Chi-cken. Good.

What's wrong with you? What you screamin' for? Every 5 minutes there's somethin', a bomb or somethin'. I'm leavin'. bzzzz.
sleepydumpling: verybusyandimportant: chubby-bunnies: bunandcheese: trafalgarslaw: goldenheartedrose: trafalgarslaw: inflateablefilth: redlightpolitics: rosa—sparks: madamethursday: [Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.] staghunts: “This one is very serious, guys: I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?” “Why would you want my photo?” she asked. “Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:  “I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.  Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.  “Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo. As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk. When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?” “It happens a lot?” I asked. “All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.” “Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked. “Please,” she said. “Tell it.” Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.* Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.  I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER.  Do not forget this.  Let’s make sure we all get screen shots too, in case tumblr manages to get this off again. So, tumblr is trying to delete this? Well… no. No fucking way. You don’t go around deleting stories like this. Reblogging just on fucking principle. If you are following me, would you please consider doing the same? They are; I believe this is a repost because of the small amount of notes. The original post had thousands.  If I’m not mistaken, the original post was deleted because the guy’s family complained.  What about HER family, though? What about her? Simply fucking disgusting. … so, he was an arsehat, his family said that people knowing about him being an arsehat would hurt them and tried to make this better by being arsehats, too? Ah, well then. I’ll be saving a copy and just posting it again should it disappear again. Keep her story alive. Forever, and ever, and ever reblog. Sorry that documenting his racism, misogyny, and sexually predatory nature makes his family uncomfortable. It fucking should.  Don’t let her story disappear.

sleepydumpling:

verybusyandimportant:

chubby-bunnies:

bunandcheese:

trafalgarslaw:

goldenheartedrose:

trafalgarslaw:

inflateablefilth:

redlightpolitics:

rosa—sparks:

madamethursday:

[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]

staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:

I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”

“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.

“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 

“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 

Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 

“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.

As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.

When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”

“It happens a lot?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.

“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”

Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*

Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER. 

Do not forget this. 

Let’s make sure we all get screen shots too, in case tumblr manages to get this off again.

So, tumblr is trying to delete this? Well… no. No fucking way. You don’t go around deleting stories like this.

Reblogging just on fucking principle. If you are following me, would you please consider doing the same?

They are; I believe this is a repost because of the small amount of notes. The original post had thousands.  If I’m not mistaken, the original post was deleted because the guy’s family complained.  What about HER family, though? What about her? Simply fucking disgusting.

… so, he was an arsehat, his family said that people knowing about him being an arsehat would hurt them and tried to make this better by being arsehats, too?

Ah, well then. I’ll be saving a copy and just posting it again should it disappear again.

Keep her story alive.

Forever, and ever, and ever reblog.

Sorry that documenting his racism, misogyny, and sexually predatory nature makes his family uncomfortable. It fucking should. 

Don’t let her story disappear.

bbcsherlockftw:

moonblossom:

roane72:

gatissimo:

I feel like Moriarty broke into 221B and stole John’s cardigan just as a little extra “fuck you”.

OH MY GOD. And he DID break in, we saw the video on John’s blog.

New headcanon.

Oh, jesus. This may be a coincidence, but they love to fuck with us so much that I wouldn’t be surprised if it were intentional.

(via jujuproblems)

You don’t need fashion designers when you are young. Have faith in your own bad taste. Buy the cheapest thing in your local thrift shop - the clothes that are freshly out of style with even the hippest people a few years older than you. Get on the fashion nerves of your peers, not your parents - that is the key to fashion leadership. Ill-fitting is always stylish. But be more creative - wear your clothes inside out, backward, upside down. Throw bleach in a load of colored laundry. Follow the exact opposite of the dry cleaning instructions inside the clothes that cost the most in your thrift shop. Don’t wear jewelry - stick Band-Aids on your wrists or make a necklace out of them. Wear Scotch tape on the side of your face like a bad face-lift attempt. Mismatch your shoes. Best yet, do as Mink Stole used to do: go to the thrift store the day after Halloween, when the children’s trick-or-treat costumes are on sale, buy one, and wear it as your uniform of defiance.

—John Waters (via neat-girl)

(Source: cassket, via schweizenhowsen)

random-nexus:

ladyavenal:

karlimeaghan:

You’ll thank us one day, normal people.

Bahahahaha!!!!

GOLD^^^^^^

YES, THIS! \o/

One day, I will go to a con. And there, I will yell this, just to fish out the True Believers.