bikeladiesunite:

afgurri:

tiffanyb:



"using her fists in a scientific faction, to the delight of several colliers who were passing."

marry me

bikeladiesunite:

afgurri:

tiffanyb:

"using her fists in a scientific faction, to the delight of several colliers who were passing."

marry me

pyromantix:

tiger03lily:

wrapyourlipsaroundmyname:

badgalfaashion:

brainy-beauty:

inmytwistedfairytale:

HE HANDED THAT SHIT TO HIMMMMM

Farrakhan does not fear man. Amen.

DANM!!

I think this make the 10th time ive reblogged this 

amazing

Always reblog

(Source: cagedlions)

  • a group of guys going out: hell yeah man i'm gonna get fucked up and if i find a hot girl i wanna take home i might need a wingman just fyi
  • a group of girls going out: okay ladies remember we're going in in formation B so we don't lose sight of one another, but if there's any trouble we decided on secret hand gesture alpha-6. don't accept drinks from anybody, we just can't risk it tonight. stacey, did you print out the blueprints of the frat house? oh i see you color coded it so we know which areas have the highest population density and which rooms are well lit, excellent. marie i need that report on incidents of date rape from the last five years. thanks. alright, i think we're all set then. remember the buddy system. let's have a wild night ladies, but stay safe.

Apparently all it takes for cyclists to win court cases against negligent drivers is losing full use of their legs! And they say the system is slanted against us…

petition to rename Bontrager as “Bonerager”

Categories: cycling, pro cycling, bontrager,

it really makes me sad to see the “pro-ana” beliefs I subscribed to as a teenager presented as “getting fit and healthy” by the young women of today

kelsium:

You can tell a girl she’s smart her whole life, encourage her in school, buy her a chemistry set, send her to math camp, help her apply for college scholarships in STEM fields, and she’s still eventually going to walk into a classroom, a lab, or a job interview and have some man dismiss her existence, deny her funding, pass her over for a promotion, or take credit for her work. How about you work on getting those assholes out of power and quit telling me not to call girls pretty.

I recently had an argument on Facebook with a stranger (GREAT IDEA, I KNOW) where he suggested that what’s creating the dearth of women in STEM fields is not sexism but a lack of positive environments in which women can train for these jobs. He used as a counterexample his own engineering classes in college, where he said he definitely wouldn’t have wanted to be a woman, since all of the men in the class - himself included - constantly leered at the few women present. I pointed out that (a) transferring from a classroom to an office is not magically going to make sexist men respect women, (b) no amount of women-only training can counteract a hostile work environment, and (c) his solution to the problem requires women to adapt to men’s inappropriate behavior, rather than requiring men to stop being inappropriate. His response?

"I reeeeeally don’t care what you think."

Yeah, totally, it’s not sexism. 

likeapairofbottlerockets:

Come On, USA - 4th of July Playlist
1. Dan Deacon - USA: I. Is A Monster
2. The Mountain Goats - See America Right
3. Destroyer - Song For America
4. Kirin J Callinan - Come On USA
5. J Dilla - Anti-American Graffiti 
6. tUnE-yArDs - My Country 
7. LCD Soundsystem - North American Scum
8. The So So Glos - Son Of An American 
9. The Thermals - God and Country
10. Waxahatchee - American Weekend
11. Kanye West - Who Will Survive In America

12. Andrew Jackson Jihad - American Tune
13. Cold Cave - Underworlds USA

likeapairofbottlerockets:

Come On, USA - 4th of July Playlist

1. Dan Deacon - USA: I. Is A Monster

2. The Mountain Goats - See America Right

3. Destroyer - Song For America

4. Kirin J Callinan - Come On USA

5. J Dilla - Anti-American Graffiti 

6. tUnE-yArDs - My Country 

7. LCD Soundsystem - North American Scum

8. The So So Glos - Son Of An American 

9. The Thermals - God and Country

10. Waxahatchee - American Weekend

11. Kanye West - Who Will Survive In America

12. Andrew Jackson Jihad - American Tune

13. Cold Cave - Underworlds USA

PSA

agentsokka:

Hey folks, apparently 4Chan will be ‘invading’ tumblr as countermeasure against feminists swamping their site tomorrow. Apparently will involve hardcore porn, gore, etc., in the feminist tag. Dunno how bad or extensive it’ll be, but best be on the watch.

blergh

the way her calf flexes as she sweeps her leg around, preparing for something we don’t get to see

the way her calf flexes as she sweeps her leg around, preparing for something we don’t get to see

wikdsushi:

thefandomtolllbooth:

antoinetriplett:

jolivet:

spaceman-v-spiff:

nescientes:

novacayyn:

carry-on-my-otp:

If Stuntmen from the old movies don’t have your full respect then I just don’t know what to say to you

l tried really hard not to reblog this

Yeah, it is indeed really hard not to reblog a fucking thing.

