Michael Jackson’s writing on an Elvis figurine at Neverland:
"If I can only find a white man, with a black man’s sound, I could make a million dollars." - Sam Phillips, Sun Record
(Sam Phillips is responsible for launching Elvis’s career, and would famously tell people at his record label that before discovering Elvis)
Do people get how full of shade this is from Mike about the essential racism involved in Elvis’ career? He wanted to make sure people knew what the most important fact about his career was. I love it. And that’s why Mike never not once ever gave any credit to Elvis.
YAS DRAG HA
that was a read
Go to your nearest target. Buy a two pack of pushup bras (24$ for 2), and target’s bra inserts (12$). Then go to your nearest Walmart and buy the Vasserette Control Shapewear Panties (2.50 each), they do wonders for helping your tuck. There you go! You just saved yourself a lot of money, you can afford to buy enough to wear every day, and best of all you look fabulous. -@twidx
recs for trans women are so rare on tumblr!! spread this, people.
I am 100% certain that whatever individuals decided not to include Laverne Cox in the TIME 100 are actively transphobic when they can see that 91% of 88,000 people thought she should be on that list.
I checked the poll yesterday and she was in the top 7, there is literally no fucking way she could’ve moved down to #101 in that amount of time
SO I WAS FUCKING TALKING WITH MY DAD AND
dragons came back
killed all the rich people and took their money for their horde
and then if you needed money
you would just challenge the dragon to a riddle duel
and both of us ended up agreeing that riddle duels with dragon bankers would somehow be a much fairer, less frustrating economic system than we have now
Because apparently comics are too high-tech for most of you people.
"but white people-" "but straight people-" "but men-"
Fun fact: “member of a majority” doesn’t mean “racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, sexist, douchebag!”
Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”.
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes.
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was.
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.