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Watch: Danielle Brooks has the best analogy to explain just how badly the fashion industry has erased plus sized women

But she added that when she began to see images of herself on billboards and got used to seeing other plus size women in the media, “I walked around with my head held a little higher, my strut a little firmer, and my smile a little brighter. I saw myself in those women.”

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anonymous asked:

Idk why other white people get so offended when racism is pointed out. Like my dog is super nice and sweet and would never hurt a cat but cats are still scared of her because dogs usually chase them?? You don't see my dog getting butt hurt

That is the actually the best and simplest way to explain it.

This literally explains it so well.

honestly? i have no idea what the fuck peoples’ damage is with the term “allosexual”. it’s like they think it was created specifically to insult them, like it has the implication of shaming people for having sex (they like to imply it shames gay people specifically), when in reality i have never seen a single a-spec person use it in a derogatory way. the only people who use it detogatorily are… aphobes, in order to mock and vilify a-spec ppl.

because it just means? “non-ace”? that’s literally what it means?? ive heard aphobes say “as soon as you say allo this discussion is over lmao” like wtf??? can u imagine “as soon as u utter the phrase ‘non-ace ppl’ in this discussion about asexuality the convo is over bye u fucking homophobe” bc that’s. that’s what you just said

the really funny part is i’ve been in ace communities long enough to remember when allo started catching on, before that it was just “sexual”. asexual v sexual, not asexual v allosexual. and then ppl started (rightly) pointing out how just saying “sexual people” could sound shaming and insulting, which is why “allosexual” was fucking coined in the first place. we need a word for this? it had the exact same meaning as “non-ace” before aphobes started trying to twist it into some sort of slur. ive seen on a byf “don’t follow me if you say allo unironically” - could you imagine seeing “don’t follow me if you say cis unironically”?

except that isn’t even really the best analogy, bc it could be taken to imply that allos have “allo privilege” over a-specs the way cis ppl do over trans ppl, which, let’s get this out of the way, has never been the case and no one who’s educated on the matter has ever made that claim. but lateral aggression is very much a fucking thing, so maybe a better analogy is “binary” vs “nonbinary”, as in binary trans person vs nb person. ( and before anyone jumps on me for this, yes i am trans and nonbinary and i have a right to bring this into the discussion.)

cld you imagine if. all of a sudden everyone was saying “you can’t say binary, it’s a transphobic slur”, “lmao 'binary’?? you fucking transphobe”, “don’t follow me if you call trans men/women binary”, “are you saying they have privilege over you for being 'binary’???”, “look this asshole thinks trans men/women are oppressing NBs by being trans”.

but no, “binary” and “nonbinary” are terms that exist because they are useful and necessary for intracommunity discussions, because each group faces different challenges and experiences, and it’s language we need to talk about those experiences and engage in dialogue.

not to shame anyone or imply anything about someone’s privilege.

that’s why allosexual(/alloromantic) exists. why is this a problem to anyone.

oh, yeah, that’s right, to demonize a-spec ppl and paint them all as homophobes in a nonsensical smear campaign.

i’m tired.

Most Rage players are either one of two things.
The heated, logical, and passionate philosopher who enjoys debate but hates stupidity. Probably has lots of obscure hobbies.
Or they’re that sarcastic asshole who’ll beat you up behind an Arby’s at 2 am and hook up with your girl the day after because you insulted his friend in line and he’s NOT gonna let you get away with that.

anonymous asked:

jason creating lexa then wasting her for shock value is like leonardo davinci painting mona lisa then throwing it in the trash 5 mins later

this is the best analogy for this clusterfuck yet 

Eliminating a toxic person from your life is very much like going to the eye doctor for an annual checkup. You don’t notice anything wrong with your vision/current prescription until you get a new prescription and everything looks so much better and brighter all of a sudden

Yes, I do.

Hi, thank you for sending in your request! I went with Older!Damian instead of Jason Todd because I really wanted to write something about Damian because I miss writing about him. That aside, it’s a tad bit short but it has its charms (hopefully!) Hopefully you can still enjoy this! We are finally in the last 30 requests and I really hope I can get it down even more soon so that I can open my requests again!


You aren’t going to lie. This is actually your third attempt in trying to propose your longtime boyfriend, Damian Wayne. The thing is Damian does not want to accept your proposal because he wants to be the one proposing to you – boys and their pride. So you have been trying your best to catch him off guard and get him to say ‘yes’ to you even though you know trying to catch Damian Wayne, son of batman, trained by the league of Assassin, etcetera, is like trying to catch you dancing – not the best analogy you can think of at the moment but it will do.

“Beloved, I love you but I want to be the one to propose to you.” Damian frowns as he crosses his arms and you roll your eyes. He pulls you up from where you had kneeled in front of him and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you to him. He presses his lips to your temple. “It is quite adorable – for the lack of a better word – to see you trying hard.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes. Technically Damian did not really say ‘no’ to any of your proposals – he simply did not give you a straight answer which annoys you the most.

