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mapsontheweb:

Twenty-eight equally populated European Union member states, each with a population of ~18 million.

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fujoshifeminism:

pseudomuse:

badcompanys:

I find it weird that every time people personify the Seven Deadly Sins, they’ll make six of them portray the doer (someone who IS angry, someone who IS slothful, etc), but then they go to Lust and portray them as object being acted upon (someone OTHER PEOPLE would lust after).

Like honestly it would be more accurate to make them some scruffy white dude with a fedora than a sexy girl with curves.

This speaks to me on a deep level.

Thank you for this

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star-cunning:

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who the hell decided that sean sounds like shawn

This again? The Irish did. Because Seán is an Irish name and thus the laws of Irish orthography and phonology apply to it. In Leinster, Munster, and Connacht Seán is pronounced “Shawn” because the letter “s” (broad/velarised) is sounded as the English “sh” (slender/palatised) when it is followed by the letter “e” or the letter “i”. The “e” is present to indicate the pronunciation of the “s”, and so remains unsounded. As the name is originally spelt “Seán”, with a fada, it has a long a, which is the “aw” sound.

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geese-juggler:

"It’s about nine people looking into the blackness of space and seeing nine different things." -Joss Whedon

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littlemoongoddess:

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starrysleeper:

Wait a minute…

I have been laughing at this for hours now…

So, true story. The woman in this photo is Kendra Kaplan. Her husband was in Iraq for twelve months but the military has this thing called leave. Some of us may recognize the concept from old episodes of Star Trek. In this photo she is five months pregnant after conceiving her second child during her husband’s leave. That envelope in her hand is the ultrasound results. She waited for him to come home to find out if it was a girl or a boy.

There’s been several articles about it.The photo resulted in this woman receiving so much hate mail, from both internet cut-ups and the actual media, that she even took a paternity test and provided proof of her husband’s leave schedule. Her real life friends have stopped talking to her over these rumors.  

Oh, and by the way, that baby bump is a two year old by now. People are still shitting on this woman over a nasty internet meme two years later.

So in short, you’re mocking a faithful wife for something that isn’t any of our damn business anyway and has long since been disproven. 

Good job Internet.

Thank you for this!

Finally a rebloggable version of this idiotic post. 

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ink-splotch:

There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She’s become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.” - JK Rowling

Can we talk about Susan’s fabulous adventures after Narnia? The ones where she wears nylons and elegant blouses when she wants to, and short skirts and bright lipstick when she wants to, and hiking boots and tough jeans and big men’s plaid shirts when she feels like backpacking out into the mountains and remembering what it was to be lost in a world full of terrific beauty— I know her siblings say she stops talking about it, that Susan walks away from the memories of Narnia, but I don’t think she ever really forgot.

I want to read about Susan finishing out boarding school as a grown queen reigning from a teenaged girl’s body. School bullies and peer pressure from children and teachers who treat you like you’re less than sentient wouldn’t have the same impact. C’mon, Susan of the Horn, Susan who bested the DLF at archery, and rode a lion, and won wars, sitting in a school uniform with her eyebrows rising higher and higher as some old goon at the front of the room slams his fist on the lectern. 

Susan living through WW2, huddling with her siblings, a young adult (again), a fighting queen and champion marksman kept from the action, until she finally storms out against screaming parents’ wishes and volunteers as a nurse on the front. She keeps a knife or two hidden under her clothes because when it comes down to it, they called her Gentle, but sometimes loving means fighting for what you care for. 

She’ll apply to a women’s college on the East Coast, because she fell in love with America when her parents took her there before the war. She goes in majoring in Literature (her ability to decipher High Diction in historical texts is uncanny), but checks out every book she can on history, philosophy, political science. She sneaks into the boys’ school across town and borrows their books too. She was once responsible for a kingdom, roads and taxes and widows and crops and war. She grew from child to woman with that mantle of duty wrapped around her shoulders. Now, tossed here on this mundane land, forever forbidden from her true kingdom, Susan finds that she can give up Narnia but she cannot give up that responsibility. She looks around and thinks I could do this better.

I want Susan sneaking out to drink at pubs with the girls, her friends giggling at the boys checking them out from across the way, until Susan walks over (with her nylons, with her lipstick, with her sovereignty written out in whatever language she damn well pleases) and beats them all at pool. Susan studying for tests and bemoaning Aristotle and trading a boy with freckles all over his nose shooting lessons so that he will teach her calculus. Susan kissing boys and writing home to Lucy and kissing girls and helping smuggle birth control to the ladies in her dorm because Susan Pevensie is a queen and she understands the right of a woman to rule over her own body. 

Susan losing them all to a train crash, Edmund and Peter and Lucy, Jill and Eustace, and Lucy and Lucy and Lucy, who Susan’s always felt the most responsible for. Because this is a girl who breathes responsibility, the little mother to her three siblings until a wardrobe whisked them away and she became High Queen to a whole land, ruled it for more than a decade, then came back centuries later as a legend. What it must do to you, to be a legend in the body of a young girl, to have that weight on your shoulders and have a lion tell you that you have to let it go. What it must do to you, to be left alone to decide whether to bury your family in separate ceremonies, or all at once, the same way they died, all at once and without you. What it must do to you, to stand there in black, with your nylons, and your lipstick, and feel responsible for these people who you will never be able to explain yourself to and who you can never save. 

