versacemon:

Good bye

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You can be body-positive and still have preferences. 

You can be a feminist and still love men.

You can be sex-positive without being interested in casual sex.

People seem to forget that the core principle of all of these is as simple as not being an asshole.  

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thirstrani:

no bro

you really don’t

not at fucking

all

stop

It appears absolutely no one realizes this character (assuming this story takes places during the time in which it was filmed) grew up during The Troubles of Northern Ireland.

You don’t if he’s Northern Irish. You don’t know if he’s Catholic. You don’t know if he grew up watching his people get murdered by Loyalist Protestants and British soldiers who carried heavy racial prejudice against Irish Catholics (hellooo, Bloody Sunday anyone?), who had for centuries been characterized as barbaric, racially inferior, lowly people who needed to be wiped out or converted. Attacks by the IRA, and therefore retaliation by the British, didn’t completely cease until 1998, I believe? This film came out in 2002.

You don’t know if he was an Irishman who grew up in England. Bomb attacks carried out by the IRA in England kindled misplaced aggression toward innocent Irish civilians living among the English population and Irish people were verbally and physically attacked and their businesses targeted. Perhaps similar to how ordinary Muslims bear the brunt of aggression after attacks by Muslim extremists…

You can still find yourself threatened and demeaned if you’re a Catholic in Northern Ireland or if you’re a Protestant in Ireland and some older dude in a pub in a smaller town straight up asks you if you’re Catholic or not and you’re afraid what’ll happen if you don’t lie about who you are.

You can still hear casual racism toward Irish people in everyday life and in publicly broadcast media in the UK.

You can still see and hear “Kill All Irish” and other pretty heavy anti-Irish sentiment among Loyalists in Northern Ireland who don’t consider themselves Irish at all.

Just because it now appears that the island of Ireland has been allowed to move on from war and their appearance and culture generally allows them to blend into and reap the benefits of the White European demographic doesn’t mean that this character does not have the background suitable to fully empathize with her. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, we just don’t know his story.

But I guess you’ve never been demeaned as a Paddy or a Taig so you wouldn’t understand what it feels like, would you?

don’t worry dude it’s tumblr the mentality here is basically “if you’re lighter than a coconut you’re not allowed to have any feelings and your life is automatically perfect but that’s not racist at all bc your skin is lighter than someone else’s and that means it’s ok”

^^^^^^^^

not enough upward pointies in the world

plot twist: being Irish actually sucks, seriously

I normally don’t comment on posts like these but the ignorance of this makes me so fucking angry because absolutely no one in the world seems to give a shit about the Irish because we all just seem to be so happy and drunk all the time. Because they’re white, right? So obviously they have no idea what hardship means.

*bursts in* *breathes heavily* Did someone mention the Northern Irish Troubles

First of all, pretty much yes to everything about Ireland up there. Growing up in Northern Ireland, I saw the violence from all sides - my father is a British Protestant and my mother is a Catholic, so I basically couldn’t win because according to one side I was a dirty taig and according to the other I was a filthy hun. Luckily I managed to make friends with a mix of both Catholics and Protestants who all thought this attitude was just as stupid as I did, but between all of us, we saw our fair share of sectarian violence, and the Catholics, without a doubt, got it worse.

Irish Catholics were robbed of their country by Protestant invaders centuries ago. They fought and fought and eventually got the Irish Free State (now the Republic of Ireland), however, thanks to the deliberate plantation of Protestants to eradicate the Catholic majority in the North, it was left under British rule. Since then, Catholics have been murdered, arrested, terrorised, tortured and driven out of their houses just for being Irish Catholics. 

I moved from Northern Ireland in 2010 and to the day I left, the violence was not over. I couldn’t wear certain colours in certain areas because I would be beaten. I had fake names depending on where I was stopped, as attackers can determine what religion you are from your name alone (and this is a trick I learned, too, for defence). I can recite my rights if I’m arrested because if I was stopped in certain areas I could be, on the assumption I could be Catholic. I know the subtle sectarian geography of the city of Belfast because if I cross the road in the wrong place I’m in enemy territory. I have been chased by a group of forty people, throwing fireworks at me, because they assumed I was a Catholic. Police were parked on nearby streets and didn’t acknowledge the commotion. My friends and I walk past graffiti screamed “Kill All Taigs”. A fifteen year old boy who lived half an hour from me was beaten to death by a group of adults for being Catholic. For fifty years, people have been detained without trial, tortured, beaten and wrongly imprisoned just for being Catholic, because apparently, being Catholic means you must be in the IRA. 

Even now, I can’t escape it. I have a noticeable Northern Irish accent, which is stronger when I’m around people from there and is noticeable as a strong accent whenever I’m not in the country. At airports, I’m always the one stopped and frisked if they hear my accent. At ferry ports, it’s alway my car (which has Northern Irish registration plates) that’s “randomly selected” for a search. All of this just happened to me, a person who got off lightly.

