People who thought really hard about the concept that a tattoo is body art.
I would love to be a superhero.-Anthony Mackie
[Series of texts by @fatnutritionist, which read: “People are mad at me because they ‘work so hard’ to be fit or lose weight. They have told me this explicitly. It implies that they think my rejecting the values they subscribe to can somehow take away the fitness they’ve worked for. That is totally delusional. If you’ve worked hard for fitness, no amount of fat people rejecting stigma can take that away. So this is obviously not actually about fitness, at all. It’s about the other thing they ‘worked hard’ for: social status. They DO think, and they know, that the social status they have worked hard to earn, through ‘fitness,’ can be devalued. It can be devalued if the hierarchy that rewards them is crushed. Crushed by people rejecting stigma. We can’t take away your fitness or whatever weight you’ve lost. But we can devalue those things by destroying fat stigma. So they are afraid of us, and for good reason. If fat people aren’t stigmatized, then there is no more thin privilege. Remember always, fat people: People are afraid of you because you have an awesome power - to destroy the hierarchy. If they were not afraid of losing their place in the hierarchy, they would not come after you so viciously.” All tweets were accompanied by the hashtag, #notyourgoodfatty]
I love the truth bombs Michelle Allison has been dropping on Twitter. She’s a fucking BAMF.
We were just discussing this issue, and wondering why people are so threatened by fat positivity. This is an amazing point. It really hit home with me.
When straight men are like “but if I share a locker room with a gay guy he might look at me!”
Okay leaving aside the fact that gay doesn’t mean attracted to you
And gay doesn’t mean “lacking in any sort of human decency or inability to prevent staring”
DOES THE THOUGHT OF SOMEONE LOOKING AT YOU IN A SEXUAL WAY, EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE NOT TRYING TO BE SEXUAL, MAKE YOU SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE MY STRAIGHT MALE FRIEND?
Fog/Mist by Lana Gramlich
Milla Jovovich photographed by Matthew Brookes
This is a seal with hiccups.
No wonder that commercial dude was on the phone with you at 3am. Do you always give out adorable gifs?
"The thing is, Steve and Bucky’s friendship wasn’t just a "they grew up so they’re as close as brothers," thing, it’s way more dynamic than that. Their relationship may be symbiotic, but it was never particularly balanced. Growing up, Steve was sickly and physically weak but had precisely the same personality as he does now: unendingly hopeful and moral, with no conception of backing down from a fight. Hence why he’s constantly getting beaten up, with Bucky having to wade in and finish those fights for him. Bucky is incredibly protective of him, which must have caused a fair amount of confusion when Steve turned into a near-indestructable supersoldier.
It’s a classic partnership between idealism (Steve) and pragmatic cynicism (Bucky), with Bucky playing the role of Steve’s protector and #1 fan. It takes the supersoldier serum for everyone else to realise what Bucky knew all along: that Steve is an inspirational figure, destined for great things. There’s this beautiful transitional moment in the first Cap movie when Steve has just rescued Bucky and the other soldiers from the Red Skull’s lab, and Bucky calls out for everyone to cheer for Captain America. This is basically the first time Steve has ever received outside recognition for being the person he is, and you can tell that while Bucky’s happy for him, he’s also a tiny bit resentful because he knows that Steve is no longer “his”. The tables have turned, and now Bucky is walking in Steve’s shadow, rather than the other way round.”
"This is the point where I flush all my emotions down the toilet and go to live in an igloo made of frozen tears, because what the hell”
“So yeah, by the time we get to the two or three scenes where Sebastian Stan actually gets to act with his face and voice, I am a shrivelled husk of my former self.”
STILES: WOW, UH, DEREK, WHEN YOU SAID YOU ‘D PICK ME UP I ASSUMED, LATER AT MY HOUSE
DEREK: GET IN
STILES: I MEAN, EVERYONE IS STARING. OUR DATE ISN’T UNTIL 7
DEREK: I DIDN’T WANT TO GIVE YOU TIME TO TALK YOURSELF OUT OF IT
STILES: I WOULD NEVER DO THA-
STILES: OK, I WOULD BUT TO BE FAIR, YOU’RE AN ELEVEN AND I’M LIKE A FOUR ON A GOOD DAY
DEREK: YOU’RE RIDICULOUS
STILES: YOUR FACE IS
DEREK: I’M NOT HAVING THIS DISCUSSION IN THE PARKING LOT. GET IN
STILES: FINE. THERE. HAPPY?
DEREK: YOU’RE AT LEAST A TWENTY
STILES: WHA- WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO DEREK?
DEREK: DON’T MAKE ME BREAK OUT THE POETRY
DON’T MAKE ME BREAK OUT THE POETRY
Natalie Dormer, Lorenzo Dalbosco Photography
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