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bec-centigrade:

writergrrrl:

pervocracy:

postwhitesociety:

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I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:

1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear.  ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me?  So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”

2) Women not having cheat codes.  ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me.  I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me.  Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”

3) Women not being a hive mind.  ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles.  Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all.  Make up your mind, women!”

4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”

5) Women sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking/feeling because society has taught us that certain emotions and reactions are unacceptable (i.e. you must be nice to men even when they’re creeps because man feelings are delicate and must be protected at all costs).

6) Women sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking/feeling because we’re used to our thoughts and emotions being invalidated and can learn to invalidate them ourselves.

7) You didn’t even fucking ask. 

8) You see women as NPCs instead of people, so when they act like people you’re surprised and wonder how such a sophisticated NPC can exist and what algorithms drive it, instead of interacting with her as a human being.

“Oh, we just grow a few things inside, like peppers and kittens.” on Flickr.

“Oh, we just grow a few things inside, like peppers and kittens.”

moniquill:

bearhatalice:

necturusmaculosus:

busket:

stunningpicture:

Perfectly timed wedding photo

so she’s marrying a shark in disguise right

when will my reflection show

who i am

inside

Nobody suspects a thing

Ok sso I wanted to reply to this with a screencap of an erotic wereshark novel because I knew that one had to exist.

The problem I had wasn’t finding one.

It was finding that there are TOO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM.

kriatyrr:

Sun-ripened kitty

I take pants out of the dresser and Zoan takes their place. on Flickr.

I take pants out of the dresser and Zoan takes their place.

ccoastal:

hanars:

luckykrys:

thecreach:

luckykrys:

“Anne Bonny and Mary Read were pirates, as renowned for their ruthlessness as for their gender, and during their short careers challenged the sailors’ adage that a woman’s presence on shipboard invites bad luck.”

Sculpture by Erik Christianson.

I’m not entirely sure that the statue really needed to have a tit out.

How dare women try to have nipples.

Actually I’ve seen this before and I can tell you— it’s because these women were bad ass pirates and when they killed someone they’d expose one or both breasts so that when their victim died, (s)he knew that they were killed by a woman.

ACTUALLY Anne Bonny purposely wore loose fitting clothes and displayed her breasts openly at all times during battle – mainly because men were distracted by them, and she took pleasure in killing said men while they were too busy staring at her breasts. Mary Read dressed mainly as a man (after posing as her deceased brother, Mark, for the entirety of her childhood) and both ladies cross-dressed from time to time, hopping between ships. They were known as the ‘fierce hell cats’ due to their ferocious tempers, and were key elements to Captain ‘Calico Jack’ Rackham’s crew – they were the only two known female pirates in the Golden Age of Caribbean piracy. IN FACT, when the ship was captured by the British Navy, Anne and Mary were the ONLY TWO pirates who fought while the males of the crew hid – they were all tried to be hung as pirates but Bonny and Read were both pregnant and were pardoned.

Calico Jack was a lover to Bonny, and as he was to be hung, Bonny’s final words to him were, “Had you fought like a man, you need not be hung like a dog.” Bonny and Read were possibly two of the most badass fucking pirates and they were FEMALE. The more you know. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_O’Malley

And then there is Grace O’Malley, a badass enough pirate that she had a meeting with Queen Elizabeth to discuss her backing Irish lords in rebellion. She’s the so-called “Queen of Pirates”. She went along the Irish and British coasts rather than the Caribbean, however.

I’m apparently a direct descendant.