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midnytemercury: “It was endlessly like test piloting a...

Fri, 24 May 2013 08:39:36 -0400

midnytemercury:

“It was endlessly like test piloting a fairground ride, it was just thrilling.”
-Benedict on doing stunt work in Star Trek Into Darkness. [x]

bakerstreetbabes: Elementary Meme [4/10] Ten Anything - JLM’s...

Fri, 24 May 2013 08:20:48 -0400

bakerstreetbabes:

Elementary Meme [4/10] Ten Anything - JLM’s face

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prettyarbitrary: kijakazibibi: just-a-marksman: ezowolf: lady...

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:14:29 -0400

prettyarbitrary:

kijakazibibi:

just-a-marksman:

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bicentral:

Thought you guys might appreciate some hot guys in kilts. I don’t own any of these images.

ME. GUSTA.

Hell yes ;DD

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Hey, SD, here you go.

Oooh. I loves me a manskirt almost as much as I loves me a mansweater.

Hi, yes, I would like to subscribe to weekly updates.

boxoftheskyking: agentotter: detectivebuttcop: hi, baby. i...

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:09:08 -0400

boxoftheskyking:

agentotter:

detectivebuttcop:

hi, baby.

i wanna say i reached a point in my depression where i literally just didn’t even care what i looked like anymore. apathy is my biggest problem, tbh. but that doesn’t really help you, so here’s a positive list of things people actually, literally do to raise their self-esteem. and i’ve noticed that i actually do these things automatically when i’m feeling less shitty in general, so there’s that.

stop insulting yourself. i know it’s hard, man. it gets habitual, and you can’t really help the way you feel. but it really does start with your brain. every time, and i mean every damn time, you hear your brain going, “gross,” and “you’re fat,” and “don’t wear those, you’ll look disgusting,” pointedly yell inside your brain about how hot you are. i’m being serious. do it. your brain goes, “ugh, your face,” and you finish, “is goddamn magnificent.”

fuck the haters. i literally say this to myself all the time. i hit this point eventually where i was so angry at everyone around me that one day i was putting on clothes for school and i looked in the mirror and i was like, “this outfit is ridiculous. no one will think you look good, you look so stupid, all the time.” and then i was like, “who gives a shit?” and i wore leggings and mismatched socks and a cat sweater to school and no one said shit because i was a head fucking cat sweater bitch in charge.
who cares if those pants are “unflattering?” who cares if those shoes make your feet look clunky? who actually gives a shit if your belly fat is making you look pregnant? anyone that does care about those things is a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve your glorious visage around them anyway. fuck people who make you feel like shit. piss on their socks.

i probably think you’re a babe. i’m actually serious, because there’s like a 99.9% chance you’re a babe. post selfies, tag me, i might reblog them and praise you. being praised helps. selfie therapy, man. and if anyone talks shit, repeat the mantra from #2.

pick out a rad outfit every fucking day. pick one out. one you like. do you like those blue leggings but don’t have anything to wear them with? wear them with whatever you want, fuck the haters. do you want to be wearing red pumps, but you also want to be wearing sweats? do it, fuck the haters. it’s your athletic red carpet look, fuck ‘em. do you come to school in pajamas and a swimsuit top, and all your friends are like, “uhhhhhh???” just look them in the eye and be like, “i’m awesome.” and if they disagree, vomit into their open eye sockets because fuck the haters. i really can’t oversell how often i think the phrase “fuck the haters,” man.

when people tell you you look good, don’t defy them. it just reinforces the idea with you and with people around you that hating the way you look is normal and accepted. you shouldn’t be hating the way you look, dude! i mean, i’m not judging if you do, but i know firsthand it’s not a good place to be. you’ve got enough shit to worry about and the world has enough haters; you don’t need to also be bullying yourself.
if someone’s like, “hey, cute hair,” be like, “thanks, i like your sweater.”
if someone’s like, “where’d you get those pants, goodwill?” be like, “yeah, it’s called being economic, where’d you get your personality, my asshole?” and then roundhouse kick them out of your fuckin’ face because you’re a goddamn stallion.

