girls got to eat

why the tyrannosaurus rex from jurassic movies is important for feminism

  • she’s a strong female character™
  • eats men
  • saves the day multiple times
  • she’s respected
  • she’s not sexualized
  • her gender does not make her less dangerous 
  • people don’t question her man-eating skills because she’s a girl, not even once
  • they don’t mock the dead guys because they got eaten by a girl either
  • she fights the patriarchy (by eating men)
  • no one calls her a bitch for eating people
  • she’s a woman in a position of power
  • people tried to objectify her for capitalistic purposes and got punished
  • in the end, she would eat anyone regardless of their gender, race and sexuality

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

nice transparent thing bc valentine is coming and all my ace ass has is this son and my laptop

have a good one too people

I worry about the way time passes 
for different people. 

A year is always 365 days but 
no one ever tells you that the hours 
can stretch with stress and responsibility.

So, I meet another 19 year old 
and she is actually 19-
she is lucky. The days have passed 
as they should and she has lived 
the teenage dream, sneaking out, 
making out, falling out 
of love over and over again 
and she kinda gets it, maybe. 
She is getting there at least. 
She knows that at some point
her parents aren’t going to pay for her 
frivolities, that the car she drives will one day be 
in her name, with her paycheck in the gas tank. 
And yeah, she works part time in the mall,
goes to school, dreams of what life will bring,
but she doesn’t know, not yet. 

At least she is tolerable. I meet another girl
who claims she is 19 but acts like she is 12 
(I know, overused internet insults, but bear with me).
Time has passed too quickly and she never grew up.
She just can’t imagine not having her debit card
attached to her father’s account,
doesn’t know what interest on a loan means
and I have to help her fill out applications 
for a job she won’t keep more than a week.
I don’t think she will ever get it,
she is taken care of and I can’t say I’m not jealous 
of the way she has everything,
how she doesn’t ache after long days.
Part of me hopes she gets slapped in the face 
with reality, but why wish the harshness of the world
on someone who will never be ready?

Oh and here is the part none of you will believe,
you’ll tell me I am making it up for poetry,
but I promise when I say
I am more middle aged 
than teenaged 
I am not joking. I haven’t ever been pregnant 
but sometimes it feels like I’ve got 3 kids,
my brother and sister’s teachers expect me at parent conferences,
my high school sister doesn’t know I pay for her everything 
so that she can be the girl above, the girl who doesn’t know,
the girl who frustrates me, but I don’t want her to be 
19 and working a minimum of 50 hours a week. 

It’s a life and I am living.

Don’t tell me when you don’t know 
to cut back on my hours, take time for myself,
save my money and stop lending to my family. Honey,
I am not going to leave the ones I love to poverty.
I’ve got bills to pay and meds I need,
oh, and in case people forget,
a girl has got to eat.
Fuck you and your privileged "life hacks" 
that won’t save me a damn penny.
This is a conversation for the people who get it,
who struggle and bust their asses to care for 
themselves and those they love,
so sip your coffee,
it’s cyclical poverty 
and there is little chance of you understanding.

—  RANT || O.L.
Sugar Prince (High School AU! Jimin)

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Type: Fluff sort of Angst

People say having a guy like Park Jimin liking you was a big deal. But to someone who spent less time fantasizing about men and worried more for her work, you didn’t care. You wanted to worry about your future more than a guy like him. He was popular with the ladies, it didn’t mean he dated them all or anything just they all wanted him. You figured he had a minor crush on you that he would get over soon after it started. Unannounced to you the boy had had a crush on you since you first came to the middle school you guys used to go to. He just accidently let his feeling slip this year.

Jimin had a sweet tooth and you were amazed his pearly whites hadn’t fallen out. every Valentine’s Day he was in heaven by the amount of candy he got, he was often handed sweets by girls.


You sat calmly eating your chocolate pieces as you studied. It was a lovely day so you decided to sit outside and do your work. You soon heard feet drag along the grass before a presence sat down beside you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone reaching for your snack so your hand reached out and grabbed theirs. You looked up and saw a smiling Jimin sitting there. The boy had balls to try and grab your food. You threw his hand away as you silently went back to reading. His hand slowly crept towards the box and as he saw your muscles tense he pulled away.

when you looked back at him he gave you another smile. “Can I help you?” you asked as you looked around seeing that his normal pack of girls weren’t around, he must have ditched them or something. “Just wondering why you’re sitting out here all alone” he says as he looks you over “because it’s a nice day” you say simply. “I think my day got brighter since I sat down beside you” he said as you made a face in disgust. “If I give you candy will you leave?” you ask him as he shakes his head no. “You’re stuck with me babe” he coos as you roll your eyes.