If you think that Irish people haven’t faced oppression and abuse, you’re wrong. If you think that Northern Ireland is past its troubles, you’re wrong. It sickens me that this happens only a few hundred miles away from England and no one acknowledges it exists, because hey, they’re just some terrorist Catholics, right?

Contrary to popular belief, racism isn’t America centric. Just ask the Serbians and Croatians.

REBLOGGING FOR THE LAST ONE JFC THANK YOU.

This.  Also, for us Italians, Sicily: most of the Italian side of my family traces their roots to poor fishermen and the like there up until just before the World Wars.  For the past thousand years or so, when we haven’t been under imperialist rule by Rome, the Muslim empires, or Spain, we usually lived in fear of our own countrymen in the Mafia, which is still quietly in control of much of the region’s economy and politics today.

Yeah. It’s long. Doesn’t mean Tumblr doesn’t need to see it. Also:

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So Irish people were often treated with the same disdain as blacks. You’re the worst kind of person if this post can’t teach you that white =/= privileged.

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hotelmario:

yungbiochemist:

Kush entirely too fucking loud

hotelmario:

yungbiochemist:

Kush entirely too fucking loud

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ladyhistory:

silvermoon424:

edgebug:

sincerely, a person who has been on prozac for 9 years

this is in response to some shitty stuff i’ve seen on my dash recently. it’s super simplified, so if you’d like to know some more indepth stuff on how exactly it works, google it—OR BETTER YET actually talk to a mental health doctor psychiatrist person wow

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH. Yes, medication isn’t for everyone, but they do work for a lot of people. I’ve been taking antidepressants, anti-anxiety, and ADHD medication for ten years (yes, I was diagnosed and started using meds when I was still a child) and I can say that they’ve greatly improved my life. They help me stabilize my moods and anxiety so that I can actually work past and deal with my emotions instead of being incapacitated by them. 

So it really pisses me off when I see all of this “MEDICATION IS LITERALLY THE SPAWN OF HITLER AND ALL DOCTORS ARE OUT TO GET YOU” bullshittery on Tumblr. And, whoever is reading this, please do not trust the words of some Tumblr user over those of a medical professional. Doctors are here to help you. Medication is here to help you. Like OP said, it may take some trial and error to find the medication that works best for you, but you just have to keep going and not give up.

There is nothing shameful about taking medication. There is nothing shameful about needing help. Don’t let some jackass ranting about the evils of medication on Tumblr talk you out of trying something that could vastly improve or even save your life. 

YES YES YES YES

And the same goes for the all the people who think that people with OCD/anxiety are nutjobs. The other week I was telling another teacher about some of my anxiety problems and she looked at me like I was from a psych ward—and she knows me better than that. I’ve gotten really good at hiding my OCD/anxiety (since most of it is mental/thoughts anyway) and I can usually function just fine; I just need a little help to make my brain control physical responses/panic regarding thoughts. I was on Sertraline (Zoloft) for 10 years and just recently switched to Prozac because the Zoloft had become rather ineffective (and the new stuff works great!).

But will I ever forget people’s faces when I try to explain to them my OCD/anxiety problems? No. There is nothing worse than realizing that people see you as a freak when you know you’re completely NORMAL, you just need a little medical help to get stabilized. 

So everyone: please be understanding and supportive of the people trying to make their lives better with the help that is available to them.

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askkayleefrye:

askkayleefrye:

askkayleefrye:

As a thank you to everyone (all 3000+ of you!) who has been following and supporting me as I dive head first into the cosplay world, and since I’ve acquiring a bunch of Firefly swag recently, I thought it only right to do a giveaway! 

Prizes are as follows:

Starting at midnight tonight, you can enter the rafflecopter HERE. You can get tons of entries by reblogging this post or sharing the facebook post, as well as tweeting and loads of other really easy stuff. 

Giveaway goes til April 26th!

Enter early, enter often! And again, thank you so much for supporting me. 

Keep on entering! By following this blog and reblogging this post everyday, you get extra entries!

Excited to announce another prize added to my giveaway! A wonderful follower gave me an Emerald City Comic Con exclusive variant cover of Serenity! Keep entering! You can tweet, share, and reblog the post daily to get more entries!

ted:

Adrianne Haslet-Davis dances again for the first time since the Boston terrorist attack last year. 

When the bombs went off at the Boston Marathon finish line, Adrianne Haslet-Davis lost the lower half of her left leg in the explosion. She’s a ballroom dance teacher, and she assumed she would never dance again. With most prosthetics, she wouldn’t.

But Hugh Herr, of the MIT Media Lab, wanted to find a way to help her. He created a bionic limb specifically for dancers, studying the way they move and adapting the limb to fit their motion. (He explains how he did it here.)

At TED2014, Adrianne danced for the first time since the attack, wearing the bionic limb that Hugh created for her.  

Hugh says, “It was 3.5 seconds between the bomb blasts in the Boston terrorist attack. In 3.5 seconds, the criminals and cowards took Adrianne off the dance floor. In 200 days, we put her back. We will not be intimidated, brought down, diminished, conquered or stopped by acts of violence.”

Amen to that, Hugh. 

Watch the full talk and performance here »

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