happy earth day friends
this is…the best possible use of this particular gif.
Cosplay is not Consent (Male Victim harassment stories)
Cosplay is not Consent is a movement to raise awareness about the rising problem of sexual harassment at anime/comic conventions. Please just watch out for each other. Sexual assault happens to both genders.
Anyone can be a victim. It’s time to stand up. Sharing this on all my pages because this is so freaking important. Please watch this video.
Okay, so I am getting really worried because my dad is not answering his phone and he was supposed to pick me up and take me somewhere hours ago. I called him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. It might have just died, but that is not helping my nerves though. I think I might go to the tracker to see where he is. I am trying not to over react, but I am starting to get scared…
I FUCKING FOUND HIM, THAT DUMBASS.
So, for graduation, we have this thing where we can pick a buddy to walk with us down the isle. Since we didn’t get out of class for a few minutes. The lady decided to have everyone pick someone at that moment. With all the friends I have, guess who got left out?
Me.
Always fucking me.
It seems they can be my friend when they want to get a ride or go to and event or stay at a hotel or have me film something, but when it comes to actually considering me, I am fucking DROPPED.
What is worse is that the people who I asked apparently had a partner picked out WAY before I asked. which makes it EXTREMELY embarrassing when you have to walk away rejected.
Which happens to me a lot.
There is always going to be a odd-one-out, I understand that, but… why not even consider me?
Why am I not good enough?
I guess this just goes to show that I am alone. And no matter how much I do for these people, I will always be last. And that FUCKING HURTS.
Thanks you guys, you are fucking awesome.
i think we’re out of ink
get the salt
there were no digital effects used in that shot. they actually had David Bowie hanging upsidedown on this rig system with his boot glued to the brick. then they just flipped him around and were like, ok David, don’t die.
ok David, don’t die