Can we all agree that the man in the first gif is the manliest man in the world?

Are we just going to all silently acknowledge that the last guy is clearly dead and that we just saw him die. 

HOLD UP FOR A SECOND

ALL OF THESE GIFS ARE ONE MAN

THE SINGULAR BUSTER KEATON

WHILE FILMING THE GENERAL

HE SNAPPED HIS NECK ON THE RAILROAD TIES AND WENT HOME AND ICED HIS BODY

AND CAME BACK FOR WORK THE NEXT DAY

HE ONCE GOT HIS HIP RIPPED OUT OF ITS SOCKET BY A MALFUNCTIONING ELEVATOR AND WAS DISAPPOINTED WITH HIMSELF FOR BEING INJURED

HE ONCE HAD TO FALL 100 FEET DOWN A WATERFALL INTO A NET

A STUNTMAN TESTED IT AND BROKE BOTH LEGS AND DISLOCATED HIS SHOULDER

BUSTER DID THE STUNT ANYWAY AND LANDED WITHOUT A SCRATCH

IN ‘THE HIGH DIVE’

BUSTER DID A TRICK DIVE THROUGH A CARDBOARD DECK THAT WAS CAMOUFLAGED TO LOOK LIKE THE REAL DECK

ONLY HE COULDN’T TELL FROM 100 FEET UP WHERE THE CARDBOARD STOPPED AND THE REAL DECK STARTED AND THERE WAS ONLY LIKE A THREE FOOT MARGIN FOR ERROR

AND WHEN HE HESITATED A SUDDEN BREEZE LITERALLY KNOCKED HIM OFF THE DIVING BOARD AND HE HAD TO JUMP ANYWAY

AND HE MISSED THE REAL DECK BY LESS THAN A FOOT BUT HE MADE IT

IN THE SECOND GIF HE’S RECREATING SOMETHING THAT THE ACTUAL GENERAL PURSUERS HAD TO DO IN THE CIVIL WAR

IF HE MISSES THAT TIE

THE TRAIN WILL BE DERAILED AND HE WILL DIE IN THE EXPLOSION

IN THE THIRD GIF AN ENTIRE HOUSE IS FALLING HE HAS ONE TAKE AND IF HE HAS NOT DONE THE CALCULATIONS CORRECTLY HE WILL BE CRUSHED

HE HAS AN INCH-WIDE MARGIN ON EACH SIDE

AND THE HOUSE LITERALLY BRUSHES HIS LEFT SHOULDER ON THE WAY DOWN

YOU CAN SEE HIS LEFT ARM JUMP BECAUSE HE’S FLINCHING FROM THE PAIN

THAT LAST GIF

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THAT JUMP

HE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO FALL AND THEY HADNT PLANNED FOR IT

BUT HE SURVIVED

BUSTER KEATON SURVIVED 100% OF THINGS THAT WOULD HAVE KILLED LESSER MEN INCLUDING WWI, TORNADOS, HOUSEFIRES, ALCOHOLISM, BROKEN NETS, CRUSHING DEPRESSION, THE DEPRESSION ITSELF, THE MCCARTHY WITCHHUNTS, THE END OF SILENT CINEMA, AND ABOUT 900 MORE OF THE STUNTS YOU SEE ABOVE

BUSTER LIVED TO BE 70 YEARS OLD

FATHERED LIKE FOUR KIDS AND EIGHT GRANDKIDS

HE CAME OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF ALL THAT

THINKING THAT LIFE WAS GOOD AND PEOPLE WERE WONDERFUL

BUSTER KEATON IS NOT JUST A STUNTMAN

HE IS A GODDAMN SAINT

BUSTER KEATON’S PARENTS WERE PART OF A TRAVELING SHOW.

