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allthestoriessaretrue:

ur not a true fan unless you hang from the ceiling and spin around in circles, providing cool air for everyone around you

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The ‘Fake Geek Girl’ has got to go

janiejanine:

randomredux:

And by that I mean the whole stupid, foolhardy concept. I’ve said before that if you really believe there’s a horde of attractive women faking interest in nerdy things just to get your attention, you have a massive case of unwarranted self-importance, and I still believe that. I also believe you’re incredible insecure, and threatened by some ‘enemy’ who is no such thing.

The world of comic books, sci-fi, videogames, all these things, is no longer a boy’s club with a “NO GIRLS ALLOWED” banner hanging on the door, and it never should have been (indeed, I suspect it never really WAS but for this very idea - girls aren’t REAL nerds, especially attractive ones! And then the internet came up and holy shit look, women came out in droves to discuss their interest in these things, going back to the 1980s and earlier like the rest of us). If you insist somehow that it should be, that you should act as some kind of gatekeeper - he is a real nerd, she is not - then quite frankly you are just one of the saddest specimens we have to offer. Many of us grew up being picked on for having a non-mainstream interest, and now that this interest is spreading you attack and snarl and demean and exclude instead of actually being happy that you have new people to share these wonderful interests with.

You complain about games being rehashes, comic book reboots that are just retreads, but actively keep out the new blood and perspectives that could actually offer something you haven’t seen or considered before.

You demean women who cosplay as attention seekers in skimpy outfits, ignoring that they didn’t create those outfits, WE did.

Who cares if someone’s exposure and love for The Avengers came from the movie, and not the comics first?

Who cares if someone plays Angry Birds more than Dark Souls? What, you never fucking played Tetris? Don’t give me that non-game crap.

Oh no, she watches Thor because he’s tall blonde and built like a brick shithouse and isn’t afraid to comment that the guy’s a stud and so’s his brother? Yeah, because you read Tarot: Witch of the Rose for the riveting storytelling and characterization, right?

Oh no, someone’s writing fanfic about Tony Stark and Steve Rogers buttfucking! What a demeaning thing to do to the characters, you say as browsing the pictures I’ve been hired to draw of the women of X-Men having a lesbian orgy.

At the core of it all, for some insane reason, you are so threatened by the presence of women in your interests that you insult, you cajole, you harrass, and you embarrass the rest of us who are just happy to share. You slam women who are attractive and cosplay as NOT REAL NERDS, THEY’RE PREYING ON US POOR WIDDLE MENZ! And when they’re not as attractive as you’d like, you slam them for not meeting your standards. Or you slam them for daring not to give you the time of day when you grope and harass and hit on them. And if you look like me while doing it, that’s even more hilariously hypocritical and out of touch with reality. She’s not there for YOU, bro.

She’s not there for you.

She’s not there for you.

Let that sink in, guys.

She’s not there for you.

She’s not dressing up for you.

She’s not interested in comics for you.

She’s not playing games for you.

She’s. Not. There. For. You.

You are not the center of the universe, you never were and you never SHOULD be. It’s time to share your toys, guys. It’s time to be more mature. It’s time to drop the entitled attitude that insists our standards and our standards alone should be met. You do not hold the keys to the kingdom, for the kingdom has no lock.

My friend Kat - a geek with a cool job making awesome videogames like NFS The Run and mad cosplay skills - said something on Twitter earlier that summed the whole Fake Geek Girl BS up perfectly;

That’s just it- “fake geek girls” DO NOT EXIST. There are only WOMEN WITH VARYING LEVELS OF INTEREST IN DIFFERENT HOBBIES.”

Many of the women cosplaying at these conventions probably know more about the current state of comics than I do, but I’ll never be asked to prove my nerd cred if I roll up in a Superman tee - and I haven’t bought an issue since the New 52 launched.

Fucking afford them the same courtesy. Don’t be a douchebag.