mirror compliments are a must. you’ve probably heard this before. i’m not talking about looking in the mirror and being like, “you are okay. you look good. you are a nice person,” i am talking about looking in the mirror and announcing, “literally everything about me is attractive. there isn’t actually a single flaw on me.”
address your cat and yell, “point out one thing on me that isn’t fucking perfect.” if your cat raises its eyebrows and points at your arm fat, it’s time to get a new fucking cat, dude, because your arm fat is fucking gorgeous. you know why it’s gorgeous? because it’s attached to you and you’re motherfucking godly. “this is a problem,” you say as toothpaste drips down your chin. “i am fucking hilarious, and my eyes are like desert gems. my personality sparkles.”
literally every time you see your reflection. every fucking time. try hitting on yourself. good job. now try hitting on yourself without laughing. try again.

dress for comfort and for style. if something looks good but makes you feel like a spiral-cut ham in a thong, this thing is not a good thing for you. if something feels good, but makes you look like a spiral-cut ham in a thong, fuck the haters, ham is delicious and thongs hide panty lines.
personally??? i like the maternity section. my very favoritest shorts in the world are maternity shorts, they have this three-inch elastic waist, they’re glorious. it’s not too much more expensive than everything else, and it’s about comfort, because apparently women are allowed to be comfortable if they’re procreating.
and if you feel good, you’ll probably… you know, feel good. i know, weird.

if you’re ever thinking a bad thing that’s making you unhappy, and no amount of praising yourself will help, think about something else. you are allowed to say, “nope. this train of thought is upsetting me,” and change the mental subject. you can do that whenever you want. i promise. you deserve that.

try masturbation. don’t even think of it as a means to an end, like this arduous path to orgasm. it’s about enjoying your body. look at it. touch it. am i creeping you out? are you creeping yourself out? good. now keep doing it. explore yourself. do it slowly. if something feels good, do it again. if something feels bad, don’t do that anymore. masturbation is a No Self Judge Zone. you can look like and do whatever you want and ain’t nobody gonna say shit.
you talkin’ shit, shampoo bottle? you’re just mad because you don’t have these bitchin’ thighs.
take your time. do it until you’re bored. then do something else. touch yourself while you watch a movie. touch yourself while you’re trying to sleep. don’t touch yourself in public. you’ll get arrested. because looking that good is illegal.

my biggest rule is everyone’s a babe, no matter what. and i know what you’re thinking, dashiel robert parr: “if everyone’s a babe, no one is.” but guess what: that’s not even true. because when everyone’s a babe, everyone’s a babe.
it’s never okay to make fun of someone for the way they look. i mean, alone with your friends where they could never hear you, sure, fine, but once everyone starts being a babe, that stops being fun, anyway.
if you’re busy affirming everyone around you, you probably won’t have room in your awesome head for shit like “i’m fat,” because you’ve got more important shit to think about. like, for example, “i’m fat, and everyone around me is jealous of all my awesome.”

here are some rules for everyone being a babe:

being fat is not the same thing as being ugly. if a store doesn’t carry your size, that store is for douchebags and not normal people. the average woman’s dress size is in the double-digits, fuck the haters. being fat is not bad. equating it with not being attractive is.

if you don’t like a thing on someone, like if you don’t dig their top or if you wish their hair was different, don’t say, “oh my god that guy’s hair,” say, “that guy’s hair is not my bag.” maybe they really dig it! maybe they got that haircut, looked in the mirror, and they were like, “you’re like if a supermodel became the president and then travelled exclusively by jetpack.” maybe that hair’s super important to them, makes them feel good! you don’t want people to pop your happy balloon, so don’t pop anyone else’s.

