happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
when straight people say “let’s get this bread”
I LOVE when animals forget that their tongue is out halfway through, it’s one of the most adorable things ever.
the mother called her babies just for me ;;;
Blessed.
the most blessed, pure thing…
Do u have a Twitter we can follow you on?
Sadly no twitter that I use, I have insta at eclectic_gay if y’all want though
It’s not just Tumblr, people. This shit is getting ridiculous.
Of course it’s not Tumblr! They came for Craigslist personals first because that’s the oldest trick in the book: Sneakily taking down the ‘perverts’ under the guise of vague, high morality goals and working slowly up from the bottom, picking off larger and larger targets. Few people cared about CL because of the stereotype of scary unwashed creeps trawling for sex online. That wasn’t so familiar or cute so it was fair game.
Tumblr is biting at the ‘artists’ heels and suddenly there is a bit more noise, because artists aren’t supposed to be treated like shit, are they? However even now the hair-splitting over what’s porn and therefore garbage and not-art shows that attitudes are not so different. It’s still the same divisive, dangerous us v.s. them mentality that is so easily exploited.
This is why when people tell me I shouldn’t worry about this because ‘my art isn’t porn anyway’ it makes me angry. It means so much more than drawings or a silly blog. This is about people being slowly phased out of their freedoms, rights and agency. History has shown time and time again that whenever power wants to make a crushing move backwards, it comes for what it declares ‘obscene’ first. People are raised to be scared and ignorant of sex so it’s an easy gateway. When they come cracking down on sex is when we most need to pay very close attention. They are not protecting us.
Of course this is a silencing method, says the person who lived through the rise of the Moral Majority” (which is neither). Oh, they SAY it’s about “protection” and “safety,” but it’s 100% about silencing women’s voices, queer voices, fan voices.
You know how you can tell? Look at the backlash against AO3. If this were just a case of Tumblr’s corporate owners washing their hands, why would there be such a sudden and loud bot army desperately trying to rewrite the narrative about AO3, a website without corporate ownership, a website beyond corporate control, a website where all those voices speak freely, into something dark and immoral and illegal? Because if they can’t force us into into silence by interfering with the site, they’ll try to get us to voluntarily silence ourselves.
FUCK FOSTA, FUCK SESTA, AND FUCK THE PURITANICAL “MORAL” MAJORITY THE GOP PAYS HYPOCRITICAL LIP SERVICE TO (and that lip service is absolutely below the waistline, sunshine)
That means Tumblr has not flagged my profile as “Sensitive”.
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
what did i just read
Irish women are strong as fuck
“I lived, bitch” irl
Alienate Nazis from your content. Make them feel like it is not for them and is explicit in working against them. Whatever ways we can make Nazis feel socially unsafe and unwelcome on the basis of being Nazis is a good deed done.
reminder that nazis aren’t allowed to enjoy my posts
Get the fuck off my blog if you’re a Nazi or a Nazi apologist or think that we need to reach out to them
Why does Catholic, the largest church, not simply eat the other churches?
the Economist out here trying to fix the Schism of 1054
