magzneto:

sunfortune:

I think we should kill every man who wronged megan fox

i think this glosses over something megan said, and that we all know to be true: a lot of women threw her under the bus, a lot of women shamed and insulted her, called her stupid, bimbo and a whore. That was literally her public image for a long time as an actress. And we as women shouldn’t collectively absolve ourselves form our part in harming her, and from participating in that kind of culture.
Saying things like “women don’t treat other women in the public sphere like that anymore” isn’t an excuse.
Plenty of men were undoubtedly creepy and disgusting towards Megan Fox, but many women stood by and either cheered them on or actively participated. That is something we have to recognise if we expect to grow, and continue to do better.

buh-no:

spoonmeb:

lazycatcorner:

butnotinthisone:

kittydesade:

needstosortoutpriorities:

ruskiizek:

Slavic Cossack dancing known as Hopak 

Warning: Do not try this at home unless you were born with super Slavic knee strength 

THE GUY AT THE END

Ahahah it’s not just knee strength you need, friend. It’s thighs, ass, ankles, calves, you need everything from your waist down to be horrifyingly fit and toned for this.

Also core strength. So include the waist. Everything from the nipples down. 

Don’t forget absurd back flexibility

 “Ballet is a really hard dance to master.”

Slavic dancing: “Hold my beer.”

My thighs are burning just watching.

this video just laughed at me for being out of shape.

I had a friend growing up that was from Slovakia or Ukraine, I don’t remember which. I knew him from kindergarten to 2nd grade. And since there wasn’t a large enough slavic community for this kind of dancing, he did competitive ballet. He would constantly complain that it wasn’t hard enough. Guys, its competitive ballet, one of the hardest sports you can be in as a young person. Those C-jumps the guys were doing? In american ballet or dance you usually only get your chest to where you head was. They have their bellybutton or hips where their head was. That’s fucking nuts with out running or a pre jump. This kind of dancing was constantly going on at their house. I would like to point out that’s insane. His mom and dad dance almost every day. Not as high since age. But still.

iamthekaijuking:

Tokusatu Man

It started as a government experiment. I don’t know what they were trying to do, but I was a war prisoner who was selected to be the first test subject to get the injection.

I couldn’t hear much of what the people observing me were saying, but I think what they were injecting me with was some kind of genetic material.

Afterwards I was kept contained inside a large room with windows near the ceiling for scientists to observe me. They occasionally poked and prodded at me to get some biometric data.

That’s not what I was concerned about though. Whatever it was I was injected with, it was changing me. I could feel it growing through my body like tendrils. My organs changing and shifting. I could feel myself growing in size. Thank goodness didn’t hurt that much, but it just felt so incredibly odd.

I was being fed more food than I was used to. It started out as three, but then it became four, five, and it just kept increasing as did my size. And the food was all protein rich, as well as there being pellets of various metals I was forced to swallow.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I eventually I had grown so large that I could easily stare through the window at the scientists on the other side, and could have fit them in the palm of my hand.

It was alarming how large I’d grown. I knew I’d never be able to lead a normal life after this. I had dreams and aspirations once, but I could never make them a reality because of my condition and confinement.

At some point I felt a strange urge to find a large body of water. I don’t know why but I tried to ignore it. But it kept nagging at me in the back of my mind, and the urge to give into it grew stronger. So strong that my body started to act on its own at certain times; like it was running on instinct. I wasn’t even in control sometimes! Each time I lost control of my body, the amount of time it took to regain it lengthened.

The day I escaped was the day I lost control of my body.

I woke up with dark grey fungus-like things protruding from my skin. The substance was rubbery. I didn’t get time to think about it though, because my body violently got up and proceeded to break its way out of containment by using its head as a ram. The resulting head on collision knocked me out, but I could assume my body had escaped because when I regained conscience my body was in the middle of the ocean.

I spent months in the ocean. My body was constantly hunting for food and eating, and the rubbery fungus growths had spread all over my body and was beginning to cover everything and it had even grown a long spiky rubber tail. The rubber fungus kept growing until it completely engulfed my head.

Inside the fungus, I couldn’t see anything. But I could feel the fungus growing around me. It was growing flesh and muscles. Something hooked up to my eyes, and allowed me to see the outside world.

From there I could see that my body was swimming to shore towards a city. As I reached land my body stood up. The fungus body was restricting me to an uncomfortable hunched squatting position; almost like a praying mantis. It also felt like I was sitting in a chair, and I could feel something behind me propping my body up. Could it have been the fungus body’s tail?

I could see people fleeing underfoot. Some of them didn’t get out of the way in time before being crushed under foot. I didn’t get enough time to dwell on such horrible things however, as my body kept stomping towards the city. Cars were crushed beneath my feet, subways caved in, and bridges crumbled as my body made its way down the streets. I tried to fight back against the fungus controlling my body. I struggled so hard to regain control of my body; to do anything to prevent anymore destruction, but all I managed to do was cause my fingers to twitch.