don’t let people talk shit. about you or anyone else, and that includes themselves. if they go, “man, i love this kind of top, but i can’t wear it,” be like, “you’d probably rock it.”
if they go, “well, it doesn’t match my body type,” be like, “everything matches your body type.”
if they go, “well, it doesn’t come in my size,” be like, “fuck this place. where are we? where am i? hollister? why are we here? let’s go to target.”

if you weren’t you. like, if you were a friend instead of you. what would you think if you heard the thoughts you have? how would you feel if you heard your best friend saying those things about themself? i know my best friend has problems with a shitty self image, and that makes me sad because she’s a breathtaking irish flower from beyond the stars. she’s like those flowers from that sailor moon movie. you know the one. (if you don’t, just accept that they were deadly and awesome.)
the answer is, affirm your friends even if they look like shit with the flu. even if they look like a dead fish in lipstick, be like, “you look bangin’.” because that’s what friends are for! they think their friends look like hotties all the time because they love each other!
treat everyone like your friend until proven douchebag.

and even on your days when you’re feeling like shit—because everyone has days where despite their best efforts they are feeling like shit—at least you’re an awesome person.

because you are! you’re awesome! you wouldn’t have been born if you weren’t awesome. there’s a higher power, man, and that higher power is so judgmental, and you were born anyway. that higher power’s name is phil, and phil was like, “this bitch is flawless,” and cast you out into the world to grace us with your babin’ perfection. which—thank you, by the way.

you’re allowed to look like barf warmed over in your own damn house because you work hard all the time, walking and breathing and looking at things and shit, and you deserve time off whenever you want it. because—yep. you guessed it.

fuck the haters.

i know that was mostly unintelligible. i hope it helped. just a little.

because you’re flawless and everyone is flawless and everyone deserves to feel flawless whenever they want.

so you don’t think you’re “conventionally beautiful.” who gives a shit? convention was invented by awful people with shitty, narrowminded taste.

you’ll notice convention is built and upheld by the people who fit its standards. you think that’s coincidence? it’s not. it’s built up to preserve the ideal beauty, which is a tall, skinny, young, white, cishet man with a tall, skinny, young, white, cishet girlfriend whose only job is to be proud of her boyfriend, while also producing money from nowhere.

fuck that shit. fuck all of that shit. i’m not about that.

i’m about you being a head motherfucking bitch in charge. you’re gorgeous, you’re fucking rad, and everyone is lucky you’re around. fuck the haters.

This is perhaps the most glorious missive I have ever read.

This made my day 77.777 times better

thelilnan:

Thu, 23 May 2013 17:09:42 -0400

thelilnan:

superwhopaganindigogiraffe: curvaliciousfashion: “Attractive...

Thu, 23 May 2013 11:57:18 -0400

superwhopaganindigogiraffe:

curvaliciousfashion:

“Attractive and Fat”

Many of you have probably heard of the CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch’s controversial and flat out rude comments that the company doesn’t sell XL or XXL sizes for women because they want “cool” people to wear their clothes. Well, this blogger wrote an open letter to Jeffries and included these photos of herself and what is considered a “typical” male model body type.

Some quotes from her letter:

“The only thing you’ve done through your comments (about thin being beautiful and only offering XL and XXL in your stores for men) is reinforce the unoriginal concept that fat women are social failures, valueless, and undesirable.”

“This is largely attributed to companies like yours that perpetuate the thought that fat women are not beautiful. This is inaccurate, but if someone were to look through your infamous catalog, they wouldn’t believe me.”

“P.P.S. You should know your Large t-shirt comfortably fits a size 22. You might want to work on that.”

This has to do with fashion, though perhaps not in the way this blog has so far posted. But this sort of confidence is the sort of thing that we want our choices in clothes to reflect. You should be able to wear whatever you want and feel confident - no matter what other people may say or think.

SHE MADE THE NEWS!
http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/celeb-news/blogger-spun-abercrombie-fitch-ceo-comments-chance-change-191920774.html?vp=1

The Problem with 'Boys Will Be Boys'

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:11:38 -0400

The Problem with 'Boys Will Be Boys':

mazarin221b:

For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.