Maybe she dreams sometimes they made it back to Narnia after all. Peter is a king again. Lucy walks with Aslan and all the dryads dance. Maybe Susan dreams that she went with them— the train jerks, a bright light, a roar calling you home. 

Maybe she doesn’t. 

Susan grows older and grows up. Sometimes she hears Lucy’s horrified voice in her head, “Nylons? Lipstick, Susan? Who wants to grow up?”  and Susan thinks, “Well you never did, Luce.” Susan finishes her degree, stays in America (England looks too much like Narnia, too much like her siblings, and too little, all at once). She starts writing for the local paper under the pseudonym Frank Tumnus, because she wants to write about politics and social policy and be listened to, because the name would have made Edmund laugh. 

She writes as Susan Pevensie, too, about nylons and lipstick, how to give a winning smiles and throw parties, because she knows there is a kind of power there and she respects it. She won wars with war sometimes, in Narnia, but sometimes she stopped them before they began.

Peter had always looked disapprovingly on the care with which Susan applied her makeup back home in England, called it vanity. And even then, Susan would smile at him, say “I use what weapons I have at hand,” and not explain any more than that. The boy ruled at her side for more than a decade. He should know better. 

Vain is not the proper word. This is about power. But maybe Peter wouldn’t have liked the word “ambition” any more than “vanity.”

Susan is a young woman in the 50s and 60s. Frank Tumnus has quite the following now. He’s written a few books, controversial, incendiary. Susan gets wrapped up in the civil rights movement, because of course she would. It’s not her first war. All the same, she almost misses the White Witch. Greed is a cleaner villain than senseless hate. She gets on the Freedom Rider bus, mails Mr. Tumnus articles back home whenever there’s a chance, those rare occasions they’re not locked up or immediately threatened. She is older now than she ever was in Narnia. Susan dreams about Telemarines killing fauns. 

Time rolls on. Maybe she falls in love with a young activist or an old cynic. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe Frank Tumnus, controversial in the moment, brilliant in retrospect, gets offered an honorary title from a prestigious university. She declines and publishes an editorial revealing her identity. Her paper fires her. Three others mail her job offers. 

When Vietnam rolls around, she protests in the streets. Susan understands the costs of war. She has lived through not just the brutal wars of one life, but two. 

Maybe she has children now. Maybe she tells them stories about a magical place and a magical lion, the stories Lucy and Edmund brought home about how if you sail long enough you reach the place where the seas fall off the edge of the world. But maybe she tells them about Cinderella instead, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, except Rapunzel cuts off her own hair and uses it to climb down the tower and escape. The damsel uses what tools she has at hand. 

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own. 

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it. 

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silvermoon424:

poppypicklesticks:

i-was-a-teenage-anarchist:

I deleted the commentary because it has nothing to with the artist’s intent. Some asshat decided to delete her commentary to make it about body image when that had nothing to do with it. From Lizbarfart:

In Art History 101, we learned that the Venus of Willendorf could possibly have been a self-portrait, and because there weren’t mirrors at the time, the woman would have had to look down at herself for reference, explaining the warped proportions. Of course, no one knows for sure, but I liked the idea of it, so I decided to do a quick self-portrait using the same method of reference.

Please stop spreading that fucking false commentary because it isn’t what the artist wanted at all.

its really disgusting

how dare you steal an artist’s work and strip it of its intention and make it alll about you

not only that, they are like “omg this girl sees herself as ugly this is why girls have it so hard” SHE PROBABLY FELT JUST FINE ABOUT HER BODY UNTIL YOU STARTED ASSUMING SHE SAW HERSELF AS UGLY AND SOMEHOW SAW UGLINESS IN THIS 

Oh yeah, I remember this. Basically, the artist created this piece for the reasons stated above and then some fucking asshole deleted her comment and made it all about “HOLY SHIT THIS GIRL CLEARLY HATES HER BODY BECAUSE SHE DREW IT LIKE THIS, THIS IS WHY WOMEN’S LIVES SUCK”

You literally just told her that she has a disgusting body. Otherwise, why would you be so upset about her “body image”? She was probably totally fine with herself, hence why she was okay drawing herself as she saw herself. Then you went ahead and twisted it and probably made her feel terrible.

Honestly, fuck anyone who hijacks posts like this. If you want to say something so badly, make your own damn post, don’t slap the OP in the face like this.

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  • Question: wearing dreads is not just an african movement, it was a thing in europe for a long time especially amongst pagans. the blog called white people stealing culture spends all day reblogging pictures of white girls and then calling them ugly and racist. i hate this website. - Anonymous
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    endgaem:

    real-justice-waluigi:

    lovelylavenderchild:

    whitepeoplestealingculture:

    Are y’all honkies gonna ignore that no pagan religion is Europe is older than those created in Africa, India, and other parts of the Middle East? Not to mention in the Americas of the First People.

