i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
i don’t actually hate people it just exhausts me being around them for extended periods of time even my friends it’s nothing personal i just actually like being by myself yo
i swear to god if i die and someone makes a facebook page about me please do whatever it takes to take it down
How different would the series have been if the sorting hat was placed on Harry’s head, and immediately yelled “HUFFLEPUFF!”?
Maybe he’d find the horcruxes faster
I SLAPPED MYSELF BY ACCIDENT
i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
wow i thought foxes were supposed to be dangerous but really they’re just tiny ginger dogs
tiny ginger dogs omg
this is the most uncomfortable and awkward photoset i think ive ever seen what are they trying to do here
clearly they are ending sexism
these two weird looking fellows are heroes
I’m a strong independent gamer who needs no tutorial
Shit how do I walk
"ON THE SPECIOUS BASIS THAT BEING DISPASSIONATE IS THE SAME AS BEING RIGHT"
ugh bless this
(via accidentalmelodrama(via ceedling)
I am tired, not of arguing in favour of equality, diversity and tolerance, but of having to explain, over and over and over again, why such arguments are still necessary, only to have my evidence casually dismissed by someone too oblivious to realise that their dismissal of the problem is itself a textbook example of the fucking problem. I am tired of being mocked by hypocrites who think that a single lazy counterexample is sufficient to debunk the fifteen detailed examples they demanded I produce before they’d even accept my point as a hypothetical, let alone valid, argument. I am tired of assholes who think that playing Devil’s Advocate about an issue alien to their experience but of deep personal significance to their interlocutor makes them both intellectually superior and more rationally objective on the specious basis that being dispassionate is the same as being right (because if they can stay calm while savagely kicking your open wound, then clearly, you have no excuse for screaming).
Parrot, Andrea & Cummings, Nina. Forsaken Females: The Gobal Brutalization of Women. Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc. 2006, (p. 8 - 9)
Comfort women was the name given to those who became sex slaves to the Japanese military between 1932 and 1945. The Japanese set up brothels to serve the soldiers. It is estimated that between eighty thousand to two hundred thousand women were forced into sexual slavery. The vast majority (approximately 80 percent) were Korean, but the ethnicities varied. Some women were Japanese, some Taiwanese, Filipino, Indonesian, or from other Pacific Islands (Soh, 1997; Yoshimi, 2000). Some Dutch women living in the Dutch East Indies (Indonesia) were also forced to become “comfort women.” It is estimated that 80 percent of the women were between fourteen and eighteen years of age when they were forced into sexual slavery (Hicks, 1994). “Comfort women” were intended to improve the morale of the Japanese troops and promote military discipline. The justification for the brothels was that by providing free sexual release, the soldiers would then not sexually abuse women in occupied territories. During the Nanjing Massacre of 1937 it was estimated that twenty thousand women were raped. In a ludicrous attempt to avoid similar publicity, the Japanese also believed that by “providing” sexual activity, they could control the transmission of sexual diseases by regulating the brothels (Hicks, 1994; Yoshimi, 2000). The more bizarre argument from sanctioning and organizing sexual slavery of women was that the organization of comfort stations would prevent rape in public by the soldiers. The Japanese soldiers who abused the enslaved women did not use the term “comfort women.” Instead the women were called “pii” (pronounced “pea”). The word is from the Chinese meaning goods or articles. In slang terms, it refers to the vagina and is considered disparaging (Yoshimi, 2000). Many of the women and girls taken to comfort stations were deceived and lured into service by promises of money, easy work, and education. Comfort stations were organized to efficiently “serve” the troops as well as the officers, ignoring the inhumane conditions and torture endured…Women who worked in the stations reserved for officers were sexually assaulted frequently than those in stations used by enlisted men. In most cases, Korean women were sent to be raped by the enlisted, while Japanese women were used by the officers (Pyong Gap, 2003). Korean women reportedly averaged twenty to thirty men a day, with one report citing as many as sixty men in one day (Yoshimi, 2000). If a woman refused the sexual overtures, she was beaten savagely. Additional forms of violence were not uncommon in the comfort stations. Soldiers, fueled by alcohol, often went on violent rampages, beating the women, brutalizing them during rapes and destroying the little property the women had with them.