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If you’re having a bad day here are a few baby animal pictures which surely should cheer you up!  :D

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THE ULTIMATE FUCKING POST

You know it’s good when you bother to scroll all the way back up just to reblog it.

…Wait scroll up HOW OLD IS THIS THING

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Guy’s Review of Right Guard Deodorant Ends Unexpectedly

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This is GOLD

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Jed Brophy everybody.

And don’t forget

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Rohan Jed Brophy as well!!!

wow this dude gets around!!

Do not forget him as a Black Rider that is chasing Arwen

plot twist: all characters in LOTR and the Hobbit are actually played by Jed Brophy

Jed Brophy as Frodo

Jed Brophy as Galadriel

Jed Brophy as everyone

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Lisa Simpson at Stuff-n-Hug

This really says a LOT

simpsons is so next level

I took my girls shopping for some summer clothes Saturday. T-shirts, jeans, shorts. They both love Marvel and superheroes and transformers and Hogwarts and stuff like that. Not so much pink and pretty stuff. They’ve both grown so much that this was the first time we were shopping in the grown up women’s section. Boring selections when it comes to t-shirts. Flowers and zebras and butterflies.

But what was making it near impossible was that all the t-shirts, the few they kinda-sorta liked, had either low/wide cut necklines or were extremely tailored for nipped in waists with little cap sleeves and short hemlines. Showing way too much skin for their ages as far as we all were concerned. So we headed over to the men’s section. A whole WALL full of properly cut tees with great designs on them!

They ran over and started hunting up things they liked. Two women were stocking shelves. 

"You know these are MEN’S shirts."

"The girl’s section is over there."

"There’s not gonna be any Princesses over here, darlin’."

"These shirts are for the boys."

"This isn’t going to fit you right, honey."

I ignored the first time one of them said anything. Just told the girls what sizes they needed to look for and that they could each pick five shirts. But the women kept interrupting me. I tried to stay polite. “Yes, I know this is the men’s department.” But they kept making comments.

Finally I was getting mad. I told them we didn’t need any help. My girls were allowed to wear whatever they liked and they didn’t like the shirt designs in the women’s section and I didn’t like how low the necklines were.

Instead of just noticing that I was getting fed up with their “help”, they started arguing with me! One of them told my oldest, who is conventionally cute and skinny and starting to fill out (but still only 12), that “Oh that’s just because he’s your daddy. He doesn’t understand that a girl wants to show off for the boys!”

That was the last straw. I’m afraid I totally lost my temper. I told them (amongst a few other choice words) that they’d better walk away and come back to finish restocking the shelves once we’d left the area or I’d get the manager.

I try hard not to be rude to sales people and people in the service industry. That’s a difficult and thankless job. But for fuck’s sake! The first few comments were bad enough, but trying to undermine my moral authority with my kids? All in the name of  gender and sexuality policing. They couldn’t get past the idea that my girls might prefer t-shirts that had “boy” designs on them and that didn’t hyper-sexualize them. The idea was abhorrent to them and they had to interfere and then KEEP interfering.

Once our sales “help” was gone, the girls found a bunch of shirts. Captain America, Minecraft, Doctor Who, Batman, Avengers. All the stuff they’re into. I mean, they also like MLP and Littlest Pet Shop and soft fluffy stuffed animals and Monster High dolls. We hit the toy section too for some of that stuff cos they brought their saved-up allowances with them. 

At least we didn’t get any “help” in the shoe section. They’d’ve had a cow again cos while the youngest found a cute pair of pink and purple sneakers, I ‘let’ the oldest go to the men’s section and find a cool pair of dark blue and grey ones. (and omg their feet are huge! youngest wears a women’s size 9.5 and oldest wars a men’s 8. FFS, I wear a men’s 8.5. Their feet are almost as big as mine! How’d that happen?)

I hate this gender policing shit and won’t put up with it at all. I always feel for kids whose parents enforce this shit. I see it at stores when a girl or boy strays outside the lines, too often the parents are the one who pull them back into their place and it makes me sad.

