Thats not a solution, that's arson!

the secret lives of real birbs!

in my notifications

the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.

maybe i’m a joyless bitch but i actually do NOT think it’s funny to see women being like “the house is just in my husbands name” or “my husband makes all the money” or “i don’t even know who our mortgage is with” or “the only bank account/credit card is his and i get an allowance” like i do NOT find that cute or romantic and i am begging these women to Stand Up. you should at least be named on the deed to your house and the title to your car and the bank accounts even if you don’t pay for them/earn all the money. you can’t stop existing in the eyes of the law and the credit unions simply because you have a husband. if you’re raising his children and washing his socks half of everything he’s got is yours and it needs to be yours LEGALLY BY NAME. "he takes such good care of me :)" girl you are a PRISONER!! that’s all

"But my husband is a good man! He would never abuse/leave/cheat on me!"

Alright, let's give you the benefit of the doubt and say your husband is a perfect angel of a human being. He does take care of you, and he does it well. Your life is great, you get along, you have beautiful kids and a beautiful home.

What's going to happen to you if he stops being able to provide?

If his job lays him off or cuts his hours? If he becomes too disabled to work? If he goes to prison? If he dies suddenly?

What if you have to get a job to make sure you and your kids can still eat and have a home?

If you plan on seriously sharing your happily ever after with someone, you are going to have to pull your head out of the romantic fairy tale clouds and start planning for the worst case scenarios.

if your husband was really a good man you would be on the mortgage so if he gets hit by a bus the bank doesn't take the fucking house back. if he was really a good man he'd make sure you had enduring legal protections to take care of you after his death, not just whatever bits of money he cares to dole out during his lifetime.

I feel like this rise in "trad" appeal comes from telling people that they can choose to never deal with certain hard parts of adulthood as long as they only do their traditional half.

Men, there's no need to ever bother with cooking or cleaning or nannying your own children (all degrading feminine work) as long as you assume the role of the protector and the household head who can win the bread and make the decisions.

Women, there's no need to learn the hard and complicated things about taxes, mortgages, utility bills and work (scary masculine concepts) as long as you focus on looking beautiful, keeping the house in order, and mothering your husband's children.

But actually, men who don't know their children's doctor information, or birthdays, or know how to change a diaper, or how to do laundry, or how to grocery shop, are NOT cute.

And in fact, women who don't know anything about their own finances beyond "teehee my husband gives me an allowance" are also NOT cute.

I get why these things are appealing, because they come with this false promise that you can fall into a role and never ever half to think about half the hard parts of adulthood.

But if you're an entire adult person, then you do need--for yourself, for your family, for your children, for your safety--to know these things. Especially financials, because if your partner leaves you (or if you need to leave your partner), you need to know your money and your bills.

When you ignore one half of these in favor of just your traditional gender role, you get men living in squalor whose children no longer talk to them and women in total financial ruin after their husbands leave or die.

Sharing responsibilities to ease a burden is fine. It makes sense. But that is not the same as closing your eyes entirely to half your life, thrusting that responsibility entirely on someone else, which could leave you dangling off a cliff if that person ever leaves

rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please

can i have some of your autism? just a taste bro i swear

thank you for getting exactly what i meant

confirmed: autism transmitted via wanton slutiness. now gimme

just to confirm. i now have autism #thankyousluts

folks its viral. remember to fag strong together

randomly rememebered a very silly maya content creator AU i came up with like 2 years ago. its just dumb fun haha

obsessed with the tags by @therobinflieseast

we are pitting bad bitches against each other for gladitorial entertainment

Let’s be real here, both of these women were plagued by depression and disease most of their lives… They’re both brilliant, but this isn’t two bad bitches taking out their earring to rip out each other’s weave. This is two poor little meow meows smacking at each other before they collapse from radiation poisoning and a brain tumor, respectively.

I’m still putting my money on Skłodowska-Curie. She’s got that dog in her.

Those polls when there’s one clear choice, and apparently everyone else agrees.

i have a new theory called alive internet theory where i propose that the internet is full of real people and you can befriend some of them even and maybe actually kiss them and more

I saw @mao-likes-2-draw 's art of and post with an AA Chicago AU and uh... I was a little inspired since I have a few books of 1920s fashion plates.

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your honor? im just a girl

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

it's actually UNREAL to me that they still wear those stupid fucking wigs in british courts ill forget about it and then remember all of a sudden and black out like howwwww can you still be doing that!

THEY WHAT LMFAO

honestly just put me straight in the jail i don't even wanna bear witness to this

is anybody else seeing this

For April Fools' Day, Tumblr deleted every post on the site and all that was left were a bunch of text posts talking about people being literally trapped in the site.

For April Fools' Day, Tumblr deleted every post on the site and all that was left were a bunch of text posts talking about people being literally trapped in the site.