The Dueling Arena

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sleephime:

life goals??? or wife goals

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When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.

Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”

When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.

Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”

I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.

She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”

“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”

He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”

Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”

When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”

Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”

Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.

He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.

Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.

Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.

One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.

I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”

Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.

It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.

It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.

It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.

There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.

I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.

By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

be-blackstar:

This is how you handle getting your privileged called out. 

Not “reverse racism!” Not “heterophobe!” and all those other dynamics that don’t exist. Just recognition. Recognition of privilege (and hopefully continuous self-checking) 

^ THIS

Also, WHAT SHOW IS THIS?

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feuervogel:

littlebluecaboose:

cosmictuesdays:

frenchie-fries:

vergess:

boltonsrepairshop:

PSA - PLEASE READ AND SPREAD HE WORD!!!

IF YOU SEE THIS PLANT AT ALL, DO NOT TOUCH IT!!!

Giant hogweed (Heracleum mantegazzianum) is an invasive herb in the carrot family which was originally brought to North America from Asia and has since become established in the New England, Mid-Atlantic, and Northwest regions of the United States. Giant hogweed grows along streams and rivers and in fields, forests, yards and roadsides, and a giant hogweed plant can reach 14 feet or more in height with compound leaves up to 5 feet in width.

Giant Hogweed sap contains toxic chemicals known as Furanocoumarins. When these chemicals come into contact with the skin and are exposed to sunlight, they cause a condition called Phytophotodermatitis, a reddening of the skin often followed by severe blistering and burns. These injuries can last for several months, and even after they have subsided the affected areas of skin can remain sensitive to light for years. Furanocoumarins are also carcinogenic and teratogenic, meaning they can cause cancer and birth defects. The sap can also cause temporary (or even permanent) blindness if introduced into the eyes.

If someone comes into physical contact with Giant Hogweed, the following steps should be taken:
  • Wash the affected area thoroughly with soap and COLD water as soon as possible.
  • Keep the exposed area away from sunlight for 48 hours.
  • If Hogweed sap gets into the eyes, rinse them with water and wear sunglasses.
  • See a doctor if any sign of reaction sets in.
If a reaction occurs, the early application of topical steroids may lessen the severity of the reaction and ease the discomfort. The affected area of skin may remain sensitive to sunlight for a few years, so applying sun block and keeping the affected area shielded from the sun whenever possible are sensible precautions
PLEASE, DO NOT JUST READ AND SCROLL! THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT AND POTENTIALLY LIFE-SAVING INFORMATION!!!

Extra note: if you live in Oregon, New Jersey, Michigan or New York and see one of these, call your state’s department of agriculture to report it, and trained professionals will come kill it before it can produce seeds and spread.

Frankly, if you see one in general, probably call your DOA and see if there’s a program in place.

Do not burn it, because the smoke will give you the same reaction.

If for some ungodly reason there isn’t a professional who can handle it for you (and please, please use a professional), the DOA of New York has [this guide] for how to deal with it yourself.

OH MY FUCK I HAVE THESE IN MY BACKYARD.

Fucking invasives. Signal boost.

Re-reblogging because I checked Snopes, and not only is this shit true, but the text on this is pretty much the same as it is there! Stay safe, kiddos.

Adding the Snopes link

Are you Ambasador G’Kar?

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lackofa:

isixdream:

All these mermaid posts are fantastic and all, but you know what other half human creature I’d like to see?

Centaurs.

Chubby pony centaurs.

Big buff Clydesdale centaurs.

Graceful deer bodied centaurs.

African centaurs with zebra or antelope bodies.

Native American centaurs with Appaloosa and pinto horse bodies.

Centaurs!

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I did the thing.
Gonna do a full-size upload later

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tastefullyoffensive:

Cats Giving High Fives (Part 1)

Previously: Animals Being Jerks (GIFs)

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x-cetra:

lifeofkj:

siawrites:

etonia:

everythingsbetterwithbisexuals:

ladyshinga:

scribbleowl:

devils-huntress:

nehirose:

obscureliteraryreference:

skoomapipe:

myloveformcrwillneverdie:

pyromantix:

linglingslungs:

fsufeminist:

RuPaul’s Drag Race. ACCURATE.

Bait Car?

30 Rock.
SMH.
Yeah, you’re right.

Once Upon A Time!! does this mean I’m Emma Swan cause I’m cool with this

My Cat From Hell
um should I be okay with this or ??????

I suddenly regret my decision to rewatch BSG.

uh. since hell’s kitchen and kitchen nightmares are both reality shows i’m going to go with law&order, so
okay?

I’m currently watching Steven Universe. FUCK YEAH I’M A GEM.

But my life doesn’t have enough explosions to be Mythbusters…

Supernatural? Goddammit I’m a woman, I am SO dead.

The last show I can remember watching is Teen Wolf. I feel your pain.

Bob’s Burgers.
I’m awesome and from a weird family? Sounds right.

Game of Thrones….
I can never attend another wedding. EVER.

Orphan Black. Really, really, really not.

Earth’s Giant Hole.
This is more awesome than it sounds. LET ME TAKE YOU TO A REAL LOST WORLD with huge rainforests inside giant caverns and who bloody knows what else down there…dammit, I just fainted.

AUGH MISS MARPLE I’M DOOOOOOOOMED.

x-cetra:

lifeofkj:

siawrites:

etonia:

everythingsbetterwithbisexuals:

ladyshinga:

scribbleowl:

devils-huntress:

nehirose:

obscureliteraryreference:

skoomapipe:

myloveformcrwillneverdie:

pyromantix:

linglingslungs:

fsufeminist:

RuPaul’s Drag Race. ACCURATE.

Bait Car?

30 Rock.

SMH.

Yeah, you’re right.

Once Upon A Time!! does this mean I’m Emma Swan cause I’m cool with this

My Cat From Hell

um should I be okay with this or ??????

I suddenly regret my decision to rewatch BSG.

uh. since hell’s kitchen and kitchen nightmares are both reality shows i’m going to go with law&order, so

okay?

I’m currently watching Steven Universe. FUCK YEAH I’M A GEM.

But my life doesn’t have enough explosions to be Mythbusters…

Supernatural? Goddammit I’m a woman, I am SO dead.

The last show I can remember watching is Teen Wolf. I feel your pain.

Bob’s Burgers.

I’m awesome and from a weird family? Sounds right.

Game of Thrones….

I can never attend another wedding. EVER.

Orphan Black. Really, really, really not.

Earth’s Giant Hole.
This is more awesome than it sounds. LET ME TAKE YOU TO A REAL LOST WORLD with huge rainforests inside giant caverns and who bloody knows what else down there…dammit, I just fainted.

AUGH MISS MARPLE I’M DOOOOOOOOMED.

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