No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:

“You know! Boys will be boys!”

“He’s just going through a phase!”

“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”

“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”

“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”

I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”

She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.

It was so tempting.

He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.

She had to keep her building safe.

Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.

His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.

Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.

I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.”

Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning. How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?

There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.

There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.

Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”

The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement.

I’m not saying that the above - that a parent would look at a little boy’s willful destruction of another child’s creation and blow it off as “boys will be boys” doesn’t happen because it still does - but I will say I’m thankful that so far the parents of the kids we’ve been around since infant care/preschool wouldn’t have let that go - and neither would their parents or caregivers. The “boys will be boys” attitude is dying a timely death, and hopefully a lot of the entitled attitude that goes with it.

"One time I went shopping for shirts and suits, but then I found the most beautiful pair of socks and..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:26:19 -0400

“One time I went shopping for shirts and suits, but then I found the most beautiful pair of socks and I thought, “I just have to buy this”. So when I did, and I was at the counter, the cashier told me, “You can get another pair of socks for a half off since we’re having a special sale.” So I did, I went and got another pair of socks and then they told me, this time, that if I buy another pair of socks, I’ll get another pair of socks for free…And so I bought another socks to get another pair of socks for free and they told me again that if I buy another pair of socks, this time, they’ll let me have two pairs of socks for free. And I did. So by the end of the day, I had bought about 7 pairs of socks and no new suits or shirts. And I thought to myself, “This is my life now. Spending money on socks.””

- Benedict Cumberbatch, excerpt from Neigh magazine (via rosenlaui)

This is why he’s not allowed to go shopping without Martin Freeman. He does this

(via tiger-in-the-flightdeck)

Lol oh my god dying from the cute

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enerjax: What all the fuss was about :B [x][x]

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:18:43 -0400

enerjax:

What all the fuss was about :B

[x][x]

"There’s no tradition of scientists or atheists picketing outside of churches, saying ‘That might not..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:09:50 -0400

“There’s no tradition of scientists or atheists picketing outside of churches, saying ‘That might not necessarily be true!’ That’s never happened. You don’t see scientists banging on the Sunday school door, telling the preacher what to teach. That doesn’t happen. I simply cry foul when you have people who believe that their religious text has science in it, and they want to put that in the science classroom.”

- Neil Degrasse Tyson (via always-blorft)

As always, Neil fucking nails it.
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poetmelancholia: sassytimelordminion: ilovecharts: And why...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:48:08 -0400

poetmelancholia:

sassytimelordminion:

ilovecharts:

And why does this exist?

tardisity: The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:38:23 -0400

tardisity:

The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realist shit ever then you can get right on outta town.

congragulation: “Ah, yes, my psychiatrist, Hax Murderer. He has been helping me profile this ax...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:38:09 -0400

congragulation:

“Ah, yes, my psychiatrist, Hax Murderer. He has been helping me profile this ax murderer.”

mazarin221b: johnnybooboo: buzzfeedceleb: Benedict...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:29:27 -0400

mazarin221b:

johnnybooboo:

buzzfeedceleb:

Benedict Cumberbatch deleted shower scene from Star Trek Into Darkness

OMG.

bakerstreetbabes: dudeufugly: Benedict Cumberbatch’s deleted...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:28:20 -0400

bakerstreetbabes:

dudeufugly:

Benedict Cumberbatch’s deleted shower scene in Star Trek Into Darkness

F. M. L.

Not Sherlock Holmes.

But I don’t care.

24-alpha-24: teen wolf meets x-men oh dear god this is epic

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:47:41 -0400

24-alpha-24:

teen wolf meets x-men

oh dear god this is epic

but imagine the doctor as a lit teacher

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:16:42 -0400

Student: We don't know what the author actually meant, and they're dead, so it's not like we can go ask them.
The Doctor:
Student:
The Doctor:
Student:
The Doctor: brb