*applause*

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Scarlett Johansson speaks out in VOTE ad (x)

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stophatingyourbody:

MY CAUSE IN A CONVERSATION:
-Wow you need to shave, You like that eh? - No haa, why don’t you shave your armpits? Well, long story short, I’m just not feeling like it.  -Uhh kay, what’s that supposed to mean? It means that all girls, including myself, work way too hard to appear attractive and live up to the standards of beauty idealized by men. You know, we go to these great lengths so that AT THE VERY LEAST men decide we’re worth ignoring, because the last thing we want is for them to acknowledge us for being ‘ugly’ or ‘huge’ or ‘gross’. So we play by their rules so that we avoid ridicule and if we’re ‘lucky’ they’ll grace us with some positive attention, which 6 times out of 10 means they decide you’re sufficiently fuckable.
Then we, I, feel so pumped that they think I’m acceptable and start hanging out with them and eventually we bang because, holy shit it appears girls like sex too! Not that it would matter because it’s all about what he wants from you anyway. Afterward you see each other a few more times and the relation simmers off because, if you’re lucky, both of you are no longer interested, not just him. You do this a few more times and are reduced to crude names like ‘whore’ and ‘dumb slut’. Not that you care because whether people like it or not, girls want sex too. But after a while of going through the motions of attempting to seduce someone and constantly vying for their attention by fussing over how those shorts make your legs look or about how you’d just die if anyone knew how hairy your legs really were, you realize it results in sex you didn’t really enjoy that much because your needs weren’t met. And that the boy you were pining after? He’s actually super unattractive from that angle and is a selfish lover who felt no obligation to finish you even though you bang until he finally cums because if he didn’t that’s a failure on your behalf, and god forbid you be bad in bed and not live up to the porn world’s idea of a good lay.
Then you realize that he, they, haven’t had to work for anything in their entire lives because someone at the beginning of time decided boys get the lazy for life card and don’t have to shave or bothering looking good because it’s their accomplishments that matter. But yours don’t, your accomplishments mean nothing and you either are good looking or your aren’t and that’s the end of it. Sooner or later you become that girl who refuses to shave her pits because she could care less about whether boys want to bang her or not, because trying to live up to their standards so that she’s deemed ‘fuckable’ is still not actually getting her sexually satisfied. So eventually she embraces what SHE likes and what SHE WANTS to look like. Because at the end of the day these boys should want to have her regardless because they should have full knowledge that they fall second to a vibrator.-Wow sorry I wasn’t listening at all, I tuned out, what? Alright condensed version: I’m sick of being told that what matters the most is what men find attractive & I have decided to stop playing by their standards of what looks good because, in reality, the attention I’m supposedly vying for isn’t really satisfying. -Holy, angry feminist over here! *cheerful smile* Fuck you. :)
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

stophatingyourbody:

MY CAUSE IN A CONVERSATION:

-Wow you need to shave,

You like that eh?

- No haa, why don’t you shave your armpits?


Well, long story short, I’m just not feeling like it.

-Uhh kay, what’s that supposed to mean?


It means that all girls, including myself, work way too hard to appear attractive and live up to the standards of beauty idealized by men. You know, we go to these great lengths so that AT THE VERY LEAST men decide we’re worth ignoring, because the last thing we want is for them to acknowledge us for being ‘ugly’ or ‘huge’ or ‘gross’. So we play by their rules so that we avoid ridicule and if we’re ‘lucky’ they’ll grace us with some positive attention, which 6 times out of 10 means they decide you’re sufficiently fuckable.

Then we, I, feel so pumped that they think I’m acceptable and start hanging out with them and eventually we bang because, holy shit it appears girls like sex too! Not that it would matter because it’s all about what he wants from you anyway. Afterward you see each other a few more times and the relation simmers off because, if you’re lucky, both of you are no longer interested, not just him. You do this a few more times and are reduced to crude names like ‘whore’ and ‘dumb slut’. Not that you care because whether people like it or not, girls want sex too. But after a while of going through the motions of attempting to seduce someone and constantly vying for their attention by fussing over how those shorts make your legs look or about how you’d just die if anyone knew how hairy your legs really were, you realize it results in sex you didn’t really enjoy that much because your needs weren’t met. And that the boy you were pining after? He’s actually super unattractive from that angle and is a selfish lover who felt no obligation to finish you even though you bang until he finally cums because if he didn’t that’s a failure on your behalf, and god forbid you be bad in bed and not live up to the porn world’s idea of a good lay.

