It was to teach all of you a lesson because I see everything. And I saw two people with two broken hearts. Love was the lesson. Love is about letting yourself be saved.. it’s not just about saving other people - even if you are superheroes
Music Meister aka the multiverse’s relationship counsellor
#THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE #SAVING OTPs SINCE 2017
A thought occurred to me when I saw the BBC headline this morning of the Queen and Prince William visiting the area of the Grenfell tower fire. A fire that has left 17 people confirmed dead with 76 missing.
Buckingham Palace: Receives £370m for refurbishment.
Grenfell Tower: Doesn’t receive £300,000 for a sprinkler system.
As pointed out by numerous voices, one example being Aamer Anwar, these people died because they were poor. They continually raised awareness that fire alarms didn’t work and lifts repeatedly stopped.
People who were on the lower floors hurled whatever they could at windows to try and wake people up. They are at outside the incident now wondering whether they should have bothered as they think it would have been better if their neighbours had died from smoke inhalation in their sleep rather than in a panic to escape.
Aamer Anwar, human rights lawyer and current rector of Glasgow University, has said that a government inquiry is not good enough as it allows the government to set the parameters. He pointed out examples like the Hillsborough disaster and Bloody Sunday and how the government continually white washes these to make no one, especially the government, look at fault.
He wants an independent inquiry and a criminal investigation. This happened as a result of Tory austerity and cuts to both social housing and to the emergency services. That blood is on their hands.
When Boris Johnson was mayor of London he oversaw the closures of dozens of fire stations. We had Labour leader to Tony Blair, John McTernan, saying that ‘Only 2% of a fireman’s time is spent fighting fires.’ You cannot afford to cut emergency services to save a quick buck. Austerity does not work.
According to Akala, rapper and poet, rich people living nearby complained that the tower block was an eyesore and urged a refurbishment. This refurbishment results in 'pretty panels’ being placed on the outside, according to Aamer Anwar these panels assisted the fire.
The White House announced its intention of eliminating funding for three federal agencies—the National Endowment for the Arts, the National Endowment for the Humanities, and the Institute of Museum and Library Services—that have long provided support for the cultural sector across the country.
Today, Philadelphia’s cultural sector asks you to join us to urge our government to continue federal funding for the arts, culture, and history. Share if you support. #SaveTheArts
I’m on a roll today haha. Been typing these out as I think of them
all week, so here is a list of things in order of what I perceive to be
least to most talked about:
1. Be able to leave at any time.
You never know when you’re going to have to make a run for it or if you
feel unsafe and need to bounce. This includes:
Know your exits. Not
all places have the exit the same as the entrance. Figure out where
the exit is either before you walk in or as soon as you do.
Keep all your things as close together as possible.
Pretty easy if you’re in a public place, but if you are at a hotel or
his house or something, try to either keep everything packed or all your
things in one place. This makes you look neat and organized too, or at
least you can claim that if he calls you on it.
When you’re done brushing your teeth, pack away your toothbrush again. This goes for everything. When you use it, put it back.
Keep your dirty clothes folded next to your suitcase, if not in it.
Keep your purse on your person
or with your things. I usually put it on the nightstand so it’s easy
to remember, and my clothes/rest of my things usually end up next to the
bed anyway. Take your bag to the bathroom, especially if there are
things inside that reveal your identity if you don’t want him to see.
If you take off your clothes, leave them right-side-out. If
you don’t do it as you take your clothes off, just fix them as soon as
they’re off. Leave all your clothes in one place. If you’re naked and
need to run, this speeds up the process and you don’t look a complete
mess when you get outside.
For your shirt, grab the
bottom hem and pull it over your head. Once the neck clears your head,
take the hem of one sleeve and pull your arm out of it. Then use that
arm to hold both sleeves as you remove your other arm. This leaves you
holding both sleeves by the ends as the shirt hangs down and your shirt
stays ready to be put on quickly.
For your pants, step on the
hem with one foot to slide the other leg out. Might be a little tough
with skinny jeans or leggings, but try to pull from the bottoms and
slide out instead of peeling them off your body.
Have the number for a local taxi service saved in your phone. Or Uber, or a friend nearby, or whatever you feel like. Don’t rely on him to get you home.
Pack a pair of flats if you can because running in heels is way too hard.
If you do need to leave,
put on your underwear, then pants. Don’t need to wear the bra. Put on
your shirt, grab your things and leave. Run to the staircase–don’t
risk the elevator in case a bunch of people with luggage hold it up long
enough for him to find you there. Go barefoot down the stairs, then
put on your shoes after you’ve reached the bottom. At this point you
should be holding your purse and bra, maybe socks, jacket, heels if you
packed flats, and jewelry. As you walk to the door, put your jewelry
and bra in your purse if you can. Put socks in the heels, or hold them
if you’re wearing the heels. Get into the taxi. Put your bra on around
your stomach, then pull it up under your shirt so you’re wearing it
like a strapless bra (you can fix this later if you want). Put on your
socks if you have them. Double check that you grabbed everything. Get
2. Have a safe place to go to if needed.
This is anywhere very public and preferably somewhere you cannot be
followed. Know how to get there from wherever you are.
