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Like so many of the members of this group, I was raised in a suburban middle class family where traditional old-fashioned values were upheld. And this meant following our parents’ rules and behaving a…

spanking story and mouth soaping

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You wanna know what's awful? When ten year old girls are encouraged to have a rape whistle and no one thinks it's strange. When 11 year old girls are taught to wear makeup to be pretty When 12 year old girls go on a diet because they think they're fat When 13 year old girls are taught to be mean to every girl that isn't wearing makeup, on a diet or worried about being raped.

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classics for the signs to read

Aries: The Stranger by Albert Camus

Taurus: House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

Gemini: Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Cancer: To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Leo: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Virgo: 1984 by George Orwell

Libra: The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Scorpio: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Sagittarius: Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Capricorn: Babbit by Sinclair Lewis

Aquarius: A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

Pisces: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

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SOMETIMES I GET SO FUCKING ANGRY WHEN I REMEMBER THAT I AM A GIRL BECAUSE MY MONEY HAS TO GO TO BUYING BRAS FOR THESE STUPID ORGANIC MILK BAGS AND PADS FOR MONTHLY UNWANTED SUBSCRIPTION OF LUCIFER’S WATERFALL LIKE WTF MAN WHY DONT THESE THINGS COME FREE WHEN MY UNWANTED PACKAGE IS GIVEN TO ME SERIOUSLY THO

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omfg im laughing so hard i fell asleep on my keyboard last night and i just found this

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Amazing

thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

"don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?"

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

"she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her."

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

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i remember 2014 like it was yesterday.

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Welcome to 2015!! We are thrilled you chose to participate! Here’s how this year’s book genre challenge is going to work! The Book Genre Challenge was designed to push us out of our comfort zones and try new styles of books! We had you vote to select 12 genres of books we will be reading this year – one for every month.

Now, like last year, we wanted to provide you with the flexibility of reading a book of your choice. You only have to read one book of the chosen genre, all the books you read that month DO NOT have to be of the one genre. However, you may read as many as you would like. We will provide a discussion page so that you may all discuss your individual choices with each other – this will be a great place to get new recommendations from readers! 

 However, we also wanted to try something new and do a group read with you all! We will get suggestions from you with books you want to read from a specific genre, and each month I will set up a poll to vote on those suggestions. I apologize that we are behind in January, but fear not; I will get everything back on track! There will be another discussion page so we can discuss our group read together! (This will all be on our GOODREADS page)

You are NOT required to participate in the group read to participate in this challenge. You are NOT required to read all twelve months. You can do the group read, read individually, or do both!! If you show up in July, you can jump in right along with us! This is a flexible and fun challenge, meant to get you reading things you might not have discovered otherwise!! 

Here on Tumblr you can participate by reading books right along with us, even if you don’t have a Goodreads! You can also post pictures and reviews of the books you read and tag them with 2015genrechallenge and bookgenrechallenge! 

Please head on over to the suggestion page HERE to give us your recommendations for January!! The genre is Fantasy! You can recommend one of your favorites, or a book you want to try!

I’ll be posting the poll in two days so you can begin voting for the group read! (again I apologize about the delay and the rush).

Finally, I have posted another poll so you can vote between the two tied genres – Urban Fantasy and Dystopia.

I know that was a lot of information, but I hope you are all excited!! I know we certainly are!! Happy Reading!!

Renuka (eternal-books) and Sylvia (grangerandherbooks)

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Rest in fucking pieces, you shit year.

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BEING OKAY For one child who is considering suicide: Sweetheart, I am so sorry you hurt. I would so like to hold you and rock you and kiss the top of your head and tell you there are voices so much stronger than theirs that you can choose to hear. That the world is so much bigger than their tiny minds. That you will be okay. Don’t go. I am forty-four years old today. I am a rape victim, a sufferer of bullying, the adult child of an alcoholic, an orphan thanks to one parent who blew his brains out last year and one who died due to his drunken idiocy, a chronic pain sufferer, an addict as a result, the mother of an autistic child, unemployed with zero opportunities on the horizon, I’ve lost my home, my waistline and my ego. And ya know what? I am happy as hell. I was playing cards with one of my best friends on the planet the other night. We have held each other’s hands through life and death, laughing through tears and making inopportune masturbation or Tarot card references for over twenty-five years. We were both not okay last year, as we walk remarkably similar paths. The other night we were discussing how actually okay we were, in light of everything we had gone through. We weren’t sure how we GOT to “okay”, but we were there and could appreciate it. In the past, I have not been able to take care of myself. I either waited for someone to do it for me, or I waited until I was so damaged and enraged that I could explode in a ball of fury, annihilating everything in my path, so that I would feel safe again. This, for the record, was not okay. I didn’t really get that, in any moment, I had the power to affect my own life and, well, not to quote at you, but to “change what I can.” I was a victim, a martyr, a rager, a stoic, an actor…. any one of which I thought could make people do what I thought I needed them to do to make me feel okay. Unfortunately, this meant that any cruelty, intended or not, cut me to the core. If someone didn’t react the way I thought I needed, I was destroyed. I was pretty fucking miserable. My people walk twelve steps, over and over. The first one is admitting I am powerless over alcohol. The work of this step expands and teaches me I’m actually powerless over pretty much everything, which is shocking when you’ve been raised to believe you are God. (If everything is my fault, it must all be my doing. If only God does everything, I must be God. That’s some solid logic, I tell ya!) When I confronted the fact that I might not be the Highest Power, it felt like I was giving something up. My machinations and manipulations I believed made the world dance on strings were hard to cut, as imaginary as they were. I lost my identity. Who was I if not the person trying desperately to make the reflection in your eyes something I could stand? However the transition into being Me… I have no clue how it happened. I just know I quit worrying about who I was to everyone else. I quit trying to read your mind to find out who you wanted me to be and then molding myself into that shape to receive the approval that would make me feel loved but somehow never really did, since it wasn’t really me being loved. My friend and I agreed that a year ago even, we were sitting in the tunnel, PRAYING for a train so at least we could see some light. Now we’re breathing air and wishing on stars. The only thing we knew for sure is that we didn’t quit. Now we are here. It’s not the perfect I thought perfect was. But it’s perfect and I’m IN it. And because I came out of that place, I know it and I know I can come out again. So… Whatever your pain, whatever you see in the mirror, whatever heartache you know, whatever name you’ve been called, whatever anger is eating you, I’m telling you, you can take power away from it and give it back to yourself again. It will happen if you don’t quit. There is no other option. I wish my father hadn’t killed himself. I am so grateful I did not make the same choice. Please stay here. It’s worth it. YOU are worth it.

