are you fucking kidding me
This was created by the brilliant Judith Ann Braunn. Those of you lucky enough to live in or near Indianapolis can see an original (and definitionally temporary*) fingerprint graphite work created by Braunn at the Indianapolis Museum of Art as part of GRAPHITE, a show curated by none other than my wife.
It’s really encouraging to see good contemporary art getting >100,000 notes on tumblr, particularly because everyone is always telling me that no one is interested in contemporary art.
BTSSB Utsunomiya: 「☆キャメロットプリンセスコート入荷のご紹介☆」
Boy of nine killed himself after he was ‘bullied for being white’ by an Asian gang at school. He was told by other pupils ‘all white people should be dead’ and he was forced to hide from the bullies in the playground at lunchtime.
Don’t you ever try to tell me there is no such thing as racism against white people. And don’t you dare fucking tell me it’s ‘reverse’ racism either.
And this was in the UK. He and his family are in their own country, their own homeland.
Repeat after me: ALL RACISM IS BAD. RACISM AGAINST ANYBODY IS BAD. PERIOD.
This isn’t zombie makeup … it’s the other way around. He has a full body tattoo & they covered it w/ makeup.
#this guy is from montreal #i see him walking around all the time #hes such an inspiration #he had cancer so he said fuck it and got all these tattoos #and then he kinda kicked cancers butt #but he was stuck with all of them #and now hes doing so much like that lady gaga video #or this make up commercial #and hes with an agency now and its great #hes great (spookyfrankiee)
He’s also starring in a new movie.
if youre not part of the supernatural fandom you might want to reevaluate your life choices
Is this… is this supernatural harlem shake?
That’s Osric in the bodybag, if you were wondering.
and it was hIS DAY OFF BUT HE WANTED TO BE IN IT SO HE DROVE LIKE AN HOUR ON HIS FUCKING DAY OFF TO BE IN A BODY BAG ON THE GROUND I LOVE HIM
in that last one…. is jensen on top of jared?
a serious fucking problem in society that needs to be stopped immediately
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
Is that a crying England on the bottom
The story behind this is we a played Halloween hide an seek in the dark. My brother took so long to be found that people were texting him asking him where he was. All he replied with was “spoop” and “14 inches flaccid”
When we found him he was blogging on tumblr. He got the prize of course.
Guys don’t encourage my brother it only makes him stronger
GUYS SERIOUSLY IF HE SEES THIS HE’LL COME TO MY HOUSE AND GIVE ME A JACKASS GRIN I SWE AA R
WHO TOLD HIM
WHO TOLD HIM
CRAWLING IN MY SKIN THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL
i only get stronger the more everyone sees this
Kids say the darnedest things.
kids are scary as shit
My type of husband
Take note: Speaking out against wrong doings is literally just…being a person.