Today, I read an article about a woman with HIV who was raped. The man that attacked her is now HIV positive. All of the commentary surround this was about how she should have told him she was HIV+ and that women with HIV should have a badge or special underwear so that this doesn’t happen to another man. It is 12:12am and I am already done with the world.
That is rape culture
THIS POST WINS FOR THE MOST HORRIFYING THING I’VE READ ALL DAY
when shots are fired but you have a good comeback
AT FIRST YOU THINK: #jk #hans is in ur way #cuz u get hit by his horse #lol nice timing frozen writers
THEN IT HITS YOU: #oh hi foreshadowing how’s it goin #yeah like hans was gonna get in the way of Anna finding true love cuz he’s evil and #oh shit wait you mean #and he was getting in the way of Anna and Elsa becoming close again #like he was gonna kill Elsa and stuff omg #yeah that’s not cool #thats crazy #alright ttyl foreshadowing thanks for ur help #bye
what if hans was trying to kill anna then and there and a boat caught her
OH MY GOSH
apparently the key to happiness is to have a long and crappy winter
and if you can’t have that, surround yourself with deadly wildlife
or maybe these countries have free or reasonably priced health care, good education and costs nothing or very little, marriage equality(not all do however on the list but they at least aren’t extremely homophobic either), decent minimum wages, stable economies, low crime rates and so forth and also deadly wildlife because we protect our environment
When you’re in public wearing merch and you see someone else wearing merch of the same thing so you just kinda subtly make your merch more visible in hopes that they’ll notice you
YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR
I was rewatching this last night with some of the usual suspects, and I noticed a thing: this is the only time Elsa slips on ice.
She later runs up a staircase made of ice, in heels, while skipping steps, and this is the only time she slips on ice.
I wonder, if on days upon weeks locked in her room, watching life outside from her window, and spends hours upon hours walking on ice. In slippers, in heels, barefoot even. Runs laps around her room, maybe jumping jacks, all just to practice. So she’ll never, ever slip on her own ice again. Because she lost her footing once, and it nearly cost her everything. (And look who paid, paid so dearly that it’s still written in her hair.)
And she’d rather damn herself than lose her footing again. (Turns out, that didn’t matter, in the end.)
Man I feel really bad for the Tumblr Staff because I bet they aimed for Tumblr to be a cool, suavé, photographic place for artists but in reality it’s made up of hormonal teenagers who obsess over gay fictional characters, and can’t even handle the reblog button turning green to teal
IT IS MINT GREEN
I’VE REBLOGGED THIS TWICE BEFORE REALISING THAT THE STAFF SAID THAT!
molly hooper’s hair appreciation post
The farther away from valentines day it gets the funnier it is
Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue.
Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark.
This is like my favorite gif….