I have a secret tag for my face. Message me if you want the ugly

theuppitynegras:

blackberryshawty:

skylikethat:


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

theuppitynegras:

blackberryshawty:

skylikethat:

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

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A word of advice to trans women

orangelemonart:

interruptmag:

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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.

a-big-furry-rat:

I want to see the distraught look on their faces. I would pay to see that.

a-big-furry-rat:

I want to see the distraught look on their faces. I would pay to see that.

(Source: daily-meme)

inamoratianonymous:

acutebat:

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

butthurtherpetologist:

babydeathclaw:

I love this loaf.

Oscar is a saint.

butthurtherpetologist:

babydeathclaw:

I love this loaf.

Oscar is a saint.

gurosebe:

SO I WAS FUCKING TALKING WITH MY DAD AND

what if

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

jesusforrealjustice:

Because apparently comics are too high-tech for most of you people.

"but white people-" "but straight people-" "but men-"

But no.

Fun fact: “member of a majority” doesn’t mean “racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, sexist, douchebag!”

Bonus:

fatbodypolitics:

An inspiring underdog story that exposes government mandated BMI testing of students and the ‘Fat Letters’ that ensue.

The Story

In an effort to address the obesity problem among American youth, lawmakers in twenty states passed a controversial mandate forcing schools to perform body mass index, or BMI, tests on their students. What soon followed sparked a heated national debate. Coined the ‘Fat Letters’ by students, letters were given to overweight kids whose BMI did not fall within a narrowly accepted range; essentially telling children, even as young as kindergarteners, that they are fat. 

When a determined sixth-grader in Ohio voices her protest against the letters, student journalist Bailey Webber is inspired to take up her fight. Convinced that her fellow students are being unfairly profiled and bullied by the government, Bailey’s investigation soon turns into a battle of wills between her and the state bureaucrats who sponsored and passed the law. 

The Student Body is a true underdog story of two brave girls who take a stand against government intrusion and hypocrisy while exploring the complex and controversial truths of the childhood obesity debate.

Only a few more days to donate to this kickstarter. Please support and / or share.

pardonmewhileipanic:

New Rules:

1. FOOD: If you want to come at me about “how much I eat”, you need to provide an exact food diary of everything I ate in the past week, (not just what it was, but how much and when). Then you also need to provide at least 36 examples of thin people eating…

sluttynuggets:

tryingtodisappearcompletely:

Do you think whoever made this realized it’s kind of a rape joke?

And it’s funny?

no

stfupenguins:

ilovecharts:

Hours Worked On Minimum Wage In Order To Pay For One University Credit Hour

look at them flimsy-ass bootstraps.

stfupenguins:

ilovecharts:

Hours Worked On Minimum Wage In Order To Pay For One University Credit Hour

look at them flimsy-ass bootstraps.

rainbowcranes:

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.

rainbowcranes:

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.

melongorl:

WHAT

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