You huff before wrapping your arms around his waist, enjoying his warmth. At times like this, being in Damian’s arms is really the best. A lot of people have always said that home is where the heart is and for you, that is Damian. He has hold your heart for the longest time and it is evident that you hold his too.

“This is nice.” You murmur on to his shoulder and Damian chuckles, placing his chin at the top of your head. He sways the both of you gently, side by side and you don’t even remember how long the two of you stayed like that, just holding on to each other and not saying anything, basking in each other’s warmth. It was really nice.

Damian is the first one to pull away causing you to pout at the loss of his warmth. He chuckles before smirking at you. “I have something for you.” He tells you, clearing his throat before he reaches in to the pocket of his jeans and takes out a folded paper. He hands it over to you.

“What is this?” You take the paper from him anyway. You try to figure out what it could contain but you know even if you turn to Damian for help, he’s most probably not even going to help you out. You sneak a peek at Damian and he shrugs his shoulders, that smirk still evident on his face.

“Open it if you’re so curious.” He tells you and you stick your tongue out at him before doing as he said. Damian had folded the paper in to four and when you open it, your jaw drops slightly because one, it is a comic strip and two, you can tell just by how beautifully it was drawn that Damian had been the one to draw them – he always had talent for drawing.

But what caught you by surprise even more is the fact that the comic strip contains a drawing of Damian and you. Damian is kneeling down and he is holding what looks like a very big ring and is looking up at you and you are looking at him in awe. Your heart starts to beat faster and when you hear the rustling, you know what Damian has done. You look up from the paper to see Damian in the same exact position as his drawing and the moment he took out the ring from his pocket, that is when you somewhat lost it and started to cry.

“Beloved, those better be tears of joy.” He mutters before taking your hand in his. “I wanted this to be special and just could not find the right time to execute this and yes, yes and yes, for all of your three proposals, Y/N.” You let out an ugly sob as you use your other hand to cover your mouth. Damian gives you a smile, one that really highlights his charm. “Now, I want to know, will you finally marry me, beloved?”

“Yes, yes, yes and yes!” You cry out before throwing yourself at Damian. This is something he had already expected because Damian knows you like the back of his own hands so he accepts you in his hug, the both of you falling back on to the floor. Damian chuckles as you continue to cry. “I don’t even know why I’m crying anymore.” You mumble through your tears and Damian kisses your head a couple of times.

“Because you’re silly like that and I am absolutely in love with you, Y/N.” Damian whispers causing you to lift your face from his neck to stare at him. Damian uses his thumbs to wipe the tears away from your cheeks and while he is caressing your cheeks, you lean down to press your lips against his a few times.

“I love you too, Damian.” 

This list of hilariously mis-formulated analogies by high school students has been bouncing around the Interwebs for awhile, but it’s so good that it deserves a repost. Lore has it that it originates from a Washington Post contest that asked teachers to send samples of the worst analogies from their students’ work. The word “worst” is a bit of a misnomer because many of these analogies are unintentional genius and all of them are pretty hilarious. Enjoy:

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
He was as tall as a 6’3? tree.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at asolar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it hadrusted shut.
He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
“Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist.
The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black.

We shouldn’t try to find one-to-one parallels when we try to equate Avatar events and cultures to real life ones, since a lot of the stuff in Avatar is a mix of different things (like how the Fire Nation also has Korean and Thai influences in additional to Japaneses ones), but I still find it both interesting and funny to point of parallels because: 

  • We start off with the Fire Nation (Imperialist Japan mixed with fascist ideology) taking over regions that represent Tibet, another that’s a mix of different Chinese eras, and two lands that have both Inuit and Native American Influences
  • I wish I had a proper source, but the Drill seems to be inspired by one of Hitler’sw failed oplans to to druill under the English Channel or something like that. Something like a secret tunnel (haar har). 
  • D-Day fails (”The Day of Black Sun”)
  • But then, the Allies eventually succeed in taking down the fascist power 
  • While in real life there’s a much more complex history of imperialism, the comics and Korra IMMEDIATELY give imperialism a a big fuck you by showing how 1) imperialism sucks and is beneficial to NO ONE (not even the guys spreading it), and 2) at the end of the day mutual trade is more beneficial than imperialism and colonialism.
    • But that’s not the point I really want to focus on. What I find hilarious is that, to do this, we start to see shift where the world turns into 19th century Japan a bit in that sense that everyone is much more open to trade. (minus the opart where Avatar!Matthew Perry forces everyone to open up their ports). 
      • Although, it should probably be noted that this process began during the war, and that, as we see in “The Promise,” it’s not exactly a fair system. 
  •  Anyway, what’s  also kind of funny is that the Water Tribes are now apparently going to be like the Middle East with the oil drilling plot with “North and South.” But, the kicker is, the people coming over to fill in the role of the Western countries is the South’s sister tribe. So, it would be like if Saudia Arabia had already been this large, unified state in the wake of the Ottoman Empire’s fall, and now they’re going over to claim other, smaller states in the name of unity and technological innovation (ok, maybe not the best, most accurate analogy, but I tried). 
    • They’re even using all the usual arguments for imperialism, like damn.
  • LOK, of course, continued this tradition by giving us the Equalists as a stand in for the Communists, Unalaq being a really badly done theocrat, Zaheer being  an actual anarchist, and Kuvira being a fascist. 

