"To this end, we are calling on Facebook users to contact advertisers whose ads on Facebook appear next to content that targets women for violence, to ask these companies to withdraw from advertising on Facebook until you take the above actions to ban gender-based hate speech on your site.
Specifically, we are referring to groups, pages and images that explicitly condone or encourage rape or domestic violence or suggest that they are something to laugh or boast about. Pages currently appearing on Facebook include Fly Kicking Sluts in the Uterus, Kicking your Girlfriend in the Fanny because she won’t make you a Sandwich, Violently Raping Your Friend Just for Laughs, Raping your Girlfriend and many, many more. Images appearing on Facebook include photographs of women beaten, bruised, tied up, drugged, and bleeding, with captions such as “This bitch didn’t know when to shut up” and “Next time don’t get pregnant.”
These pages and images are approved by your moderators, while you regularly remove content such as pictures of women breastfeeding, women post-mastectomy and artistic representations of women’s bodies. In addition, women’s political speech, involving the use of their bodies in non-sexualized ways for protest, is regularly banned as pornographic, while pornographic content - prohibited by your own guidelines - remains. It appears that Facebook considers violence against women to be less offensive than non-violent images of women’s bodies, and that the only acceptable representation of women’s nudity are those in which women appear as sex objects or the victims of abuse. Your common practice of allowing this content by appending a [humor] disclaimer to said content literally treats violence targeting women as a joke."
yo i ain’t saying she’s a gold-digger but she does carry a weird pan everywhere and keep mumbling stuff about “gold in them there hills” idk so yeah she is probably a gold digger
"But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return."
YEAH, SHE’S GOOD LOOKING, I GUESS. NOT REALLY MY TYPE. I LIKE A BIGGER WINGSPAN.
THERE WE GO. PAGE 236. LOOK AT THE PLUMAGE ON THAT ONE. SWEET JESUS.
To Solve a Mystery: A Dick Mystery Mystery
Chapter Four: Streets of Mystery
I ran down the street with the Mercedes Bonanza Emerald stuffed in my coat. It was then that the dame who’d hired me stepped out of an alleyway and cold-cocked me with a frozen chicken.
I hit the sidewalk like a rented mule, except in this scenario I was being hurled against the mule and also it was flat, about 6x5 per paving brick, and made of concrete.
“I am Hairball Reynolds,” said the dame, taking the emerald, “and that was a real gem and mineral museum.”
“Well,” I said, bleeding on my shirt, “I guess that seems obvious in retrospect.”
“Yeah,” said Reynolds, putting the emerald in a briefcase, “you are incredibly stupid. Just unbelievably dumb.” She walked away and hailed a cab. She was probably going to Morocco or Switzerland or somewhere else where glamorous dames lounged poolside with stolen fortunes. I sighed wistfully and tried to reset my broken nose.
The police pulled up a minute later. An officer squatted down beside me on the sidewalk. ”You are 100% the guy who stole that emerald,” he said. ”So where is it?”
“Officer,” I said, “I have another theft to report.”
“What? What was stolen?”
“Okay,” said the policeman, “that is not a real crime so you are hell of under arrest.”
THE END, but Dick Mystery will return in…THE AMAZING STAIRCASE
i fell in love with him like ketchup falls out of a bottle: slowly, and then all at once.
OH MY GOD YES
this is like a dick mystery line
She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
(Source: catelyn-tully, via boiledleather)