Then you realize that he, they, haven’t had to work for anything in their entire lives because someone at the beginning of time decided boys get the lazy for life card and don’t have to shave or bothering looking good because it’s their accomplishments that matter. But yours don’t, your accomplishments mean nothing and you either are good looking or your aren’t and that’s the end of it. Sooner or later you become that girl who refuses to shave her pits because she could care less about whether boys want to bang her or not, because trying to live up to their standards so that she’s deemed ‘fuckable’ is still not actually getting her sexually satisfied. So eventually she embraces what SHE likes and what SHE WANTS to look like. Because at the end of the day these boys should want to have her regardless because they should have full knowledge that they fall second to a vibrator.

-Wow sorry I wasn’t listening at all, I tuned out, what?

Alright condensed version: I’m sick of being told that what matters the most is what men find attractive & I have decided to stop playing by their standards of what looks good because, in reality, the attention I’m supposedly vying for isn’t really satisfying.

-Holy, angry feminist over here!

*cheerful smile* Fuck you. :)

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

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Here’s the thing: It’s ok to think that Merida is a lesbian, not because she shirks traditional gender roles but because she doesn’t have a love interest. Archery prowess and a love of the wilderness does not a lesbian make, otherwise The Hunger Games might have been a little different. She’s not “an honorary boy” because she’s not actively trying to find a husband. On the contrary, it is unlikely that this story could have happened to a guy in this setting, and this conversation about sexuality definitely wouldn’t have happened. Also, stop conflating gender identity with gender presentation! Commentary like these reviews is frustrating, but maybe that’s the point Pixar is trying to make: Merida’s sexuality is a non-issue in the film, and the fact that this topic is even worth mentioning is because women are constantly sexualized. — Grace via Autostraddle — Brave’s Unconventional Heroine: What Doesn’t Queer You Makes You Stronger (via autostraddle)

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anomalousdata:

Nicki Minaj just delights me here.

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dukeofstagron:

starfissure:

lulitics:

Still better than the actual 50 shades of grey

HA. HA HA HA. This is fantastic.

Always reblog because this is some fucking hot fic.

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firesonic152:

tastyfucks:

Oh my god this is so fucking cute.
And I think I love it because they know no one on that train will fuck with them. 
Okay my heart is melting. This is really precious. 
How funny/cute would it be if they didn’t even know each other but they both had exhausting days and just crashed on the subway. Then when they woke up it would be awkward at first, but then one would make a joke like “You make a great pillow” and the other would laugh and he’d ask if he would want to hang out.
Eventually they date, fall in love, get married, and adopt two kids and when their kids ask how they met they’ll tell them the story of how they fell asleep on each other in a public subway.
headcanon accepted

Only tumblr can make headcanons for two random strangers!
I ship it
OTP Subway Strangers!!!!!!
oh my god, I ship it so hard. otp: subway strangers. 
John felt a stirring beside him, and subconsciously snuggled closer to the warm body. Soft, short hair tickled his cheek; there was a firm but gentle weight on his shoulder that made him lopsided.
Where am I?
He slowly blinked his eyes open. The steady sway of the subway train, the people sitting around him, minding their own business, it all came rushing back. He had been on his way to his apartment, fully prepared to spend the evening relaxing by himself. He must have nodded off.
The stirring at his side began again, and he jumped a little in surprise. A young man – a very handsome young man, his brain supplied – slowly sat up from where his head had been resting on John’s shoulder. The other man rubbed his eyes, yawned, gazed around the train sleepily. Finally, his eyes – beautiful, green eyes – came to rest on John, and they immediately widened.
“Do- Sorry, do I know you?” John asked.
“N-No, I don’t think so,” the younger man stuttered, looking completely panicked. “I- Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean to- I was just so tired- I swear I’m not some creeper or anything.”
John couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Hey, it’s alright. I did the same to you.”
There was a thoroughly awkward silence between them, during which they pointedly avoided eye contact. Finally, the other man spoke. “You, um, you make a really good pillow.”
John raised an eyebrow, and both of them blushed.
“Can I- What’s your name?” he asked on a whim.
“Luke. Lucas Wheaton. And yours?”
“John Levine.”
“Nice to meet you, John.” They shook hands, laughing at the odd form of meeting. “Where you headed?”
John checked the subway map and quickly realized that he had slept long passed his stop. “I- Well, I was headed home, but I missed my stop. So I suppose…I don’t know.” He glanced sideways at Luke and added, a little shyly, “What about yourself?”
“Same,” Luke chuckled.
There was another pause – shorter, and slightly less awkward. Then John took a dare and asked, “Do you maybe want to grab a bite to eat? If we get off at the next stop I know this great little Italian restaurant…”
Luke grinned, and it was absolutely stunning. “I’d love to, actually, yeah.”
“Really?” John couldn’t help but ask.
“Really,” Luke smiled.
..tumblr, why

