I keep writing poetry
about every mouth I meet,
nobody’s going to want to kiss me anymore.

The first time that someone compared my poems
to Taylor Swift songs,
I didn’t know that it wasn’t supposed to be a compliment.
It turns out they weren’t saying: “thank you
for your honesty, your openness, your willingness
to make life into art even when it gets tough to pronounce”.

They were saying: “All you write are love poems.”
Like that wasn’t okay.
Like that was somehow discrediting or laughable.
They were saying: “You go on too many dates
and you can’t make them stay.”
And I don’t know how to shake that off.

I live in a world where I am blessed to believe that
everything is something worth noting,
even bad dinner dates.
I also live in a world where a 24 year old Taylor Swift
can’t write about bad dinner dates anymore.
A world where she has sworn off dating and written an album
with a curt nod to love instead of a wide smile,
because she’s sick of her love life being an American pastime,
a comedic punchline every time she leaves the house.

“Watch out: she might write a song about you!”

God forbid she tells the world that you’re a sloppy kisser.
God forbid she tells the world that it still hurts that you left.

She is a girl with a big heart and a bigger mouth
and she owns everything that ever happens to her.

I own everything that ever happens to me

and I refuse straddle the line between privacy and honesty
for the sake of someone else’s comfort level.
I will not be a Disney mermaid
willing to give up her own voice for love.

Forget legs.
Choke on water, choke on ink.
I will not kiss another man who refuses to learn how to swim.
"Me vs. Taylor Swift vs. Ariel" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
sometime in the future
old me: ah yes I remember the Great Skeleton War of 2014.
grandchildren: grandma that never happened.
old me: it was a long war.
grandchildren: grandma please stop we've talked about this.
old me: the only way to end it was to make a treaty with the skeletons.
grandchildren: grandma
old Me: and that's why humans have skeletons inside them.
grandchildren: gRANDMA PLEASE
"how do you picture yourself in 10 years"