so how about a pokemon game where you play as a kid going into team rocket because his parents are high ranking rocketeers or whatever and you have to steal your starter and you slowly start to realize that team rocket is not cool so then you destroy them from the inside
that’d be a damn good game
and at the end of the game you have to decide whether or not to return your beloved starter to the person you stole it from
I want Donovan and Sherlock to meet after the fall and I want Sherlock to look her in the eye and tell her that he admires her guts and I want Donovan to say that she’d make the same choice again if she had to and I want them to smirk at each other…
Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
I’m a Christian, and even I can recognize how ridiculous it is for people to oppose gay marriage based on the grounds that “The Bible defines marriage as one man and one woman.” That’s simply not true.
If these are barbaric and no longer acceptable practices, then I think we can say that prejudice against queer people is also barbaric and no longer acceptable.
i think that teenagers being aware of social issues like trans* people and slut shaming and rape culture and misogyny and racism because of a dumb blogging website called tumblr shows that if the medias and politicians explained and showed those things, people would actually start to understand them and stop being close minded assholes
This is a grade A post.
Do we really have to take this?
A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words.
Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.
I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up.
So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?
Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.
I don’t want to have my titties banged.
I am not an easy lay.
I don’t deserve this.
Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?
Reblog if you are against sexual harassment.