THEY WERE ACROBATS.

THEY TOOK BABY BUSTER UP HIGH IN THE AIR WITH THEM.

THEY DROPPED HIM.

LUCKILY SOMEONE WHO WAS STANDING UNDER THEM CAUGHT BABY BUSTER.

THAT MAN WAS HARRY HOUDINI. 

HARRY HOUDINI SAVED BUSTER KEATON’S LIFE.

if you don’t think that’s the coolest shit you can get right out.

BUSTER KEATON STARTED APPEARED IN FILMS FROM 1917, WHEN HE BEGAN WORKING WITH FATTY ARBUCKLE AT THE AGE OF 21.  BY THAT TIME, HE WAS A VETERAN OF BOTH VAUDEVILLE AND LIVE COMBAT.  AFTER ABOUT 1940, HE MAINLY PLAYED SMALLER ROLES, BUT HIS FANS WERE AS DEDICATED AS EVER.  IN HIS FINAL MOVIE, A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM, HE PERFORMED NEARLY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS OWN STUNTS.  HE WAS SEVENTY YEARS OLD.  THE MOVIE CAME OUT NINE MONTHS AFTER HE DIED.

SO WHAT KIND OF ACCIDENT KILLED BUSTER KEATON?  A FALL?  BEING CRUSHED BY AN ELEVATOR?  GETTING TORN APART BY ELEPHANTS AND VISIGOTHS ON SET?

NOPE.

IT WAS FREAKIN’ LUNG CANCER.

AND HE WAS TERMINAL WHEN HE FILMED FORUM.

FORGET CHUCK NORRIS.  BUSTER KEATON WAS THE GREATEST BADASS EVER TO LIVE.

I’m really glad someone set the record straight on how my boyfriend Buster Keaton is the best ever.

Below is my friend’s account of being committed to and held in a psychiatric ward without his consent for seven hours. As he acknowledges, being white and well-spoken got him out quicker and more unscathed than most, but this shit is unacceptable and shouldn’t happen to anyone. Our mental healthcare system is just another part of the prison-industrial complex.

russmarshalek:

this isn’t as pointed as i’d like to make it, but i just want to get it out.

yesterday around 1pm i began to experience a shortness of breath that continued to increase in intensity. deanna had been set to head to her apt in park slope to take care of some things, and i asked her to hold off a bit and watch a show on netflix with me because i wasn’t feeling well. 

half an hour later, it was worse. i was convinced my extremities were turning red enough that my veins were becoming blue and they’d turn blue soon, i had a terrible headache, violent dizziness, inability to stand, pounding heart and, again, a shortness of breath i’d never experienced before. 

d suggested i call my GP, as she’s a block from my apt. it being saturday and this being greenpoint, my dr’s office was closed. d helped me walk to the emergency clinic on manhattan ave, which, surprise, was also closed. 

i began convulsing uncontrollably. after a call to 311 (SHOUT OUT NICK HEXUM lol jk) confirmed the nearest open medical office was far away, deanna called 911.

when the EMR got to us, we were sitting inside a dunkin donuts on manhattan ave, i’d passed out for a brief second and then come to. the EMR woman took me to the ambulance, asked me my medical history and upon finding out i was on an SSRI and had panic attacks asked me fi i was drunk, took my blood pressure, told me i seemed normal and asked me if i wanted to go to the hospital.

at this point, i calmed a bit knowing that my lungs hadn’t collapsed or my heart wasn’t about to explode, but was still really worried because i didn’t feel well, at all, so i said yeah, let’s go. shit, at that point, i figured, i’m hitting my insurance deductible simply by sitting in the ambulance for a second, so let’s really go hogwild.

i was given the choice of two hospitals to go to. the nearest was bellevue. i decided upon that.

we arrived at bellevue, i was checked in without being given any sort of info as to where i was going, and then taken to a long room. upon entering, we were greeted by a police officer and i was put into a corner near him with deanna at my side. suddenly there was a commotion as two other officers were escorting out a large man in handcuffs. an orderly positioned by the door spit in the face of the man in handcuffs as the cops took him out, then shut and locked the door.

i had no idea what the fuck was going on.