    Dreadlocks have existed before any white person has. How, you ask? Where? In Ancient Egypt on the lovely locking hair of Black people and in India of the Hindi Yogis.

    Those are facts and not whiny white tears spewing out white-washed lies out their wazoo.

    - Jess

    Somebody said it

    Yes, because there is NO controversy whatsoever questioning the race of the Ancient Egyptians.

    None.

    None at all.

    try reading this. or this. or this. or this. or this. or this. or this. ALL of which provide scholarly evidence disproving your theory of black Egyptians.  Like, all you have to do is go to this magical place called a library to find it out.

    There are multiple theories regarding the race of the ancient Egyptians, so to just straight up say “they were black, you’re wrong” is ignoring a large portion of the evidence that shows that it is very likely that they weren’t.

    Your argument also ignores the fact that oftentimes various cultures develop astonishingly similar cultural behaviors, despite not interacting, or having very little interaction.

    The point is, you’re completely ignoring a large portion of history and evidence to support a flawed premise, just so that you can make a joke about “white tears” and claim to be right.

    Posting rude retorts and calling them “facts” doesn’t make it so.

    Also, regarding dreadlocks:

    Dreadlocks are associated most closely with the Rastafari movement, but people from many ethnic groups have worn dreadlocks, including many ancient Hamitic people of North Africa and East Africa (notably the Oromo of Ethiopia, and theMaasai of northern Kenya); Semitic people of West AsiaIndo-European people of Europe and South Asia (notably the ancient Spartan warriors of Greece, and the Sadhus of India and Nepal); Turkic people of Anatolia and Central Asia; theSufi Rafaees; and the Sufi malangs and fakirs of Pakistan. Some Neanderthals and Cro-Magnon were also known to have worn locks, as is portrayed in paleolithic cave art in Europe, perhaps for spiritual reasons.

    also, this individual was able to gather a good amount of information concerning dreadlocks, including the following:

    real-justice-waluigi:

    I know.  Check out my tagged/dreads or tagged/dreadlocks to see my views on the issue.  

    Scandinavian Norse/ Vikings
    AD793 - 1050 The Vikings were prolific seafaring warriors from Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Vikings also established farming communities and trade ports all over Europe with their rise.
    Viking warriors were said to wear their hair in locks, I believe for reasons similar to other locked warriors, for intimidation (or because warriors are just to darn busy to comb their hair!)
    Now, these pieces of history lead me to believe that the nomadic “Aryans” from Central Asia/ northern Iran from 2000 BC and 1500 BC later became (or certain tribes became) the people known as the Celts, and because of the lost cultural history of the Celts after Roman domination, the origination of Vikings in Scandinavia, their occupation of the British Isles and Ireland, and similarities between Celtic and Norse mythology, I’m tempted to speculate that Vikings and Celts also share a deep cultural connection lost to time.

    Celtic/Druid
    The Celts were a diverse group of people whose empire once spanned the European continent. Archeological digs from Halstadt, Germany to the Orkney Isles of Scotland have uncovered evidence of Celtic settlements as far back as the late Bronze Age (1550BC-1200BC)
    Recent archeological digs in Eastern Europe and Asia Minor indicate the possibility that the Celts were not indigenous to Europe at all. This theory is the migratory theory; when applied the Celtics sometime in the millennia of the Bronze Age entered Europe from somewhere in Asia Minor. It wasn’t long before they settled in the region of the Danube River basin and soon began raiding and conquering their neighbors. The Celtic conquest continued until their tribal lands covered most of Western Europe, from the Danube to Rome and westward as far as current-day Belgium.
    It is believed that the Druids were the shamans and mystics of the Celts, their dreadlocks holding similar divine significance in their roles as holy people. Some speculate that Celtic warriors sported dreadlocks as an intimidation tactic.
    The empire of the Celts had a fast rise, but eventually in the face of Roman domination, they were forced to disperse and/ or assimilate, to Gaul, France, Ireland, Greece, etc. after which they dropped almost entirely off the radar.



    whitepeoplestealingculture, you’re not doing anyone any favours by spreading ignorant misinformation, and I hope you can look back later on and see how unbelievably narrow-minded and ignorant you are being.

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radiicvl:

seven-devils-in-my-house:

fierocity:

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lady-medic:

In case anyone wanted to know what a lightening strike can do to the body- given that they survive.

Woah

I’ve reblogged this before but I didn’t know it was from a lightning strike. That’s insane.

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I WILL NOT STOP REBLOGGING THIS UNTIL EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS THAT THESE ARE NOT INJURIES FROM A LIGHTNING STRIKE. THIS IS THE WORK OF AN EXTREMELY TALENTED MAKEUP ARTIST ON DEVIANTART. THE ORIGINAL POST IS RIGHT HERE [X]. STOP SPREADING FALSE INFORMATION ABOUT THIS PHOTO AND CREDIT THE ARTIST.

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