HERE IS A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO CRAFT AN INFERIOR COMPUTING DEVICE. THIS PROP IS KNOWN AS A HUSKTOP. WHY WOULD YOU EVER WANT THIS.
STEP 1: FIND A PERFECTLY GOOD COMPUTER AND SMASH IT TO BITS. YOU MONSTER.
eridick-amporna’s end-of-hiatus giveaway!!
Hey guys, it’s India! I’m giving away a bunch of things to say “thank you” to my 2,000 followers who didn’t abandon me while I was on hiatus. (I knew I’d come crawling back) I just want to give you all a great big hug. Anyone can participate, but this is happening because of all of you. ♡
Anyway… Here are the prizes!
- Sufferer necklace (or pin/keychain)
- God tier hoodie from the whatpumpkin store
- A few bottles of Ramune (it’s yummy Japanese soda)!
- Gameboy color
- Art print from the whatpumpkin store
- A pikachu plushie
- Some pocky!! (strawberry and chocolate)
- You don’t have to be following me, but I’m really nice and follow back a lot of the time. (Plus I’ll make you a friendship bracelet and put some extra things in your package)
- Like/reblog as much as you want, but just don’t annoy your followers! (Only reblogs count)
- No giveaway blogs please, or you won’t win.
And I’ll hunt you down and shove a burning waffle iron down your throat
- You have to be comfortable giving me your address/shipping info.
- I can ship anywhere now!!
- Ends August 1st (I will pick a winner at random)
I hope to make this more successful and even more fun than last time. So good luck and have a great summer!! ♡
This girl I know one day out of the blue said to her boyfriend that she believes “Miley Cyrus is the John Lennon of our generation”.
My boyfriend, along with his roommates, and my best friend were all in the room when she said this; apparently she was totally serious.
I have no words.
Truest shit I’ve heard all day.
I just…I don’t know where they’re coming from. Thanks so much >n< I don’t know why but I all I do is repost things. Thanks anyways? Oh wait, you guys are probably from the Homestuck Hell group on Facebook! I’m a derp…. >n<”” gomen.
These are way too good!
i pitched down the squiddle song so it sounds like a normal voice and im laughing rly hard
IS THAT HUSSIE SINGING
Excuse me while I die laughing, this is too perfect.
Why Society Still Needs Feminism
Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.
Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.
Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.
Because rape jokes are still a thing.
Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.
Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.
Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
of the survey?”
Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking
Because Rush Limbaugh.
Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.
Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
Could. Not. Fathom.
Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.
Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.
Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?
Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.
Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.
Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.
Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation.
Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.
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