fangirlstupidlife

romangodfrey:

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer

like really, very close

intimately close 

so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck

and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation? 

turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.

make out with your enemies.

your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out

torna-doe
alternative-pokemon-art:

fuffuster:

kuroba101:

her-royal-punk-rockness:

official-cronusampora:

sevvey6:

colin-emrys-morgan:

I recently went to a con with some friends and you could see these posters all over the expo grounds. I think I speak for everyone when I say that this is a job well done. 

I disagree, I think costumes do equal consent. If a guy goes up to you while you’re wearing a Harley Quinn costume and makes you feel uncomfortable, you automatically have his consent to knock him right in the face with a hammer. I mean, he did willingly walk up to a kickass villain 

I GOT REALLY PISSED AT FIRST
AND THEN I KEPT READING

Oh thank goodness I thought shit was about to get real on this post

Thank fuck that went in a better direction than I expected.


This is my friend Kristen. I went to my first Comicon with her and two of our other friends a couple of months ago. It was the first time I’ve ever been to Comicon, and I had a blast.
Kristen is a beautiful girl and she made her costume very well, so naturally, we were stopping every five minutes or so while people asked to take pictures of her posing, or with their kids, etc. We didn’t mind, and neither did she; if she did, she wouldn’t have worn the costume.
At one point, though, after not having eaten all day, and just generally not feeling well, she started to feel sick and panicky, and had to sit down so she wouldn’t faint. I myself have an anxiety disorder (generalized anxiety disorder), so I know how she felt; our other two friends went ahead while I sat with her to keep her company, because sometimes when you’re having a panic attack, it means the world just to have somebody there with you, even if they’re not saying anything. I went to get her some orange juice and cookies at one point because I thought that maybe her blood sugar was a little low.
And yet, as we were sitting there - even though she was visibly pale and shaking, sitting with her eyes closed and her back against the wall, looking like she was about to throw up - we had at least half a dozen different people come up to her to ask her to take a picture for them. Most of them were okay with it when she said, “I’m not feeling so great right now, but feel free to come up to me again later on if you see me up and walking around”, but a couple of different guys actually argued back with, "Why did you show up in that costume if you weren’t going to pose for me?". As though just by virtue of dressing up, she was somehow giving up her right as a human being to refuse to pose for pictures for them. One of the guys argued with us for well over five minutes about how she shouldn’t have come if she wasn’t going to let people take pictures, that she should just leave if she’s not feeling well (not because he was actually concerned for her health, but because he thought it was “misleading” that she was still there even though she was sick - because apparently her primary concern while having a hypoglycemia-induced panic attack should have been how her presence was affecting him), and saying stuff like, “Come on, it’ll only take a minute. I don’t care if you look sick, you don’t even have to pose. I just want to take a picture of your costume.”
If you see a person at a con harassing somebody because of what they’re wearing, please step in and say something. If I hadn’t been sitting there next to her to take over in telling him to fuck off, I don’t think she would have had the energy to keep verbally resisting him. She is by no means a pushover, but he may have succeeded in convincing her to stand back up and pose for him just to get him to leave her alone - and she has a history of fainting when her blood sugar gets low, so it’s entirely possible that she could have ended up fainting and hitting her head.
If somebody at a con tells you they’re not feeling well, leave them alone. If somebody at a con tells you they don’t want to take a picture for you, leave them alone. If somebody at a con tells you to leave them alone, leave them alone. It isn’t hard. Don’t be that guy.

I wanted to post because I’m sure a lot of you guys go to cons. I know it’s not Pokemon-related, but what happened to my friend shouldn’t have to happen to anyone. Please be aware.

alternative-pokemon-art:

fuffuster:

kuroba101:

her-royal-punk-rockness:

official-cronusampora:

sevvey6:

colin-emrys-morgan:

I recently went to a con with some friends and you could see these posters all over the expo grounds. I think I speak for everyone when I say that this is a job well done. 

I disagree, I think costumes do equal consent. If a guy goes up to you while you’re wearing a Harley Quinn costume and makes you feel uncomfortable, you automatically have his consent to knock him right in the face with a hammer. I mean, he did willingly walk up to a kickass villain 

I GOT REALLY PISSED AT FIRST

AND THEN I KEPT READING

Oh thank goodness I thought shit was about to get real on this post

Thank fuck that went in a better direction than I expected.

This is my friend Kristen. I went to my first Comicon with her and two of our other friends a couple of months ago. It was the first time I’ve ever been to Comicon, and I had a blast.

Kristen is a beautiful girl and she made her costume very well, so naturally, we were stopping every five minutes or so while people asked to take pictures of her posing, or with their kids, etc. We didn’t mind, and neither did she; if she did, she wouldn’t have worn the costume.

At one point, though, after not having eaten all day, and just generally not feeling well, she started to feel sick and panicky, and had to sit down so she wouldn’t faint. I myself have an anxiety disorder (generalized anxiety disorder), so I know how she felt; our other two friends went ahead while I sat with her to keep her company, because sometimes when you’re having a panic attack, it means the world just to have somebody there with you, even if they’re not saying anything. I went to get her some orange juice and cookies at one point because I thought that maybe her blood sugar was a little low.

And yet, as we were sitting there - even though she was visibly pale and shaking, sitting with her eyes closed and her back against the wall, looking like she was about to throw up - we had at least half a dozen different people come up to her to ask her to take a picture for them. Most of them were okay with it when she said, “I’m not feeling so great right now, but feel free to come up to me again later on if you see me up and walking around”, but a couple of different guys actually argued back with, "Why did you show up in that costume if you weren’t going to pose for me?". As though just by virtue of dressing up, she was somehow giving up her right as a human being to refuse to pose for pictures for them. One of the guys argued with us for well over five minutes about how she shouldn’t have come if she wasn’t going to let people take pictures, that she should just leave if she’s not feeling well (not because he was actually concerned for her health, but because he thought it was “misleading” that she was still there even though she was sick - because apparently her primary concern while having a hypoglycemia-induced panic attack should have been how her presence was affecting him), and saying stuff like, “Come on, it’ll only take a minute. I don’t care if you look sick, you don’t even have to pose. I just want to take a picture of your costume.”

If you see a person at a con harassing somebody because of what they’re wearing, please step in and say something. If I hadn’t been sitting there next to her to take over in telling him to fuck off, I don’t think she would have had the energy to keep verbally resisting him. She is by no means a pushover, but he may have succeeded in convincing her to stand back up and pose for him just to get him to leave her alone - and she has a history of fainting when her blood sugar gets low, so it’s entirely possible that she could have ended up fainting and hitting her head.

If somebody at a con tells you they’re not feeling well, leave them alone. If somebody at a con tells you they don’t want to take a picture for you, leave them alone. If somebody at a con tells you to leave them alone, leave them alone. It isn’t hard. Don’t be that guy.

I wanted to post because I’m sure a lot of you guys go to cons. I know it’s not Pokemon-related, but what happened to my friend shouldn’t have to happen to anyone. Please be aware.

battyash

so let me get this straight:

mallorylrc:

sparklyelegance:

rawrgoesjerran:

double06:

y’all bleed outta your vaginas

once a month, your panties look like a fucking murder scene

you are basically giVING BIRTH TO THE FUCKING LINING OF ONE OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS

and yet you just go about your daily business like

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people with vaginas are fucking badass.

people with vaginas 

what are they called again?

They’re called people with vaginas because not everyone with a vagina is a woman.

whoop there it is

battyash

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

sexual-phan:

hunter-avenger-consulter-grimm:

jawnn-locked:

visiovisusvidere:

sonicghost:

milesjai:

videk:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg