la-xingada:

paperdemons:

killershot:

Dear Women,
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
Thank you

TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.

this hurts.

this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories

This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,

This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.

This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers… 

this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.

sharpestrose:

This may well have been addressed in posts I didn’t see: one thing that always strikes me when any kind of ‘fake nerd girl’ discussion happens, be it comics or games or cosplaying or whatever, there are two ways that the women in question are denied authenticity, and I see one talked about much more than the other.

If you’re thin, conventionally attractive, and feminine-presenting, then you’re a — to use the most common example — a fake gamer girl. Your gaming is the thing about you that can’t be real.

If you aren’t thin, conventionally attractive, and/or feminine-presenting, then your point of destruction becomes that you’re a fake gamer girl. Which is a different, yet equally toxic, way of thinking.

I’ve been a nerd my entire life and I’ve never, not once, been accused of being a fake nerd, because my status as an unfuckable ugmo has eliminated me from the ‘girl’ category and therefore it’s not an issue. 

Destroying sexism in nerd circles can’t just be about getting boys to accept that cute girls play games and read comics; it has to be about educating them that women — all women, not just the ones they want to fuck — are human beings, just like they are, with as diverse a range of bodies and interests.  

(and, as a corollary — the thing you dislike about fedora/brony/nice guy dudes should not be that they have bad skin and double chins and bad fashion sense and that they aren’t attractive, because when you do that you throw a lot of nerd girls under the bus and that’s really uncool k)

screamingcrawfish:

thegestianpoet:

a nice photoset of lucy liu looking like a queen and jonny lee miller looking like a dingus

accurate summary of the show too tbh

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shmemson:

boardwalkbodycount:

Michael K. Williams as Shakespearean characters, Romeo, Hamlet, and Julius Caesar.

Yessss

(Source: Vice Magazine)

(Source: popsonnet)

I’m pretty sure I’m getting carpal tunnel…

nprplays:

5 Things I Learned as the Internet’s Most Hated Person
(WARNING: Some NSFW language)

Hi. My name is Zoe, and I make weird video games with some degree of success (and make them playable for free, if you’re so inclined). My life is generally pretty uncomplicated, I guess, aside from the fact that a month ago the Internet decided to make me the center of a supposed global conspiracy. I made the mistake of dating a guy who would later go on to write a several-act manifesto about my alleged sex life and post it to every forum he could create a handle for. Normally, this would blow over with little more than a “whoa, check out THAT guy,” but since I work in an industry that has very strong feelings about women, it quickly mutated from a jilted ex’s revenge-porn to one of the most intense scandals in recent gaming history.

OK, so before the frothing calls of “this is only one side of the story, blah, blah,” here’s the short and skinny of it: It doesn’t matter whether or not you like Zoe Quinn, her game or agree with the things she was accused of by her ex. You can think she is the worst person in the world, the absolute worst. That’s fine, that is your opinion. However, nothing, I repeat NOTHING in this industry warrants death threats, doxxing and harassment. Period.
And if someone on the other side of this “movement” can write a legitimate, reasoned post without using all of the colorful expletives of a George Carlin routine, I’ll happily read it. I won’t agree with it, most likely, but I’ll read. You know what I won’t do? Threaten your life or your personal well being simply for disagreeing with your opinion, because that would be lame and childish.

nprplays:

5 Things I Learned as the Internet’s Most Hated Person

(WARNING: Some NSFW language)

Hi. My name is Zoe, and I make weird video games with some degree of success (and make them playable for free, if you’re so inclined). My life is generally pretty uncomplicated, I guess, aside from the fact that a month ago the Internet decided to make me the center of a supposed global conspiracy. I made the mistake of dating a guy who would later go on to write a several-act manifesto about my alleged sex life and post it to every forum he could create a handle for. Normally, this would blow over with little more than a “whoa, check out THAT guy,” but since I work in an industry that has very strong feelings about women, it quickly mutated from a jilted ex’s revenge-porn to one of the most intense scandals in recent gaming history.

OK, so before the frothing calls of “this is only one side of the story, blah, blah,” here’s the short and skinny of it: It doesn’t matter whether or not you like Zoe Quinn, her game or agree with the things she was accused of by her ex. You can think she is the worst person in the world, the absolute worst. That’s fine, that is your opinion. However, nothing, I repeat NOTHING in this industry warrants death threats, doxxing and harassment. Period.

And if someone on the other side of this “movement” can write a legitimate, reasoned post without using all of the colorful expletives of a George Carlin routine, I’ll happily read it. I won’t agree with it, most likely, but I’ll read. You know what I won’t do? Threaten your life or your personal well being simply for disagreeing with your opinion, because that would be lame and childish.



koblala:

jayrockin:

Snowflakes are actually the perfect metaphor for people. Each one IS unique, but we all have the same structure and are pretty similar in spite of our differences. And really, with as many around as there is, aint no one gonna notice your differences unless they care enough to look closely.

People are also similar to snowflakes in that it is difficult to drive when there are too many of them piled up on the road.

Well that took a turn I didn’t expect

railmilk:

hatzigsut:

very chilling topic on twitter right now. 

i have my own reasons for #WhyIStayed, and looking through this hashtag, i can see so many women and men who were lost, just as i was.

i stayed because it was the first time i felt important to anyone. he “loved” me. when he said he would die if i left him, i thought it passionate. when he started showing up unannounced at my house, because my friends told him my brother’s friends were over, i thought the jealousy was endearing.

then he tried to kill himself when i left town for two days. he was convinced that i would find someone else, in a town where i knew no one. i came back home, and promised i would never leave.

the manipulation and emotional abuse became physical—but only once. he slammed me against a wall after i made a joke about dumping him once i started college. i hid the bruises from my family, for weeks. that was the moment i decided to get out, no matter what happened. for some people, it only takes one time. others need more than one. and some people never make it out alive.

it is not always easy to “just leave.” it is a blessing if you are able to leave, with no consequences.

important

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