When you walked to class Jimin would rush over to you and take your bag. Since you were older he wasn’t able to stay in your class very long. You were walked to the door and Jimin smiled “I’ll see you later beautiful” he coos as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek before handing you your bag.

You took a seat as your friend quickly rushed to sit next to you. “Park Jimun and you?” she asked you sighed “he’s like a puppy” you mumble “you’re so lucky he’s one of the hottest guys in school” another girl who sat in front of you said as you leaned on your hands. “Boys get in the way of dreams” “except when they’re the boys of your dreams” your friend mumbled as she looked over at Yoongi who felt eyes on him and looked up confused. Your friend quickly looked away. “You want me to do something" you say.


During lunch you made your way to the cafeteria before an arm touched your waist and pulled you close “how about we eat lunch together” Jimin says as he gives you a flirty smile. “Why are you so interested in me?” you asked as he turned you so he could wrap both arms around you. “Because your perfect, sweet, smart. Just all around amazing” he said leaning closer with every word as squeals fill the air. Jimin pauses as he pulled away. He turned to see his normal group of girls who followed him around there.

You moved away before he brought you close again. “They can’t ruin this” he said as he pressed his lips to yours quickly. He smiled as he cupped your face keeping the kiss going. To his amazement you didn’t pull away and slap him. You stood there mainly but gave some mouth movement back. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he whispered as he pulled away. You seemed frozen as he chuckles. “Come come let’s get something to eat” he said as he linked your fingers with his and pulled you along.

✦ ————– Oliver & Company Sentence Starters.

’ Where’s the kid? ’
’ Oh, that poor little kid. ’
’ He/she must still be in the car, man! ’
’ You were supposed to keep an eye on him/her, _____! ’
’ Well, it’s hard to watch anything when you’re getting barbecued, man! ’
’ Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall. ’
’ Girl/boy, we’ve got work to do. ’
’ So when are we gonna eat? ’
’ I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic uno. ’
’ What I mean is, our partnership is herewith dissolved. ’
’ But, wait! Wait. You’re not being fair! ’
’ Fares are for tourists, kid. ’
’ Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York’s coolest quadruped. ’
’ I know you’re growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. ’
’ Your parents left me responsible for you. ’
’ They won’t mind. Really. Don’t worry, kitty. I’ll take care of you. ’
’ Rise and shine, ______. Your public awaits. ’
’ You wanna leave? Fine! There’s the door. ’
’ And do you have any idea whose home this is? ’
’ Hey, man, you’re ugly! And you’re uglier than him! ’
’ My days are numbered, and the number is three. ’
’ What kind of work do we do anyway? ’
’ Didn’t you read about us in the Wall Street Journal? ’
’ Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days. ’
’ Three? Oh, you mean, just three days? ’
’ Oh, my goodness! Oh, I’m having a bad day! ’
’ Whoa! Chill out, man. I don’t eat cats. It’s too much fur. ’
’ What you talkin’ about, man? That’s a primo wallet, man. ’
’ You insulted my pride, and this means death! ’
’ I have your hearts and you have my pity. ’
’ The crowd’s hustling. The traffic’s roaring. The hot dogs are sizzling. ’
’ I love a story with food in it. ’
’ Now, I lent you some money, and I don’t see it. ’
’ Do you know what happens when I don’t see my money? ’
’ People get hurt. People like you get hurt. ’
’ People get hurt. People like you get hurt. Do I make myself clear? ’
’ Good show. Now all we need is a net and a tennis court. ’
’ Do you think this place is big enough? ’
’ Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep! ’
’ And what kind of person would steal an innocent little kitty? ’
’ He might be up against a stone wall, at the end of his rope. ’
’ He must have been a poor, desperate man. ’
’ It’s still wrong. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. ’
’ It’s newspaper burritos for breakfast again, man. ’
’ All right! That does it! You yo-yos clear out and I mean now! ’
’ I just wanted some of the hot dogs I helped him get. ’
’ He’s a spy, man! Come on, let’s eat him! ’
’ Is this us losing our sense of humor? ’
’ Don’t you come any closer! I knew this would happen someday. ’
’ Oh, you’ve barking up the wrong tree, sister. It’s not you we’re after. ’
’ It’s not? Well why not? What’s the problem, Spot? ’
’ Not good enough for you? I mean, do you even know who I am? ’
’ Oh, and we’re all very impressed. Right, guys? ’
’ I don’t have time for long goodbyes, but here’s something to remember me by, baby. ’
’ Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make ______ happy? ’
’ It’s sweet and simple, the plan… Let me start over again. ’
’ If you don’t have my money… ’
’ Please, stop! Your money’s coming tonight! ’
’ Well, looks like you’re doing all right for yourself. ’
’ We’ll keep a spot open in the gang for ya. ’
’ Hey, keep it down, guys. The game’s on. ’
’ Isn’t it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence? ’
’ I don’t think you grasp the severity of the situation. ’
’ Oh, no, I grasp it. See? This is how I grasp. ’
’ This city’s got a beat, and you gotta hook into it. ’
’ Well, it’s nice to see that one of you has some manners. ’
’ Hey, no way, man! I’ve been barbecued too many times! ’
’ Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to work we go… ’
’ Well, there were a few smudges on it, okay! ’
’ Why should I worry? Why should I care? ’
’ I may not have a dime, but I’ve got street savoir-faire. ’
’ It’s just be-bopulation, but I’ve got street savoir-faire. ’
’ You can own this town and you can wear the crown! ’
’ But I’m warning you, kid.. ’
’ One minute I’m in central park, then on down the street. ’
’ I drew a perfectly good map. ’
’ I went outside the line with a green crayon, but not much. ’
’ Good luck, _______. I’ll be waiting. ’
’ Hey, get off my back woman. I’m driving. ’
’ And once you get the beat, you can do anything. ’
’ Come on, let’s see this big, bad kitty fight in action! ’
’ Yeah, you’re starting to think big. ’
’ They’re coming with the money I owe you to get their cat back! ’
’ And why would a cat follow a dog? ’
’ Pretty is nice, but still it’s just pretty. ’
’ I want you to keep one thing in mind. Dead men do not buy dog food! ’
’ Everything from the doorknobs down is mine! ’

