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Shit people say that is the opposite of what they “Stand For”

Men should get raped so they know how it feels to be a woman.”

Men only want sex, they can’t love you as a person.”

Fathers can’t love as much as a mother.”

All men want is to oppress women and treat us like sex slaves!”

 -Sexism disguised as Feminism

Stupid White people…”

"I hate white girls!”

"It’s because I’m Black!”

"Dumb ass white boy...”

-Racism disguised as Race Defense

Cis-gendered scum GO DIE!”

"Oh look at this cis-gendered white guy acting like he ‘understands’”

Asexual and Bisexual don’t have to deal with same problems Trans and Homosexual do!”

Gender fluid is just a cop out because you don’t want to be Trans!”

 -Sexuality Exclusion disguised as LGBT Acceptance

You can’t eat Japanese food! Your not Japanese that’s Cultural Appropriation!”

"You can’t wear a Sombrero your not Mexican!”

"Why are you taking Martial Arts your Indian!?"

"You aren’t supposed to wear Henna! Your not allowed to because its only for wedding ceremonies in India!”

"You should only eat food from your home country it’s wrong otherwise!

-SEGREGATION, RACISM, CULTURAL EXCLUSION Disguised as Cultural protection (Hitler did this Btw) 

Flashing lights trigger me!” (not unless you have epilepsy) 

"I am very sensitive to that color, It causes my trigger!

I can’t stand this why don’t you tag this! Don’t you know people have triggers!?”

"I can’t handle it when a video plays a sound i wasn’t expecting i hyperventilate and go into shock!" (Yet you can breathe enough to blog about it?) -Attention seeking, trend following, trying to seem interesting, becoming Hypochondriac for sympathy, ect. ect. ect. disguised as Mental Trauma (9/10 times this is EXACTLY what is being done. The term “Trigger” didn’t hit mainstream Tumblr till March and all of a sudden EVERYONE HAS ONE.) ((sensible ones like rape, violence, sex, disturbing ect. Are understandable POP TARTS ARE NOT)

"Why are they all skinny?”

"She looks Anorexic!”

"Ugh They are fat, Disgusting!’

"Why do you only draw attractive people, Draw them ugly or maimed you don’t understand real people!”
"People don’t have thigh gaps and big boobs your art is unrealistic and ugly!”

-Body Shaming disguised  All bodies are beautiful justice


Reblogs something mildly interesting that applies to my personal taste

Anon: “Don’t reblog that! Please Tag those posts! Your causing my triggers!”

Me: ‘I DIDN’T MAKE MY BLOG FOR YOU!

Anon: “Then I will UNFOLLOW YOU!”

Me: “Be My Guest I will draw you a map to the button too if you want!”


Driving through a heavily wooded Mountain road- RANDOM PEDESTRIAN APPEARS!

T-“Oh my gosh we almost hit them!”

M- “I know! You’d think they would have another sign up here!”

T- “No that would take away from the scenic beauty…”

M- “So would Vehicular Manslaughter; but I think the sign is the lesser evil.”


yourmediahasproblems:

littlemissrantsalot:

yourmediahasproblems:

i want to create a tv show about a group of friends where they’re all queer except the one token cishet friend who’s only there to say stereotypical “straight” things for laughs like “macklemore got me into rap” and “my mom and i got into a fight because she wouldn’t buy me a fourth obey snapback”

Or we could just stop stereotyping people.

you’re cast

I’m straight and i have no fucking clue what those two phrases even mean….

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zftw:

genderthief:

i gave my dog a tortilla chip ten minutes ago and she won’t fucking eat it she’s just staring at me with it in her mouth 

she’s waiting for the salsa

zftw:

genderthief:

i gave my dog a tortilla chip ten minutes ago and she won’t fucking eat it she’s just staring at me with it in her mouth 

she’s waiting for the salsa

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solfeggioninja:

me with characters in series:

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me with people in fandom:

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littleyaoithings:

Yes I support gay rights.

Yes I would care if you died.

No I’m not going to reblog that post.

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fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

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