Like, their friends who are boys, when they’re over at our house, they sit there and play with the girl toys as much as the boy toys. One of the boys loves playing LPS with my youngest, making up stories and stuff. The first time I walked out into the playroom and saw, he got so nervous and tried to say that he was just doing it to be nice to her. I told him that it was fine. He could play with whatever he wanted to and I wouldn’t tell anyone. Word got around to the other boys I guess cos now they all play whatever and don’t stop if I “catch” them.

I get shit from my mom about it too. I’m trying to make them into little boys. I shouldn’t have bought them trucks and toy swords when they were little. The oldest needs to learn to start wearing dresses now not just blue jeans. Why did I ‘let’ her get her hair cut short? I need to put the youngest on a diet and make her wear training bras. Why do I let them play with boys? etc etc etc. 

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I just find it so hard to believe that it’s the 21st century and people are still getting their knickers in a twist over this kind of thing.

^^^^ This man deserves a dad of the year award. ^^^^

You sir, deserve a medal. This is the kind of thing my dad did. He encourage my love of star wars, he bought high fantasy novels when I showed I could read way above my ‘level’ of reading in school. He turned me away from a sci-fi novel because the writer ‘only ever uses women as a plot device and always makes them seem ‘special’ and ‘extraordinary’ if they manage to be useful. Women can do anything, why the hell is a girl mechanic a stunning thing?’  He didn’t let me play a certain MMO because girls couldn’t use black magic and ‘women should be allowed to be evil too, not just light and happy and healing’. He let me get my hair chopped off, and encouraged my punk phase. When I came out to him as pansexual he said ‘why define yourself with a term? Love who you want to love, without labels. Sexuality is fluid and you shouldn’t make yourself fit into someone elses box’.

It really depresses me when I find out people didn’t have the kind of parenting I had and I’m glad to see that some people are doing it right.
As someone who had a father like you, Thank you. You do make a difference. You make a damnably big difference.

Honestly shit like you went through makes me so pissed off its unbelievable. I was never a girly girl. I never wore dresses unless it was for a formal occasion (funerals and the like), my dad taught me how engines work and bought me meccano and building toys. Transformers were (and still are ;) ) my favourite toys. He taught me how to survive in the wild, bought me a Swiss Army knife, my own set of tools, got me obsessed with building model kits (something that has not gone away either).

I look after my mans 3 little girls and all three we have tried to raise the same, open to what they want to do no matter the “appropriate role” their gender defines them as. No they have an equal love for LPS and moshi monsters as they do my warhammer models and tanks.

My greatest excitement would be to have all three of them grow up being happy liking exactly what they want to like with no hand forcing them down a imaginary role.

I live to see the day when I go to a warhammer tournament with my partner and the three little ones and each of us plays. That sounds like bliss.

ultrafacts:

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The first time you invited me into your bed, my velocity increased tenfold until we were rocking away, our mouths forming equations against papery skin and penciled-in spine. You see, neglecting air resistance (which, trust me, there was no resistance), all bodies fall with the same constant acceleration, so I had good reason to believe you were falling like me, all twisted hair and crooked smiles. Galileo discovered both this and the stars and, with your galaxy eyes, I’m beginning to think the two must be related. I could think of nothing to do, when I was wrapped around you, equator hugging earth, other than to blow out my cigarette smoke and comment “I’d stay here forever, you know – I could stay here at rest.” You smiled, but you didn’t understand that nothing could make me move from that spot, you had my inertia down to less-than-zero with your ink-stained hands and I had screeched to a halt with my insides burning, with the velocity and the friction all at war from falling so fast. I’ve learned that, when two objects interact, the force exerted on them is equal and opposite, but it was our experiments in fucking and falling that got me hoping that maybe Newton was wrong on that one and there was nothing opposite in your blistered lips and hungry tongue. We were so much more than gravitation.
What I’m trying to say, without the calculations, is –
let’s do it again sometime.

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Today, I read an article about a woman with HIV who was raped. The man that attacked her is now HIV positive. All of the commentary surround this was about how she should have told him she was HIV+ and that women with HIV should have a badge or special underwear so that this doesn’t happen to another man. It is 12:12am and I am already done with the world. 

That is rape culture

THIS POST WINS FOR THE MOST HORRIFYING THING I’VE READ ALL DAY

This is fucking terrible. Serves the man right.