If you have a membership at a gym, they usually check membership cards at the door.
If you are military/dependent, go on base.
to your place of work and hide in the break room. If your coworkers
ask, say it was a Tinder date gone wrong and this creepy old guy is
Worst case scenario, go to the bathroom in a
public place. Enlist the help of other women in there/call the hostess
of the restaurant or a nearby store and explain the situation.
3. Put your phone on airplane mode.
Turn WiFi and location off. I’ve seen it mentioned before where people
pop up as Facebook suggestions. If you spend a lot of time in the same
area as someone, Facebook knows. Even with location off, it can tell
your location via WiFi access point and which cell your phone is
connected to. Turning off location and WiFi will help, but you need to
disconnect your phone from service to block that avenue too. I would
say turn your phone off entirely, but my phone takes 6 million years to
power on, so that could be dangerous in an emergency. Turning off
airplane mode can allow you to reconnect quickly to service. (This is
also useful because then your phone won’t be buzzing and stuff. No
4. Tell a friend where you’re going and what time
you expect to be back. Keep them updated with changes. Even if they
don’t respond, having it in writing somewhere can keep you safe if
anything happens. Message me where you’re going if you don’t have
anyone else idgaf.
5. Ask for everything upfront. Whatever
you agreed on (cash, gifts, dinner, whatever), make sure you get it
first. I feel like everyone on Tumblr already knows this, but maybe one
person will read this who hadn’t read it elsewhere and it’ll help.
<b>what she says:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>what she means:</b> Honestly, the exploration of the shifting western gender dichotomy in the 1980s and how it’s displayed through the lens of same-sex relationships is one of the most profoundly striking (yet subtle) themes in both acts of the musical Falsettos (March of the Falsettos as well as Falsettoland) and I am severely disappointed that fans don’t discuss it enough. For instance, we initially have a character like Marvin who sees men and women, as well as their respective “roles” in relation to him through a very linear, black and white lens. This worldview of his isn’t challenged in the least until he falls in love with another man, Whizzer Brown, who he can’t manage to force into a box of preconceived stereotypes. Whizzer is a proud, openly gay and promiscuous man living in suburban New York, and while many of his observable traits could make him look like a caricature of his identity (sexual selectiveness, materialist attitudes, overt pride in his physical appearance and that of others), he also possesses many attributes that contradict that stereotype and make him seem like more of a Manly Man than Marvin would want him to be (his love for baseball, the Manliest Man sport™ and general passion for athleticism, and his loyalty, kindness, and family man sensibilities). Whizzer doesn’t feel constrained to a box where his sexuality needs to match up with stereotypes about how he behaves or expresses himself; he just is who he is. Marvin, being the linear thinker (and we can assume older of the two) is unnerved by the fact that Whizzer can’t fit into his two boxes of what’s acceptable (gay or straight, masc or femme, pink or blue), and thus resorts to forcing him into the homemaker, a role he’s learned to play opposite of and DOMINATE. Whizzer understandably hates this, culminating in their breakup at the end of act 1.<p/><b></b> Marvin doesn’t see “both sides” of Whizzer until the baseball game in act 2, observing how Whizzer comes to support his child and shows expertise with how to play the game (How Masculine1!1!), prompting him to want to make things work again. He is able to fully accept the qualities of his own sexual longing and intimacy in What More Can I Say, qualities that he once DETESTED in Whizzer (“Whizzer screws too much to see, what a joy is chastity”) and begins to see a nuanced, full fleshed version of himself in what Whizzer was from the beginning. He continues to unconditionally love Whizzer even when he’s sick with AIDs (having figuratively and literally lost all of his physical strength and stamina to the disease, qualities that he was once able to capitalize on) and Marvin is shocked at how much he loves this man who can’t even stand up, let alone fully hold him or be intimate with him. He loves Whizzer beyond the boxes he used to desire to put him in, he’s no longer an object for sex nor the pinnacle of athleticism, and THAT is what Marvin learns to love (“Do you know, all I want is YOU, anything you do is alright”). Finally, this culminates in What Would I Do, when Marvin is asking a departed Whizzer “what would I do if I had not loved you?” // “You’re the only one my child would allow” // “who would I BE if I had not loved you” // “how would I know what love is?” All are indicative of how Whizzer’s companionship opened his mind and his heart, showing him that true love doesn’t come in a box or a stereotype or label, it can come in any way with any kind of person.
