Tiny Kitten Teeth

I've got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

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The strongest ‘pound for pound’ muscle is the uterus: it weighs around 2 pounds but during childbirth can exert a downward force of 400 Newtons, which is one hundred times as strong as gravity and equivalent to the power in a fully extended modern longbow. 

Gentlemen.

A FULLY EXTENDED MODERN LONGBOW GEE GREAT THANKS NOW ALL I SEE IS A WOMAN FIRING A FUCKING BABY OUT OF HER UTERUS AT AN ARCHERY TARGET

Naming my uterus Merida because it’s spunky, covered in flaming red, and CAN SHOOT A FUCKING FULLY EXTENDED LONG BOW OMfg

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Filed under A FULLY EXTENDED MODERN LONGBOW MY UTERUS IS MERIDA Merida Brave misandry 2013

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randomstabbing: hilariousslut: aliveforalittlewhile: warcrimenancydrew: historywhore: warcrimenancydrew: do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less? This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once. ^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much. In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s. It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.

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do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?

This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.

^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.

In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.

It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.

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wincestified: linkzilla: Who remembers these? #wow man paper clips i sure do have a use for these in my every day six year old life #shit is that a ruler man y’all gettin crazy i’m not even ready to comprehend centimeters #okay those are some nice markers but um they’re not arranged by color and it’s triggering my ocd very early on #oh wait nope i lied about the markers being nice they don’t fucking work at all this is HORSE SHIT you are the roseart of markers #you can’t go wrong with paint right i bet i will draw some SICK people with these #well fuck you too vaguely tinted water that isn’t at all painty #aw colored pencils yiss my big sister uses these now we have something to talk about i am finally COOL #FUCK YOU PENCILS YOU TORE MY GODDAMN COLORING BOOK#nice try oil pastels but mom says i can’t eat you or draw on the walls with you so i kind of have no use for you #crayons don’t even start with me #you don’t even have a brand do you #this is horse shit mom #why can’t you get me a twelve pack of crayola #or SHIT a 64 pack there is no way that a 64 pack would cost more than this come on let’s be real #wait why am i given a stapler #why are you giving a child a stapler #there should be a childrens book about this #’if you give a child a stapler they’re gonna staple their thumb and cry about it for an hour’ #thanks for the safety scissors #my barbies scissor harder than those scissors scissor #and uh. glue that doesn’t…glue…anything. #it doesn’t even taste good #fuck you man fuck you #my barbies scissor harder than those scissors scissor

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linkzilla:

Who remembers these?

#wow man paper clips i sure do have a use for these in my every day six year old life #shit is that a ruler man y’all gettin crazy i’m not even ready to comprehend centimeters #okay those are some nice markers but um they’re not arranged by color and it’s triggering my ocd very early on #oh wait nope i lied about the markers being nice they don’t fucking work at all this is HORSE SHIT you are the roseart of markers #you can’t go wrong with paint right i bet i will draw some SICK people with these #well fuck you too vaguely tinted water that isn’t at all painty #aw colored pencils yiss my big sister uses these now we have something to talk about i am finally COOL #FUCK YOU PENCILS YOU TORE MY GODDAMN COLORING BOOK#nice try oil pastels but mom says i can’t eat you or draw on the walls with you so i kind of have no use for you #crayons don’t even start with me #you don’t even have a brand do you #this is horse shit mom #why can’t you get me a twelve pack of crayola #or SHIT a 64 pack there is no way that a 64 pack would cost more than this come on let’s be real #wait why am i given a stapler #why are you giving a child a stapler #there should be a childrens book about this #’if you give a child a stapler they’re gonna staple their thumb and cry about it for an hour’ #thanks for the safety scissors #my barbies scissor harder than those scissors scissor #and uh. glue that doesn’t…glue…anything. #it doesn’t even taste good #fuck you man fuck you

#my barbies scissor harder than those scissors scissor

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Filed under pictured above: my childhood mine had an eraser instead of paperclips and my mom always took the white paint away and I actually used the oil pastels?

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commovente: Hari Kuyo is a Japanese festival dedicated to old and broken needles. Celebrated every year on the 8th of February, this festival sees hundreds of women dressed in colorful kimonos, gathering at various Shinto shrines or Buddhist temples in and around Tokyo. This 400-year-old ritual involves sticking old and broken needles into soft chunks of tofu or jelly as a way of showing thanks for their hard work. I suppose this tradition springs from the Eastern system of displaying gratitude towards objects that are a source of livelihood. It also reflects on the animist belief that all beings and objects have a soul. It’s not just about needles, several Japanese women consider Hari Kuyo as a time to value the small, everyday objects of daily life that are otherwise forgotten. Mottainai is the concept of not being wasteful about small things. Burying needles in tofu is said to symbolize rest for the needles, as they are wrapped with tenderness. It’s also about the many sorrows that women are believed to carry in their hearts, the burdens of which are passed on to the needles during many hours of sewing. So the needles do deserve a proper farewell and rest at the end of their service. According to Ryojo Shioiri, a Buddhist monk, “Sometimes there are painful things and secrets that women can’t tell men, and they put these secrets into the pins and ask the gods to get rid of them.” (source) 

commovente:

Hari Kuyo is a Japanese festival dedicated to old and broken needles. Celebrated every year on the 8th of February, this festival sees hundreds of women dressed in colorful kimonos, gathering at various Shinto shrines or Buddhist temples in and around Tokyo. This 400-year-old ritual involves sticking old and broken needles into soft chunks of tofu or jelly as a way of showing thanks for their hard work. I suppose this tradition springs from the Eastern system of displaying gratitude towards objects that are a source of livelihood. It also reflects on the animist belief that all beings and objects have a soul.

It’s not just about needles, several Japanese women consider Hari Kuyo as a time to value the small, everyday objects of daily life that are otherwise forgotten. Mottainai is the concept of not being wasteful about small things. Burying needles in tofu is said to symbolize rest for the needles, as they are wrapped with tenderness. It’s also about the many sorrows that women are believed to carry in their hearts, the burdens of which are passed on to the needles during many hours of sewing. So the needles do deserve a proper farewell and rest at the end of their service. According to Ryojo Shioiri, a Buddhist monk, “Sometimes there are painful things and secrets that women can’t tell men, and they put these secrets into the pins and ask the gods to get rid of them.” (source) 

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Filed under that last line is heart-wrenching only good use for tofu