the first time i held your hand, it was because there were people swirling around us and you wanted to get to the waterfront in time to see the fireworks and you were holding a glass coca cola bottle in one hand and  i was telling you how I FEEL LIKE I AM DROWNING and other uncertainties and you told me to JUST TAKE MY HAND I’VE GOT YOU 

i know a girl who always sleeps eight hours and eats balanced meals and never, ever procrastinates. i probe the edges of myself and find, in comparison, messy boundaries and I DON’T REMEMBER THE LAST FULL NIGHT OF SLEEP and eating ramen noodles and popsicles and a tangled brain that can’t seem to focus because the world is so shiny and for some reason YOU MADE ME BETTER

the first time i kissed you it was half terrifying and half exhilarating and I NEVER KNEW FALLING COULD FEEL LIKE FLYING and your hands were soft on my cheeks and you said DID YOU KNOW THERE’S AN ECLIPSE TONIGHT and the sun was painting the sky in streaks of orange and yellow and red

i turned around one day and couldn’t find myself in my shadow and i seem to be very good at three things: denial, tangling, and mistakes. there is a hole in my chest where my heart used to be and maybe i once thought IT WAS WITH YOU but now i think that it is floating JUST OUT OF REACH and i need it to COME HOME PLEASE

the last time i held your hand,  you said to me THE STARS ARE SO MANY TONIGHT and you were looking at the skies but i was looking at you and your eyes were full of quicksilver and i said SOON I’LL BE OCEANS AND CITIES AWAY FROM HERE but really i meant i don’t know how to be a full person without you by my side

i know it was never anything and never going to be anything but for three years YOU BURNED INTO ME  and i knew your favorite color was blue but on certain days it was crimson and how purple lipstick made you feel unstoppable and how you used to believe that the moon was made of cheese

the last time i kissed you it was because it was raining and the desert was ALIVE ALIVE ALIVE and you were laughing and asking me if THE UNIVERSE ALIGNED FOR US and so i held you and i kissed you and kissed you and kissed you and i said THE UNIVERSE IS OVERRATED and you kissed me and kissed me and then you said THIS FEELS LIKE AN ENDING

—  i just wanted to tell you that YOU WERE MY HOME for three years. 

somethingscarlet13  asked:

*gasp* I know!!! Johnny showing Jack off. He loves to point out what gorgeous eye candy he has and isn't he perfect look how amazing he is an oh guess what??? That perfect, pretty eye candy he has isn't just eye candy that's right that's his fucking husband everybody.

