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spacelesbians:
The only thing I’ll be kissing on new years is this hell year goodbye
spacelesbians:
The only thing I’ll be kissing on new years is this hell year goodbye
Dec. 27th, 2016
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hikavusulu:
Chris Pine refuses to answer the question “Would you swipe left or right for Anna Kendrick on Tinder?” and instead gives this response
hikavusulu:
Chris Pine refuses to answer the question “Would you swipe left or right for Anna Kendrick on Tinder?” and instead gives this response
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ladyflowdi:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:
blackphoenix1977:
pleatedjeans:
Three cheers for these guys [x]
This is how to be a good ally.
Using their Bro-ness for good, not evil
So a tiny story: on Black Friday a few weeks ago I went to Gamestop to buy my brother a game for Christmas, and I noticed this older man was watching me like a hawk. He was loitering around the front of the store without really buying anything, and every time I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye he was looking at me. I went to look at the PS4 games, and he was looking at something right behind me. I checked out the Nintendo games, and he was looking at them too. I was the only woman in the store, by the way.
By the time I got in line to pay he was loitering at the front of the store again, and I just had that feeling that he was going to try and take the game I just bought, or steal my purse, as soon as I left the store. OR, he was going to try and follow me home. And I know I don’t have to explain that terror to any woman reading this, but all I could think was that I’m in this Gamestop alone with at least twenty other men and something is about to happen. I’m beginning to freak out, to the point where I’ve just pulled my pepper spray out of my purse and into the pocket of my coat.
So there I am, next in line to pay, and there is this GIGANTIC dudebro right behind me, and I say gigantic as a 6 foot tall woman. He says, “Ma’am? Don’t be offended, but would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” and I was like “Are you serious?” and he was like “There are some weird guys in here right now. Have you noticed that guy watching you?” and then I showed the dudebro the pepper spray in my pocket and he was like “Right on. Would you still let me walk you to your car?” and I said yes.
So I paid, and waited while HE paid, and he walked me to my car. And just as I was getting in, the weird guy who’d been loitering came out of the store, saw me and my dudebro, and turned around and walked away in the opposite direction.
In short: men who recognize that women are unsafe in dark alleys, college campuses, grocery stores, gas stations and retail stores and do something about it are the kind of quality men that this world needs more of.
ladyflowdi:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:
blackphoenix1977:
pleatedjeans:
Three cheers for these guys [x]
This is how to be a good ally.
Using their Bro-ness for good, not evil
So a tiny story: on Black Friday a few weeks ago I went to Gamestop to buy my brother a game for Christmas, and I noticed this older man was watching me like a hawk. He was loitering around the front of the store without really buying anything, and every time I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye he was looking at me. I went to look at the PS4 games, and he was looking at something right behind me. I checked out the Nintendo games, and he was looking at them too. I was the only woman in the store, by the way.
By the time I got in line to pay he was loitering at the front of the store again, and I just had that feeling that he was going to try and take the game I just bought, or steal my purse, as soon as I left the store. OR, he was going to try and follow me home. And I know I don’t have to explain that terror to any woman reading this, but all I could think was that I’m in this Gamestop alone with at least twenty other men and something is about to happen. I’m beginning to freak out, to the point where I’ve just pulled my pepper spray out of my purse and into the pocket of my coat.
So there I am, next in line to pay, and there is this GIGANTIC dudebro right behind me, and I say gigantic as a 6 foot tall woman. He says, “Ma’am? Don’t be offended, but would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” and I was like “Are you serious?” and he was like “There are some weird guys in here right now. Have you noticed that guy watching you?” and then I showed the dudebro the pepper spray in my pocket and he was like “Right on. Would you still let me walk you to your car?” and I said yes.
So I paid, and waited while HE paid, and he walked me to my car. And just as I was getting in, the weird guy who’d been loitering came out of the store, saw me and my dudebro, and turned around and walked away in the opposite direction.
In short: men who recognize that women are unsafe in dark alleys, college campuses, grocery stores, gas stations and retail stores and do something about it are the kind of quality men that this world needs more of.
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mariacharlet:
This Polish commercial is the purest thing I ever seen in my entire life.
I’m not crying, you’re crying.
I WASN T REA DY 😭
hOLY FUCK
i saw it today on tv and bawled my eyes out so pure
@appolsaucy cry w me ok
continue-jinguuji:
death-by-cuddles:
juichi-bey:
venusisfortransbians:
mariacharlet:
This Polish commercial is the purest thing I ever seen in my entire life.
I’m not crying, you’re crying.
I WASN T REA DY 😭
hOLY FUCK
i saw it today on tv and bawled my eyes out so pure
@appolsaucy cry w me ok
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onceland:
“Even though this year still has seven weeks left, I’m calling it early, 2016 has been the fucking worst.”
onceland:
“Even though this year still has seven weeks left, I’m calling it early, 2016 has been the fucking worst.”
Callout post for Star Trek: Beyond
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eziocauthon89:
That, sir, is not a Jim Kirk Ripped Shirt™
This is
A James Tiberius Kirk
Trademarked
Ripped Shirt
Also, never forget who invented the Boob Window
eziocauthon89:
That, sir, is not a Jim Kirk Ripped Shirt™
This is
A James Tiberius Kirk
Trademarked
Ripped Shirt
Also, never forget who invented the Boob Window
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vivienvalentino:
In memory of some of the amazing, talented and beautiful people we have lost this year. May they rest in peace.
vivienvalentino:
In memory of some of the amazing, talented and beautiful people we have lost this year. May they rest in peace.
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babesargent:
remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”
he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.
he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”
i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.
rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)
babesargent:
remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”
he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.
he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”
i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.
rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)