ulltron:

i dont have an faq because no one fucking asks me anything

freedominwickedness:

hyenaboy:

Yes, being in a female dominated field, I do know what it means to be marginalized. “

oh

my

god

omg

oh my fucking god

The really ugly part is they’ve actually done multiple sociological studies on this, and guess what the result is? Men in female-dominated fields aren’t marginalized at all; they get special treatment and are fast-tracked to the top, getting more credit for their work, faster promotions, and greater pay and benefits than their female colleagues.

Here’s one study. Here’s another. And another.

elysedc:

The ultimate dad joke compilation

breadmaakesyoufat:

breadmaakesyoufat:

one time when i was 14, i pretended i was sick so i could stay home from school, i pretended i couldn’t talk, and i pretended to have a really sore throat, turned out my mum was really convinced and worried, so she took me to the hospital, i was very shocked when the doctor actually found out i had laryngitis. the next day i couldn’t talk and had a sore throat, oh irony, art thou a bitch.

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stay home from school. save your own life.

wraths-pledge asked: Hello! I am an aspiring professional artist and I was wondering about that art scholarship you drew for. Could you tell me what is it please?

yoyonaki:

Too busy to explain my art but here’s some few parts I took from my scholarship wall petition:

I believe that each one of our illustrations are inspired by everything around us: friends, stories, or even your dreams. I want to show my dreams and the feeling of loneliness I’ve been growing up with. The past years, I’ve been an isolated person from my families/friends and I want to convey that feelings towards my paintings to the viewers. The narrations of my pieces are very personal to me. Being isolated from friends and families, I’ve been dreaming of an empty world with strange abstract plants around me, sort of creating an oasis that comforts me. My characters in my paintings represent me because I feel that I am very empty, not caring about others. But instead of painting my portraits or a realistic/imaginary character that represents me, I went for the white color instead of colorful colors because white color reminds me of an empty canvas, like my emotions. I also add in my memories of my childhood into my art. The abstract landscapes are from my love for nature and how I used to go hiking every weekend. The tropical plants/flowers are from my grandmother’s garden were I learned to love plants and flowers. The idea of drawing just the left/right eye is from when I hurt one my my eye in elementary. I want the paintings/drawings to be me; I want to show what I am really inside. What I struggle with, what I love, and what I really hate.

in another words, I’m a very emotional human being LOL but I hope my answer helped you understand my piece?

gazaranightshood:

alihendrixed:

the fact that most queer characters on tv only have straight friends is so laughable to me because in my group of friends that i’ve had since middle school, all but one of us has revealed ourselves to be queer one way or another, like we subconsciously gathered together.

TV has the “token LBGTQ person” real life has the token “straight person”

rainbow-femme:

I’m sick of magical worlds with no technology. I want fairy run coffee shops where you can get a latte with a shot of charisma, because you’ve got a big presentation you’re worried about, or witches working at Apple selling phones that automatically appear in your pocket if you accidentally leave it somewhere, or psychics running hair salons who always know how you want your hair to look, or aura reader therapists. I just really want normalized magic in modern society

stunningpicture:

I was at a horse race yesterday when some kid lost his balloon…

stunningpicture:

I was at a horse race yesterday when some kid lost his balloon…

wheresagnes:

aztec-princesss:

gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

*runs to target- i need to get my babydoll one for her 1st bday

ohmygosh and the one from Ethiopia has natural hair which you can’t get from the American Girl “just like you” dolls!

thewritingcafe:

Word Tracking Spreadsheets - These sheets also have sections for character and plot information.