firesonic152:

tastyfucks:

Oh my god this is so fucking cute.

And I think I love it because they know no one on that train will fuck with them. 

Okay my heart is melting. This is really precious. 

How funny/cute would it be if they didn’t even know each other but they both had exhausting days and just crashed on the subway. Then when they woke up it would be awkward at first, but then one would make a joke like “You make a great pillow” and the other would laugh and he’d ask if he would want to hang out.

Eventually they date, fall in love, get married, and adopt two kids and when their kids ask how they met they’ll tell them the story of how they fell asleep on each other in a public subway.

headcanon accepted

Only tumblr can make headcanons for two random strangers!

I ship it

OTP Subway Strangers!!!!!!

oh my god, I ship it so hard. otp: subway strangers. 

John felt a stirring beside him, and subconsciously snuggled closer to the warm body. Soft, short hair tickled his cheek; there was a firm but gentle weight on his shoulder that made him lopsided.

Where am I?

He slowly blinked his eyes open. The steady sway of the subway train, the people sitting around him, minding their own business, it all came rushing back. He had been on his way to his apartment, fully prepared to spend the evening relaxing by himself. He must have nodded off.

The stirring at his side began again, and he jumped a little in surprise. A young man – a very handsome young man, his brain supplied – slowly sat up from where his head had been resting on John’s shoulder. The other man rubbed his eyes, yawned, gazed around the train sleepily. Finally, his eyes – beautiful, green eyes – came to rest on John, and they immediately widened.

“Do- Sorry, do I know you?” John asked.

“N-No, I don’t think so,” the younger man stuttered, looking completely panicked. “I- Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean to- I was just so tired- I swear I’m not some creeper or anything.”

John couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Hey, it’s alright. I did the same to you.”

There was a thoroughly awkward silence between them, during which they pointedly avoided eye contact. Finally, the other man spoke. “You, um, you make a really good pillow.”

John raised an eyebrow, and both of them blushed.

“Can I- What’s your name?” he asked on a whim.

“Luke. Lucas Wheaton. And yours?”

“John Levine.”

“Nice to meet you, John.” They shook hands, laughing at the odd form of meeting. “Where you headed?”

John checked the subway map and quickly realized that he had slept long passed his stop. “I- Well, I was headed home, but I missed my stop. So I suppose…I don’t know.” He glanced sideways at Luke and added, a little shyly, “What about yourself?”

“Same,” Luke chuckled.

There was another pause – shorter, and slightly less awkward. Then John took a dare and asked, “Do you maybe want to grab a bite to eat? If we get off at the next stop I know this great little Italian restaurant…”

Luke grinned, and it was absolutely stunning. “I’d love to, actually, yeah.”

“Really?” John couldn’t help but ask.

“Really,” Luke smiled.

..tumblr, why

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I wish I grew up in the 50’s.

platonicteamugs:

summerliketheseason:

make-sweetlove:

  • Classy women.
  • Guys being gentlemen.
  • cute ass relationships.
  • Racism
  • Sexism
  • Homophobia
  • Illness
  • Segregation
  • Cold War
  • Constant threat of nuclear war

But I mean the vintage bombshelters are sooo totally cute

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