Originally posted on June 7, 2013 by Kim Rhodes on her blog Rhodeside Attractions [tweet] (via obsessionisaperfume)

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Guys this is important!!

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This is a conversation I had with someone from 4chan about what is happening.

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Supernatural Notes: The Doctor Fantasy

Dean proud of dating a nurse / Dean jealous of a guy who’s a doctor.

Dean being a doctor in Charlie’s dream. A war doctor, who can’t save his brother / An angel doctor throwing her reality to him.

Dean admiring the doctor from one of his favorite tv shows.

Dean bringing pills to Cas to end his hangover, saying he would need the whole bottle since he’s an angel / Dean bringing pills to end Sam’s headache. Sam rejecting the offer / Dean bringing Kevin some pills.

Dean fixing Sam’s wound / Dean and Sam talking about their memories as 5 and 9 year olds about Sam being hurt at the end of a nice day.

I’ve referred before about Dean’s secret wishes, and how capable he is. There’s no doubt there’s a lot of him that we only see from the patterns that he allows to show, but rather not say. And I think the doctor theme has been pointed so many times in so many ways, that I could see a part of Dean dreaming with something that at the same time he thinks it’s way out of his capacities.

It’s curious that he’s angry when he’s pointed he’s not helping, but rather the contrary, by an angel, above all. Or that while being in a dream, he sees himself as a doctor, but can’t help his real situation with his brother.  His “respectable” comments, one in a way he can’t believe he’s dating a nurse, because that for him is in fact respectable, in a dream where he sees himself as nothing between a family that is “correct” and doing well in life.  Then he’s jealous of Lisa’s new boyfriend, because he thinks he could have never give her or Ben a life that a doctor could give them.

His pills supplies, in the other hand, always showed his more irresponsible side, with himself, but also with the ones he loves.  In the End!Verse he looked at Castiel’s choices in pills with very suspicious eyes, he didn’t like what he saw, perhaps because he saw himself in him.

One of Castiel’s notable features is that he can heal people with just a touch. Something that Dean have asked him for multiple times. But also something he had tried with his human capacities, and if not, he even asked Gadreel to heal Cas when he died.

Maybe since he was a kid, while being in the E.R. and seeing how the doctors and/or nurses fixed his brother’s wounds, he felt relieved someone was there to actually help. Maybe he admired that, and had dreams when he was just nine, that one day he could be a doctor, and fix everything in his life. And maybe he also learnt how to cure boo boos there, cause I’m sure the memories of taking Sam to the E.R. are plenty, or also go himself there since they weren’t safe most of the time. 

The control aspect is one of the more notables in Dean’s idea of fixing things. He always seem upset that he can’t fix stuff, that he could have done something more, even if there was no chance in the first place.

His decision of allowing an angel to posses his brother for example, as a metaphor of not unplugging the machine that allowed him to keep him alive, just as a doctor could, was him showing control in a situation that is so relatable to reality. He also showed negligence out of his good heart in “Appointment in Samarra” where he couldn’t follow Death’s steps. He couldn’t managed to have that level of power, so while been everything, he lost control.

There’s also the socioeconomic issue that’s one of the prominent things in the whole story of Supernatural, where the brothers fall as something as real as our society -especially in their generations-, where poor people is told they couldn’t make it to be something like a doctor, as if that’s the pinnacle of careers, and only rich people could have that, and it’s so tragic to think Sam almost had that with one of the other careers that is supported with the same ideology. 

All in all, there’s definitely the protector side in Dean and he still sees these roles as something admirable. As time has passed, and some monsters have been understood, maybe “Saving people” could add “fixing things”, if there’s any hopeful future in the family business.

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Please realize your words mean a lot to others. Its your decision wether they are uplifting or degrading. Please make the right choice. No one deserved to die over this crap

if you need help, please call The National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 

1 (800) 273-8255

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I would like to say goodbye to the ones we lost tonight.

We lost some of the members of our family tonight, a good friend of mine Kaylee included. You guys will be missed so much, and we wish you would have stayed. I hope Castiel greeted you to give you your wings.