i was told to speak to a woman at a window, who asked me about my mental health history and why i’d come. i told her about the shortness of breath, etc. she asked why i hadn’t been treated in the actual medical ward of the hospital, and at this point i realized:

i, suffering from physical ailments, had been checked in to the psychiatric ward of bellevue hospital without any information and without having offered any consent.

the woman informed me that, because i’d been brought by emergency medial responders to the ward, i was officially in their custody and unable to act under my own accord until i was deemed by them fit to leave. they told deanna she could go, because, and i quote, “this isn’t going to be fun. this is going to be in the top ten worst experiences of your life.”

aight.

my shoes, phone, id, credit cards and keys were taken. i was put in a room and told to wait.

after about an hour of reading and re-reading the booklet on “patients rights” i was given which seemed to apply mostly to expectant mothers and the elderly, i was taken into a room and asked a series of form questions by a smiling older gentleman. was i suicidal? was i on any drugs? did i intend to harm anyone else?

after giving him answers, he leaned forward. “i can’t make any promises”, he said, winking at me, “but you should be ok. it’s gonna be a long wait, and it’s not going to be fun, but hold tight.”

i was then check into the actual psychiatric ward.

upon entering the locked, guarded facility, a guard asked me how i was. i said i was thirsty, and asked for some water. he left and returned with a food tray of chicken, rice and milk. i told him i wasn’t hungry, and again asked simply for some water. he gave me the tray, shrugged, and walked away. i didn’t touch the tray. half an hour later the guard came back. “you’re not gonna eat? this is IT. this is all you get” he warned me. i didn’t know what to say, so i let him take the tray. 

i sat in a room with 10 other male wards, only one other of which wore street clothes—and he was also the only one not in a bed, and also the only other non-black ward.

there was a small tv playing how i met your mother re-runs. a man in a bed wearing nothing but sweatpants was the only bedded ward paying attention, and he occasionally screamed at the tv “i’d rape that chink bitch!” or “i’d rape that nigger bitch!” or “i’d rape that cracker bitch!”

a really, really muscular ward got out of his bed eventually and came over to me. at this point, there were no visible guards. (through eavesdropping on conversations, i would later learn all the guards and most of the staff were in a lounge watching the world cup.) “if you stay the night, i’m gonna make you my little fuckin toy” he said to me, smiling. he then wandered into a corner, sat down, and didn’t move for hours until a nurse came to take him somewhere. 

at this point, i had been at bellevue for two hours. no one had told me what was going on or explained anything to me. 

a guard came through. “yo when’s SNACKS” a ward called from a bed. “9:30” the guard answered “and then y’all going to BED”

it was past 6pm. i had no idea what was going on. 9:30 seemed not that far off, and it dawned on me:

i may be here overnight. and i can’t check myself out. and i don’t know what the fuck is going on.

i again asked the guard for water, and he simply walked away. “they like that, though” the guy who had been screaming about rape to the tv said to me. “don’t take it personal.”

the guy who’d threatened to rape me came through and asked the guard if he could take a shower. the guard ignored him, and he climbed back into his cot.

"GOOOOOAAALLLLL" a cheer rang out from somewhere.

it was 8pm. 

eventually i was taken into a back room, asked the same questions i’d been asked before, told that not being able to breathe was my suffering a larger panic attack than i was used to, that i should’ve taken more of my anti-panic med and that i need to take more prozac and get a therapist and that they’d call deanna to make sure i wasn’t a threat and then they’d let me go.

i had still received no actual medical attention or water. and i’d seen no one really attend to anyone else. a room full of mentally ill patients laying next to each other, completely ignored. 

at 9pm the head of psych at bellevue came to talk to me in the room with the other patients and a social worker. “you aren’t like these guys” she said, pointing to the room. “you’re fine. just get a therapist and take your meds”. she left. i was released. i asked to use the phone to call deanna and that was refused. i got my stuff back, got my shoes from the guard who told me “it’s a good thing you aren’t here overnight, man” and then let out on my own accord.

nearly six hours after i’d called 911 for a medical emergency, i was in a cab on the way home from bellevue with a formal recommendation from the hospital in my pocket to “take more prozac” and “relax for a couple of days”.

and i assure you that’s more than the long-term wards were receiving. 

white privilege is being able to present well enough to get out of bellevue in under 24 hours with your dignity intact. 

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