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Do not âwait to get worseâ.
I donât care if youâve âbeen worseâ
Your body is tired of this.
You deserve help in this moment.
I needed this today, thanks.
Additionally: It doesnât matter if other people âhave it worseâ.
You deserve help.
Needed this, itâs so hard to remember.
This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.
fallingfate:
I promised a long time ago that Iâd reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.
an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as âasking for itâ, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.
Seriously if you see this and donât reblog it, I have NO respect for you
Some key advice!
Donât be a ârespect is earned not givenâ kind of person
Be a ârespect is given unless proven undeservedâ kind of person

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This shit is still funny
Lmao what the hell!
Lmfao fuck thatâs me
Why was he in jail?
@illmaticraj right now
Yeah I wanna know what he did cuz in all honesty if he r*ped this girl I donât wanna be supporting him and shit by reblogging
Facts
Nah he sold some weed to a undercover and used this as a pickup line
Ok in that case lmfaoooooooo
Just to put some context into this:
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The finger guns at the end just slay me đ
do u ever sing under ur breath and its rly good so u try singing with ur normal voice andÂ
Titan: so we are facing extinction, anyone have any ideas?
Thanos: Â I have an idea
Titan: Is it murder?
Thanos: I no longer have an idea.
women be
having undiagnosed adhdÂ
Yes but itâs cute
cute?!
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I donât think âcuteâ is the right term to use hereâŚ
hey what if someone invented a machine that allowed women to transfer their pregnancies to men and then the government passed a law that if a woman didnât want to have a baby the biological father was required to carry it how fast do you think birth control would stop being an issue
BEST NIGHTBLOG POST EVER
âITâS UNETHICAL TO FORCE PEOPLE TO CARRY A BABY!!!!â MEN SHOUT
âNO FUCKING SHIT!!!!â WOMEN REPLY

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Hell. Fucking. Yeah. Well done Scotlandđ´ó §ó ˘ó łó Łó ´ó żđ
When I was still in high school I went into the girls toilets one morning before classes started. I could hear this girl crying from one of the cubicles. When I asked her what was wrong she said to me âI just started my period. I donât know what to do!â I asked her what she meant and she said âMy mum canât afford them. She said if this ever happened I have to go home right awayâ When I gave her one of the pads from my bag she literally hugged me so tight. she was sobbing while saying to me  "Now I can stay at school thank you" That hit me so hard. I gave her my lunch money so she could buy her own. My cheese toastie means nothing to me at this point if I can give this one girl something she needs. Sanitary Products are not a luxury item. Period poverty is real. Iâm so proud of my wee country right now.đ
This needs to be International, starting YESTERDAY.
Terfs: wombyn are their ovaries!!! Ovaries make a wombybybynnn. Accept that u are a womynbdgnn you have ovaries !!!!
Me, a trans man on the danger list for ovarian cancer and is going to get them removed in the distant or near future:
not for long
Youâre still female whether you have ovaries or not lmao
You heard it here first folks!! Females are females regardless of whether or not they have ovaries, so trans women are women regardless of their lack them. Well said :)
You played yourself like a damn fiddle, fool
i love watching terfs run circles around their own logic:
âyou need ovaries to be a wombyn!!!â
transman: guess who got that shit removed Iâm a Real Boy⢠now
ânO not like that you still have a uterus that makes you female!!!â
ciswoman whoâs had a complete hysterectomy: guess iâm not a woman then
âtHATâS NOT WHAT I MEANT if you have a vagina/vulva youâre female!!!â
transwoman whoâs had bottom surgery: oooh iâve got one of those does that mean iâm a Real Girl⢠now??â
âNO YOU DONâT HAVE OVARIES OR A UTERUSâ
literally everyone except terfs: *squints*
i especially love to person in the notes who brought up needing to have âfemale muscle/fat distribution patternsâ like I have some incredible news for you about exactly what Hormone Replacement Therapy doesâŚ
Reblogging to show that terfs dumb crazy
đReblog to piss a terf offđ
The best moments of this show are where Eric has realized theyâve gone too far
They deadass got a live bearâŚ.
after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and âeveryone sins, its okâ. instead the dead are sorted into six âhouses of heavenâ based on the sins they chose.
We arrived first at the House of Lust. âHouseâ is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.
âWhat do you think?â God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. âLust is our most popular sin.â I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. âYou can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.â
It was quite tempting, but I wasnât ready to make a permanent decision here. âLetâs see the others,â I told God.
We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.
âAny material desire you ever wanted,â God explained. âYour own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.â
Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.
Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the worldâs finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.
âIn every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,â God explained. âYou havenât truly experienced heaven until youâve been to Gluttony.â
I shook my head, and we kept moving.
Sloth was as youâd expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.
Wrath was⌠well, a lot like what Iâd expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you werenât the one being tortured. Every enemy youâd ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. âLots of people choose their fathers,â God explained. âLots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But youâre not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.â
Then we arrived at Envy. It looked⌠well, a lot like home.
âGo on in,â God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in⌠and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. âWelcome home, honey.â
I looked back toward God. âOh, donât be coy,â he said. âYou have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friendâs wife.â She didnât seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. âWe all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.â
I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.
âItâs what youâve always wanted, isnât it?â God whispered in my ear.
I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.
God seemed puzzled. âYou need to make a decision,â he told me.
âI havenât seen Pride yet.â
He scoffed. âNo one ever wants Pride, trust me.â
âWell, I want to see it.â
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Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.
âI donât get it,â I told God.
âYeah, no one does,â he answered. âThatâs why no one ever chooses it. Doesnât cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldnât you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?â
I considered the options again. âI pick Pride,â I finally told him.
He narrowed his eyes. âWhat? Look at it!â He gestured around the room again. There wasnât much to look at. âWhy would you choose this for the rest of time?â
âBecause you donât want me to pick it,â I told him. If he was really God, heâd know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didnât exist. There was something special about it.
God scowled back. âFine.â He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. âHereâs your universe,â he said. âYouâve got seven days to get started.â He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: âYou know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.â
FUCKING I MEAN.
ITâS LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN

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