Good news, nobody! Finally fixed my Actual Pain shirt; it’s no longer two sizes too big. IMPORTANT INFORMATION. 

lainexvx:

vegan—scum:

aarbearrawr:

jenngofett:

mitzi-may:

senselessfolly:

slushymermaid666:

Great, how serial rapists and sexual assault savants are made.

This is why my mother has made it clear to the boys in our family that this shit is unacceptable from day one. You can’t let them exhibit this kind of behavior under the guise of “oh it’s cute!’ and “boys will be boys” and then expect them to listen to you about it when they’re older. 

Perfect example of rape culture right here. Little dude just can’t take a fucking hint.

^ all of you, please be fucking kidding me. At the ages of these children, your statements would equal that of calling a dog a rapist for humping another dog. A child that is three years old does not have the cognitive ability to cooperate, share, or help other children. They simply are unable to see the viewpoints of another mind other than their own. They are unable to know how another person feels or thinks. They are just now learning colors, shapes, and the differences between night and day. Calling this kid a rapist-to-be or even trying to chastise their parents for enabling ”rape culture” is sickening. Put your elitest bullshit away.

Saying this is a product of rape culture is equivalent to saying that a toddler hugging a cat a little too tight is animal abuse. Ya’ll are idiots, they’re fucking children.

I reblogged this a while ago when it had comments like “Yeah you show him!, teach him no means no!” etc on it, and it was cute because it was in an entirely silly, joking way. The last two comments on this are perfect. They are like 2, they don’t have any concept of what personal space is or anything like that… they are toddlers.

I put a great deal of effort into ~scrolling on by~ posts that involve kids, because I have A LOT of “stop filming your kids doing dumb shit for the sake of entertainment” related feelings, but this one keeps popping up on my dash, so, whatever. My main issue with the commentary here is that yes, you’re all right in saying that the cognitive capacity of a toddler is far from being able to completely understand empathetic thinking, and yes, they are predominately egocentric in their understanding of the world; however, by saying that they can’t “cooperate, share, or help other children,” you’re taking a pretty big leap. It’s really all a matter of how advanced their EI is, but an actual developmental milestone for children (mostly starting around age 3) is showing concern for and trying to comfort peers when they’re hurt or distressed.

Toddlers might not understand “personal space” in the same way that we do, but they clearly understand physical discomfort. Unfortunately, that child can’t exactly verbalize that she doesn’t like what’s going on. All she can do is push. You know who can intervene though? The adult filming it. 

Also, you know, let’s bring this whole thing back around to rape culture, because that’s what most of the commentary on this post addresses. You know what actually lowers the probability of childhood sexual abuse? Teaching children about good touches vs. bad touches, the concept of personal space/personal bubbles, and that it’s perfectly normal to feel uncomfortable when someone invades that bubble. Additionally, defining and addressing the entire concept of body autonomy and “bad touches” with kids when they’re young means they’re more likely to disclose and talk openly about all forms of abuse if anything does happen at any point in their lives.

And that concludes this Shit No One Cares About post.

(via basedlainexvx)

Anyone else only have good hair days when there’s nothin’ cool 2 do? VAPID BLOGGER ALERT.

HEY, someone asked me to do that accent challenge thing forever ago, and I finally did it, so, whatever. If you’ve ever wanted to look at my face for four minutes while I talk about nothing important, now you can (you should also probably question your priorities)! It was worth it just for that attractive thumbnail though.

*My answer to the wizard/vampire question is dedicated to Leah, Zani, and Cloe. 

Anyone else have that moment where you have the best intentions towards having anything that could count as an actual grown up meal, but then you get to the kitchen and look back fondly on those five seconds when you forgot that you actually have no idea how to be an adult?

—

Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

This remains one of the only things I bothered to memorize in highschool that I still manage to remember.

“And yet I knew that what I saw wasn’t as simple and good as it appeared. There was a price to be paid for it all, a general falsity, that could easily be believed, and could be the first step down a dead-end street. The band began to play again and the boys and girls began to dance again and the lights revolved overhead throwing shades of gold, the red, then blue, then green, then gold again on the couples. As I watched them I said to myself, someday my dance will begin. When that day comes I will have something that they don’t have.
 But then it got to be too much for me. I hated them. I hated their beauty, their untroubled youth, and as I watched them dance through the magic coloured pools of light, holding each other, feeling so good, little unscathed children, temporarily in luck, […]”

(Source: nightmoth, via henrycharlesbukowski)

Remember when I used to make posts that were relevant to my actual life? Neither do I. Either way, I get to hang out with a bunch of awesome little pals (and the adults they belong to) this semester. Yesterday, we made these because we are clingin’ to the good timez of 2010. Discount crafts, y’all. 

Spending my Christmas vacation doing VERY important and worthwhile things (ie. catching up on TV shows I missed during the school year and wasting all my money on things I don’t need). Either way, I’m quite sure I’ve figured out this whole “Seth is a mega babe” thing. 60% general “what a man” status, 10% side talkin’ with a nice accent, and then the rest is really just all about this sweater. A good pullover (no, it’s a cardigan, but thanks for noticin’) gets me every time. Blah blah blah, shit no one cares about.

I have seen this movie a disconcerting amount of times and this is the first time I have ever noticed that Rob Lowe says “literally” in this scene. I’m way out of the loop.