Please reblog if you know anyone who might take party drugs.
this is so important
Also important information: A cop cannot arrest you for something you already took. You can tell a cop to his face that you just injected black tar heroin in your veins and as long as you don’t currently have any on you (including things like syringes or residue in a pipe), there’s fuck all he can do about it.
I take police reports for a living. The number of people who will happily tell someone “Well officer, this fight started because I smoked crack cocaine earlier,” is astounding and also not at all illegal. The criminal charge is for Possession of a Controlled Substance. If you don’t possess any at the time, there’s no crime. The only thing you can get dinged for is if you’re actively on a drug and driving, in which case - DUI.
Please, please, please tell EMTs what you took. They’re not going to rat you out to the cops and even if they did, you will still be okay.
Spreading the word, being honest with paramedics and doctors can save your life
Jane Elliott giving a lecture on “Color Blindness”
seeing these white people squirm gave me joy.
Mad respect to her bc she made that vid FREE instead of making ppl pay her to repeat us like Tim wise does
Jane Elliot is the definition of a true anti-racism ally.
Loved this video. I also loved when the white girl started crying and she didn’t go running to make her feel better as she had no reason to be crying any way.
new followers, welcome. watch this.
Yeah for every 5 new followers I get I lose 4 because I stay posting shit like this. They think it’s all jokes with me and it’s not. I like to have fun but it’s real for me and if you can’t accept that then begone.
this was actually really gross those people could be gay, trans queer, mentally ill, disabled in a non visible way, abused ect and have to deal with that every day as well so i think she and the school doesn’t have th right to do this shit
GAY WHITE PEOPLE CAN STILL BE RACIST
TRANS AND QUEER WHITE PEOPLE CAN STILL BE RACIST
MENTALLY ILL WHITE PEOPLE CAN STILL BE RACIST
DISABLEDWHITE PEOPLE CAN STILL BE RACIST
WHITE VICTIMS OF ABUSE CAN STILL BE RACIST
BEING MARGINALIZED IN ONE WAY DOES NOT PREVENT YOU FROM PERPETUATING OPPRESSION IN ANOTHER WAY
BEING MARGINALIZED IN ONE WAY DOES NOT PREVENT YOU FROM PERPETUATING OPPRESSION IN ANOTHER WAY
BEING MARGINALIZED IN ONE WAY DOES NOT PREVENT YOU FROM PERPETUATING OPPRESSION IN ANOTHER WAY
I’m not saying I’m surprised by this. That would require me having some scrap of faith in this man. But let me make this very clear:
This is a joke about my people’s genocide.
I have many of my own thoughts about Elizabeth Warren, but that’s not exactly what’s relevant here. Let’s unpack this, shall we? In this tweet we see the president, a white man
Take it upon himself to police native identity
Refer to a woman by the name of a CSA victim as a means of mockery
MAKE A JOKE ABOUT GENOCIDE
Please don’t let this slide. This needs to be addressed.
I feel like Marie Kondo should be added to the trifecta of public figures like Mr. Rogers and Bob Ross that we collectively consider kindly
like, they don’t know us personally or anything, but you know they want you to succeed, improve, and live your best lives
people just gently trying to guide us into treating others well, and being kind to ourselves, and tidying up
A lot of the “”discourse”“ around her is just barely subverted racism. People who don’t like her often listen to “minimalist” magazines that actually do tell you to live off one one t-shirt and a potted cactus.
The pantheon so far:
Bob Ross - Love yourself even with your mistakes!
Mister Rogers - Love your neighbor!
Marie Kondo - Love the place around you!
Stefán Karl Stefánsson
- Take care of yourself!
Steve Irwin - Be kind to animals!
The Wholesome League
I experienced several feelings while drawing this.
Viktor lies on the bed with his head pillowed against the achingly soft flesh of Yuuri’s stomach—heart clenching with each gentle touch of Yuuri’s lips against his forehead.
It’s Viktor’s favorite part of their bedtime routine. Well, maybe his second favorite: sandwiched right between worshipping Yuuri’s body in the form of a full body massage and the times when their mutual appreciation for each other progresses into exploration that is decidedly more eros in nature.
“I think my hair’s gotten thinner,” Viktor says. He doesn’t really mean it: he’s staring down thirty and his receding hairline is just a matter of course at this point, but he enjoys the sweet reassurances such comments garner from Yuuri.
“I wouldn’t care if you went bald,” Yuuri says when his lips aren’t otherwise occupied. He is tireless in his mission to cover the entirety of his husband’s forehead with kisses, no matter how large it grows. “You’d be like the Rock.”
“Hey—“ Viktor sits up enough to drag Yuuri down to the bed by his elbow and pins him there with his hands on Yuuri’s shoulders. “I thought we agreed no talk of the Rock in the bedroom.”
Yuuri giggles and fans himself with his hand. ‘But he’s so dreamy.”
“Okay, that’s it.” Viktor releases Yuuri and scrambles off the bed, and Yuuri flops over on his stomach to watch Viktor with his head propped in his hands.
“Could the Rock do this?” Viktor asks, lifting their floor lamp over his head with an exaggerated roar.
“Oh. So strong.” Yuuri is deadpan.
“Okay,” Viktor sets the lamp back down and grabs for Makkachin. “What about this?” He asks, hoisting the dog up in his arms. Makkachin wags her tail excitedly and licks Viktor’s face, and Yuuri snorts a laugh into the bedspread.
“Pretty impressive,” Yuuri says when he’s stopped laughing.
“Rough crowd, huh, girl?” Viktor asks the dog, setting her gently back into her bed. “But unbeknownst to you—” he points at Yuuri—“I have yet to reveal the true extent of my power.”
“Yeah?” Yuuri’s eyes shine with delight.
Viktor nods and pads across the room back to Yuuri’s side. He bundles Yuuri up in their duvet and lifts him into a bridal carry. “With the power of love!” Viktor declares to his audience of two.
Yuuri covers his mouth with his hands and blushes hard. “It’s like the reverse of our wedding night!”
“You’re not the only strong one in this relationship,” Viktor beams down at his swaddled husband. “Just the stronger one.”
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