Originally posted by mattgoldey

“Hey ladies, how’d ya like to see a real man?” Johnny asked, throwing finger guns at a trio of women sitting at the outdoor tables of a cafe.

“Rather not,” one of them groaned, assuming this was another classic Johnny Bravo move. Instead they were surprised when Johnny grabbed a rather surprised looking man from next to him and showed him to them.

“This here’s my boyfriend Jack,” Johnny said. “He works out, look at this arm. His hair is just naturally this beautiful he doesn’t even use product, he speaks like ten languages and he could totally kick my ass.”

“Oh,…nice to meet you, Jack,” the girls giggled, waving at the blushing samurai.

“Johnny, please,” Jack hid his face behind one hand.

“Babe, please, everyone has to see that I’m dating someone amazing,” Johnny said. “A lotta girls are gonna eat their words. Come on, we got a lot of ground to cover.”

A Way To A Woman’s Heart Is...

Prompt: The sequel, or more like Lin’s POV, to “A Way To A Man’s Heart Is…

Pairing: Lin x Reader

A/N: This was a request by an anon and it was such a challenge! Not too sure how I feel about it, tbh. Let me know how you guys feel about it. For the people who haven’t read the first part yet, I challenge you to read this first and then read part one! Tell me what you think when you read it in that order! And I want those who already read the first part and are now reading the sequel to tell me what you guys think! Did I do alright in connecting the two stories together???

A way to a womans heart is to never do anything which will hurt her.


“…Why don’t you just tell him?”

Lin caught the tail-end of the conversation between Groff and Y/N as he strolled into his dressing room. “Tell me what?” he asks, curious.

His curiosity grew at Y/N’s surprised squeak as she spun around to face him. Behind her, Groff snickers, strutting past the still silent girl.

“Y/N made cupcakes just for you,” Groff drawls, stuffing the rest of the cupcake in his mouth as he exited the room.

Lin was speechless. Did she make cupcakes? Homemade cupcakes? His heart fluttered as he went over to the box to look at the pastries.


They were red velvet cupcakes.

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maya-the-queer  asked:

Hi, Mama. uhm, my friend hasn't been eating lately,, and when I make her eat, she goes to the bathroom shortly after and I can hear her coughing sometimes. I'm really concerned about her, what do I do..?

I think all you can do there is try to get her professional help. It’s not your job to make her better or make her eat. It’s something only she can do and she needs proper help with that. Of course you can/should support her if you can, but please don’t take too much responsibility! Try to talk to her about it, maybe tell her that you’re worried, but keep it low-key. Often when you say something very definite like “Girl, you got a eating disorder!” (bad example I know) that makes people super defensive and they take a step back (from my experience). Maybe something else you could do is talk to her parents, depending on how close you are and what their attitude is. 


Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Pairing: Negan x twin daughters
Word count: 840
Warnings: Swearing

 Part 1

“I’m Y/N.” You said quietly. “Do I call you daddy?” With that one question, his face paled, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. Life was about to get a whole lot harder.

A squealing was heard as Negan’s fling for the night came rushing down the stairs. “She is gorgeous. What’s ya name, sweetie?” She crouched in front of you, wearing nothing more than her underwear and the shirt that Negan had been wearing.

Your Y/E/C eyes went from her, to Negan, and back. “Y/N.” You told her quietly. “Are you gonna be my mommy?” Your head tilted to the side.

She blushed. “Uh, ya hungry? How about I go make ya girls somethin’ to eat?” Without waiting for you to answer, she got up and scurried to find the kitchen.

The bathroom door open and Claudia stepped out, smoothing her dress. “Thank you, mister.” She told him.

Negan groaned, running his hand down his face. “You guys like tv, right?” What kid didn’t? It was like the one thing they all had in common.

“Mommy didn’t let us.” Claudia told him.

“Well, I ain’t your ‘mommy’, follow me.” He snapped, turning towards his living room, and motioning for them to follow. Negan could hear their little feet behind him, and it was the most disturbing sound for him to hear in his home. You looked around the room as he made his way in. “Park it.” He pointed to the couch. You and Claudia took off your bags and dropped them wherever before climbing up. Once it was on some cartoons, he turned to look at the pair of you. “I’m going to look over these papers in my office. Do. Not. Move.” His face was stern.

“Yes, mister.” You said at the same time, giving him the creeps.

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