And, while there are some holes in the story’s lore, and while many of these stories could have been improved upon (whether it be in the show in the comics), I commend both show and comics for trying to continue this theme. 

But honestly, what makes Avatar such an awesome series in terms of worldbuilding is that you can look at any number of historical events and ask yourself “what would the Avatar equivalent of this be?” And if you’re lucky you might be able to find something. Also it’s fun because of the all the historical parallels, and because headcanons are fics are really fun to make. 

the best analogy for living with ADHD is like your brain is a computer, and people without ADHD they’re brains have like a maximum of 3 tabs open on the internet at once. They’re focused, they’re able to find stuff easily.
But for a person with ADHD it’s like there’s 100 tabs open and like 5 of those are in Internet Explorer of all things. Five of those tabs are playing music or a commercial and all the sound is clashing but you can’t figure out which ones they are because the lil tab things are so small you don’t know what each tab is. Some of them are just websites that don’t use a lot of energy and stuff, some of them are things like tumblr that with like 100 other things open can’t function well, you have a video game opened and also an unfinished drawing in Photoshop, somebody is trying to Skype you, and you’re trying to do all these things at once even though as good of a multitasker as you are, you can’t do this much! And there’s like tons of tabs you don’t need any more and you should’ve closed, but you didn’t because you forgot and now they’re just using more power and after you get to a certain point your computer is going to just crash.

anonymous asked:

Why are you starting drama about spirits4adoption?

Imagine you own a pet shop. You own a very reputable pet shop, and you take good care of all the animals in your shop. You have personal pets of your own, and you dedicate just as much if not more time to them. You have assistants and helpers who make sure all of the animals in your shop are healthy and happy. It’s hard work, and it can be exhausting, but you find so much joy in building relationships with your animals that any tiredness and frustration you feel ends up being worth it in the end. 

Now imagine across town is a pet shop that does not take care of their animals. Worse, they pass off wolves as suitable pets, and you recognize some of the animals in the shop as pets that have been stolen from some of the other townspeople. (They came here of their own free will, argues the shop. We take in all pets who wander in.)

You go and investigate for yourself because surely it can’t be that bad. You find that the pets are incredibly malnourished and neglected, some with serious injuries and parasites that need immediate medical attention. You look into the owner’s past and their pets. Turns out, they have their own menagerie of pets they have, several stolen, all malnourished and neglected running around like wild, unable to leave. You’ve seen healthy pets. You’ve seen healthy animals. You’ve seen even atypical animals become happy and healthy pets in the right hands. This is not that. 

It’s unsafe to adopt from this pet store. It would end up being a massive financial investment to anyone who adopts from this shop because they’d end up paying for unexpected medical bills. And in some cases, they may be adopting stolen pets that they don’t realize are stolen because the owner of the shop says it’s okay. It’s an emotional thing that doesn’t end well for anyone. 

You, being a responsible pet owner and pet shop owner debate what to do. This person and shop is giving out not just wrong but bad information on what it means to be a good pet owner. Any defense is basically “well it’s my shop, I can do what I want.” 

(In a back alley somewhere, you see the shop owner trying to beat up a family member of another pet owner/shop owner. The family member has no pets and does not own a shop, and yet you see them attacked because their pet owning relative spoke up. You see them using different identities/names to try and adopt other pets for their own collection as well when there are already far too many pets that belong to them who aren’t being properly cared for.)

Do you sit there and do nothing, or do you watch people get screwed over and pets get neglected and abused? Or do you say “enough is enough, I’m speaking up and I’m telling you the name of this place so you can avoid it, too. What’s happening is wrong, and these customers and animals both deserve justice.” (The shop owner later comes to you and says they’ve reported you to the police for pointing out what is readily available.)

Is it really “drama” if you’re telling people what’s wrong and pointing out the truth? It’s unsafe to adopt from spirits4adoption, and it breaks my heart to see good people adopt from there and wind up with a wounded spirit or worse (and yes, I’ve seen this happen) nothing at all. It’s not safe for the spirits or the people. I don’t regret pointing out what’s dangerous. If that makes me some sort of drama instigator, then so be it. Block me for all I care.

(Also, spirits are not pets. Please do not treat them as pets. This was the best analogy I could come up with at the time.)