living-for-fiction

bisexualpiratequeen:

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

prettyinpixiedust

Anonymous asked:

why is "hate breeds more hate" a bad thing to say?

lookatthisfuckingoppressor answered:

Oh so many reasons.

1) it equates the anger of the oppressed to the hate of their oppressors.
2) it blames oppressed groups for their oppression. Bigotry doesn’t exist because people hate bigots. It exists because oppressed people oppose it. It exists because of bigots and because of privileged folks being complicit or tacitly condoning systems of oppression.
3) it’s fundamentally untrue. Hatred of oppression doesn’t lead to more hatred; it leads to progress.
4) it is used to attack any attempt by oppressed people to obtain liberation. Point out that something or someone is repulsively racist and all of a sudden you’re “breeding more hate”.

It’s a fundamental misrepresentation of reality that blames victims and excuses fucked up behavior.

prettyinpixiedust

jadelyn:

lumos5001:

screaming-till-im-numb:

I want someone to write a book where Mermaids are the women thrown off ships when the sailors got afraid because having a woman on the boat is bad luck. And as they sink to the bottom legs tied together they change slowly until they can breath, until they can use their tied up legs to swim. And they drown sailors in revenge, luring them in by singing in their husky voices still stinging from the salt water they breathed. 

someone please write this

I remember thinking, this cannot be what drowning feels like.  

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thenemeton
have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?

maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via thenemeton)
theappleppielifestyle

Imagine this:
When she tires of waiting for her saviour,
our princess mounts the bucking dragon that prowls the castle gates
and flies to freedom.

Imagine this:
Instead of her husband’s fur smoothing out into skin, his teeth going blunt,
Belle finds coarse, dark hair growing on the back of her palms,
and learns how to grin through a bloody muzzle.
Instead of waiting, Elizabeth Swann sails out to her husband
or rules the seas with a cutlass in one hand and her swollen stomach in the other.

Imagine this:
Our princess rides her dragon guard from her prison
and feels the wind on her face for the first time in years.

Imagine this:
An abandoned Wendy Darling captains her own pirate ship,
one eye always on the horizon.
Pocahontas takes back her land with a tomahawk
and a stolen musket.

Imagine this:
Instead of punishing his mistresses,
Hera takes Zeus by the throat and squeezes.
After the blunders of Orpheus,
Eurydice carves her own way out of Hades.

Imagine this:
Bored of the same old story,
they invent something else for a princess to do
than be rescued.

'Reinventing Rescuing, part iii,' theappleppielifestyle.