As a prisoner of my own body, I was forced to do nothing but watch the mayhem ensue. Jets flew overhead shooting missiles at me while my fungus encased body turned towards a group of buildings. My body tackled one in an attempt to knock it over. It’s support buckled, and the building caved in on itself; kicking up dust and debris.

I mentally pleaded for the military to do something to stop my body as they threw everything they had at me. For each building my body tore down, the heavier the weaponry they threw at me. My pleads were answered when a particularly heavy bomb penetrated the top of the fungus body and exploded. It must have hit something important because the fungus body (and subsequently my body) fell to the ground. The force of the impact knocked the breath out of me. When I regained my breath though, the back of the fungus body split open and ejected my body out. I struggled to stand up, and stumbled around a few times before getting my footing. I took a look at the fungus body.

It was rubbery in texture, and had the outline of a vaguely reptilian creature. It seemed to have stood upright on two thick legs and propped itself up on a long spiky tail. It’s arms were more slender than the legs, but were still rather chunky. The hands had five fingers that ended in “claw”, although they’re more like spikes on the ends of the fingers. The body was hunch backed, and sported a cape of spines. The head was dragon-like and sported six horns and a mouth filled with spike-like teeth. What disturbed me the most though, was the large human eyes and its bug eyed expression. It was then that I realized something.

The body of this thing, was proportioned in such a way that my body could fit inside and move it around. It was exactly like those rubber suits that actors wore in old giant monster movies.

Upon my realization I was hit by a missile, and without the fungus body protecting me, it hurt like hell. Not only that, but I could feel the fungus-like substance worming its way through my body. I felt that familiar urge to go to the ocean again.

The ocean.

It was the only place I’d be safe…

Censored on tumblr

badromantics:

soror-terrae:

lovesicksick:

lovesicksick:

ask-a-yandere:

lovesicksick:

What all ask boxes look like for me (submission boxes look exactly the same):

Left: what happens when I try to open dms (New Message does nothing); I can’t even read them. Right: when I try to go to someone’s dms from their blog.

Neither new things I post nor old things I post show up in the tags they’re in, even if they were before.

I can type things into replies, but it won’t actually post them.

Since it doesn’t seem this one has been encountered by many people yet, maybe reblog this so people know about it. I’m probably getting deleted though

Tumblr is shadowbanning people and they aren’t even trying to be subtle about it.

Please spread the word.

I’m glad this is spreading but simultaneously it makes it sound like the shadowban is much less severe than it is because I didn’t realize, and this shadowban is so severe I can’t even add on / tell anyone that.

All my likes, reblogs, and replies are hidden from the notes of EVERY post.

When I like or rb things it doesn’t show notes in someone’s activity / dash, except long-time followers (not sure about the exact cutoff/conditions).

If I reblogged and added something to this from a non-follower they wouldn’t even know.
Check and see: my rb’s don’t even show up in the notes.
So people couldn’t even find out I added something on by checking the notes either:

Not to mention: I’m hidden from all searches, can’t be @’d, past @’s of me are hidden from my notes, I don’t get notified when people reply to a post I replied to, my @’s don’t give notes, and every search on my blog is blanked. I can’t even ask/submit to myself even with anons, and lots more.

Oh, yeah, and: MY BLOG ISN’T EVEN MARKED NSFW. Every flagged post I’ve found was restored. But every flagged post you contest brings attention to you that risks you just getting shadowbanned randomly.

THIS is the version that should get spread around…

Way to go @staff.

@support

A PSA about trucks from a truck driver

quousque:

delightfullysuperbruins:

thehumantrampoline:

I and some colleagues were talking about how we wish everyone could see the safety videos that our company was showing us, because I don’t think most people understand how traffic works in a truck. So here’s some things we wish everyone on the road knew.

– we’re not kidding about tailgating. If you’re right behind us on a straight highway? Chances are we have NO IDEA you’re there, which means we can’t anticipate any of your movements. Plus slowing down takes multiple downshifts, so we might start decreasing speed way earlier than you expect.

– We’re not kidding about any of our blind spots. WE CAN’T SEE YOU, GUYS.

– That bit about slowing down taking a while? The same goes for when you’re in front of us. Don’t cut off a truck. Oh god, PLEASE don’t cut off a truck. If you cut me off, I’m not irritated, I’m terrified. For YOU. It can take 7 to 9 seconds for us to stop. DON’T CUT OFF TRUCKS.

– Before you get mad about how slow we’re going on the highway, keep in mind that many companies govern their vehicles so they literally CAN’T go over 60 or 65. This is a good thing, I promise. Because…

– Do you know what happens when a car meets a truck in an accident? The car gets totaled and the truck needs a new coat of paint. You will not win this fight. I know nobody likes getting stuck behind a big dumb truck, but it’s not worth your life.

We are trying our best to protect you from our 80,000 pound death machines. Please help us out.

This information is actually useful.  Thanks for posting.

If you’re passing a truck, wait to merge back in front of them until you can see both of their headlights in your rearview. If you merge too close they literally can’t see you