AND THEN we have the lesbians, who are mainly responsible for giving insights on how the world of 1980s is shifting in terms of “what’s normal and what isn’t” (the opening number Falsettoland basically explains this in a way that borderline mirrors modern identity politics, but THAT’S ANOTHER RAMBLE FOR ANOTHER DAY). Even in a relationship as “new” and progressive as Charlotte and Cordelia’s, societal influences of male and female roles permeate their relationship and even the way they interact with one another. Speaking from an old-fashioned lens, you could say that Charlotte “wears the pants” in the relationship (to reference a pretty outdated and inaccurate term), as she’s the real breadwinner of the couple, making money like a boss ass bitch and doing “respectable” life saving work, whereas Cordelia services her as a homemaker and is struggling with her own catering business. While Cordelia is presented as a very optimistic and happy person who loves her career and admires her partner, you can tell she’s somewhat upset with this accepted power struggle, even from the “funny” line “You save lives and I save chicken fat, I can’t fucking deal with that?!?” She literally can’t deal with the fact that even in a world where she should be considered an equal to her partner in every way, she still can’t be because of the world they live in and the norms she feels like she needs to conform to. When Charlotte is gloating “do you know how great my life is?!?” Cordelia responds almost bitterly “yes I KNOW how great your life is” implying that she’s heard it a million times before,and no matter what she’ll never have what her partner has. She struggles with getting Charlotte to open up at certain points, which makes connecting hard for her “Something bad is happening // Which she’d never say // it must be SOMETHING IN HER WAY”. Overall the commentary on how gender norms changed the face of LGBT life in this show is so interesting and WHY DO WE SLEEP ON THIS?!? I CANNOT GET ENOUGH. I MYSELF HAVE NOT SLEPT IN FOUR DAYS.<p/></p>
IF YOU LIVE IN THE UK PLEASE VOTE TO EVICT TOM. BIG BROTHER HAS PUNISHED ALL HOUSEMATES BY PUTTING THEM ALL UP FOR EVICTION. IT IS ALSO A VOTE TO EVICT. TWITTER HARDCORE WANTS TOM OUT SO TO SAVE CHANELLE PLEASE EVICT TOM THANK YOU
The agency voted 3-2 to move forward on a plan that could reshape the Internet for consumers.
Dearest Tumblr. Lets take a bit and set aside our pronunciations of Gif, and all of the wonderful things that go happen on this site so that we can defend it.
Today, Thursday May 15, the FCC approved a proposal that allows for ISPs to limit the streaming of data. You have probably heard of this as of late as it will affect quite a few things. It will affect, Netflix, and probably tumblr.
If you still don’t quite understand this issue watch this CPG Grey video on Net Neutrality. It will explain it quite well.
But the Internet is not yet dead! Call the FCC! Email them! Get out the word that Americans do not agree to this. Corporations should not run the internet. We have until September before the final vote can happen and kill the internet. Don’t let that happen.
That’s right, you heard it here, folks! Emotional Support Animals are a valid and important method of coping with disabling mental illnesses!
Many people compare ESAs to service dogs and say “ESAs aren’t task trained. They aren’t as important as my service dog.” or “ESAs don’t get to go into public, and they aren’t as well trained, so they don’t save lives like my service dog does.” or even “That’s just an emotional support animal, unlike my task trained service dog.”
It’s true that ESAs aren’t task trained. It’s true that they don’t have protection under the ADA and don’t go into public spaces so they don’t need intensive Public Access training. But it is NOT true that they are less important.
If I need a reason to get out of bed in the morning, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
If I need structure and habit in my day, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
If I need someone to snuggle and be sad with, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
If I need someone to talk to, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
If I need a best friend, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
If I need a wingman to make me feel brave, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
If I need to play and be more active, I need an ESA and not a service dog.
Many service dog handlers will read this and say “My service dog does that too!” Congrats! Your service dog is also an emotional support animal!
Emotional support animals are different from service dogs. But they are not less than service dogs.
Emotional support animals save lives.
Emotional support animals are just as valid and important as service dogs.
Sometimes stupidity can be so intense that it causes witnesses to melt into a puddle.
A lady came to this machine wanting to use her chip. I usually try to catch the customers and let them know that our chip reader is for credit and they’ll have to use another machine because this one is broken. She slipped by me somehow, so I started to explain the situation.
The words and actions that came from this lady… It made me think her brain was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed for all its contents…
“Oh I must have misread this. I thought it said NO chip.” inserts card
“…are you SURE this thing doesn’t work?” inserts card
“I don’t wanna do debit because [insert conspiracy theory here]” inserts card
“Maybe it’s not working because this sign is in the way.” REMOVES SIGN AND INSERTS CARD
I… I can’t. I just can’t. Like, how did this woman make it out of the house?!