This is a multi-fandom blog, quickly reduced to gibberish by pretty things, and prone to sudden fits of food porn, art and science.
An art nouveau silver overlay decanter by the Gorham Company in 1900
i will never understand the logic of screaming as loud as possible at a concert like wow you finally get to see them live in concert let’s make sure no one hears them at all
I fucking want there to be a store called Build A Bra which is like Build A Bear but instead you get to build a bra and choose the straps and the colors and the style and EVERYTHING AND IT WOULD BE MAGICAL AND WONDERFUL
what is wrong with me it’s not even christmas time yet: peppermint mocha edition.
things I will not judge you for
- your gender
- your sexuality
- your race
things I will judge you for
- infinite scroll
- autoplay
- a theme that doesn’t show tags
The characters of Once Upon a Time as the twelve common character archetypes (inspired by this post)
Hi, there.
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.Reblogging this again because it’s perfect.
