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if you haven’t read this already, it’s worth the read

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Amber Heard has all of these receipts and people still question her. Johnny isn’t innocent. #IStandWithAmber

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My bridesmaids dresses came in and the contracts for the hotel bookings came in. Today has been a good day in the wedding department. Now if only I could get the DJ to email me back.

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i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away. 

And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second. 

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Hey guess what

Someone else’s abortion is none of your business :)

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Vaccinate your fucking kids.

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You're not excited about the prospect about voting for the first Democratic nominee who's a woman that'll bring an end to 240 years of cisgender, straight dude presidents?

I am as feminist as they come, and I feel no excitement or pride at the possibility of Hillary Clinton being the first woman to be President of the United States.

It’s not just about being a woman; it’s about what you represent.Hillary Clinton does not represent the average American woman. She represents capitalism, imperialism, the military industrial complex, and the corporate and criminal justice interests that form the institutional structures which actively oppress average women (and men, and people of all genders) every day.

So no, I’m not excited. 

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Agreed.

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This is rape culture.

This is white male privilege.

This is injustice.

The rapist and the judge are revolting, sociopathic spawns of the devil.

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Pregnancy rule #243: your baby will kick the crap out of you until you say "oh, the baby's kicking! Here, feel!"

And then suddenly it will stop.

Because your baby wants you to look like a liar in front of your family.

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So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

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me on chopped

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I just had the most immense pain that started in the groin, traveled to my thigh, around to my hip, and then my lower back. All on the right side. I don't feel like it was round ligament pain, but maybe it just was, just really severe? Like this pain had me on the floor ready to pass out. My fiancé had to pick me up, and even then it was making the pain worse and I couldn't even scream for him to stop because I was in so much pain. It lasted maybe 10 minutes and then slowly went away? Fuck childbirth. I couldn't even handle this pain for 10 minutes. How in the hell am I supposed to have a natural childbirth? 😥

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I am the ’70s child of a health nut. I wasn’t vaccinated. I was brought up on an incredibly healthy diet: no sugar till I was 1, breastfed for over a year, organic homegrown vegetables, raw milk, no MSG, no additives, no aspartame. My mother used homeopathy, aromatherapy, osteopathy; we took daily supplements of vitamin C, echinacea, cod liver oil.I had an outdoor lifestyle; I grew up next to a farm in England’s Lake District, walked everywhere, did sports and danced twice a week, drank plenty of water. I wasn’t even allowed pop; even my fresh juice was watered down to protect my teeth, and I would’ve killed for white, shop-bought bread in my lunchbox once in a while and biscuits instead of fruit, like all the other kids.We ate (organic local) meat maybe once or twice a week, and my mother and father cooked everything from scratch—I have yet to taste a Findus crispy pancake, and oven chips (“fries,” to Americans) were reserved for those nights when Mum and Dad had friends over and we got a “treat.”As healthy as my lifestyle seemed, I contracted measles, mumps, rubella, a type of viral meningitis, scarlatina, whooping cough, yearly tonsillitis, and chickenpox. In my 20s I got precancerous HPV and spent six months of my life wondering how I was going to tell my two children under the age of 7 that Mummy might have cancer before it was safely removed.So the anti-vaccine advocates’ fears of having the “natural immunity sterilized out of us” just doesn’t cut it for me. How could I, with my idyllic childhood and my amazing health food, get so freaking ill all the time? … My two vaccinated children, on the other hand, have rarely been ill, have had antibiotics maybe twice in their lives, if that. Not like their mum. I got many illnesses requiring treatment with antibiotics. I developed penicillin-resistant quinsy at age 21—you know, that old-fashioned disease that supposedly killed Queen Elizabeth I and that was almost wiped out through use of antibiotics.*

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Matt McGorry Schooled Piers Morgan in a Beyoncé Twitter Feud

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