packs 2 hours before leaving for a trip
unpacks 3 months after coming home
Powerful video "Bullying starts and ends with us"
That girl at 2:20 pls marry me.
No one ever stepped in to help me, Ill be damned if i dont ever step into help someone else.
Honestly I can’t believe most of these people did nothing. That is so disgusting .
she was just checkin her email though..
This is sickening.
HEY TUMBLR, LET’S PLAY A GAME
To play this game, go to MapCrunch, select “hide location”, make sure you have all countries unselected, and click go. What this will do is drop you in a random part of the world. It’s as if you woke up on the side of a road in an unfamiliar country. The goal of the game is to find your way to an airport so you can return home.
Bonus Hard Mode: No using outside sources, and that includes using google maps to figure out your location from signs or landmarks
…I had plans today but now.
THE AIRPORT GAME IS BACK.
FUCK THIS GAME
LAST TIME I PLAYED IT DUMPED ME IN THE MOUNTAINS OF NORWAY
I PLAYED FOR LIKE 8 HOURS BEFORE BREAKING DOWN CRYING
OMG NO STOP THIS GAME IS MY LIFE!!!
WHY IS THIS BACK
I HAVEN’T USED THIS GIF SINCE FEBRUARY
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Okay. I understood all the flack Twilight got for being an abusive relationship. Because it was and it was being read by a very young and impressionable audience. But ffs, 50 Shades is an ADULT NOVEL. Iit is about a BDSM couple. Which - newsflash - do exist. It is a completely consensual form of dominate/submissive sex play. The whole concept of domestic violence and abuse is that one side exerts control over an unwilling victim. I don’t recall Anastasia, or whatever she’s called, protesting to Christian’s form of sex. If I remember correctly, she quite enjoyed it! So before you condemn a work of romanticizedfiction, actually consider it’s audience and remember that they are mature and capable enough to know the difference between reality and fiction.
so i guess you didn’t read the parts where he coerces her and the part where he continues after she has used her safeword and acts like a fucking creep whenever they aren’t having sex
it is the worst possible introduction to BDSM i could imagine
i know my shit okay
im hoping the people defending this book are 1. never getting into BDSM 2. not currently into BDSM 3. havent read the book bc i dont want to believe anyone is that fucking stupid
knowledge on you right now.
Wanna know the BDSM mantra? Safe, sane, consensual.
So let me explain why this book was devoid of all three of these things.
Safe - In the first few chapters of the novel, Christian Grey tracks Ana’s cell phone to find her at a club. Takes her home when she’s drunk, changes her when she’s so intoxicated she doesn’t remember him doing so,and informs her he will be keeping tabs on her for her own benefit. This is not the behaviour of a respectable Dominant. This is the behaviour of a power hungry, abusive asshole who really can’t take no for an answer.
Sane - One of the most important parts of BDSM is aftercare. Scenes can be extremely traumatizing and intense for the submissive. Aftercare is anything from petting to cuddling to holding to sweet talking, whatever degree of gentleness a bottom would need to pull them out of “subspace”. How does Christian provide aftercare? He submits Ana to a traumatizing first time spanking experience AND THEN FUCKING LEAVES. AND GETS MAD THAT SHE DIDN’T TELL HIM SHE WAS UPSET. He’s the one who should fucking know better! That, again, is not the act of a responsible Dominant. It’s the act of a selfish abuser.
Consensual - Did I mention he undressed her when she was belligerently drunk? Tracked her phone to locate her? He also buys her a new car despite her saying no countless times. Now, consent is important for any kind of sexual activity at all. Consent means informed, consent means enthusiastic. Informed, enthusiastic consent. This is crucial in a BDSM setting. Scenes can be extremely intense, especially for the bottom. What is Christian’s form of obtaining consent? Handing Ana a fucking contract highlighting all the things he wants to do her asshole and asking her to sign it. She was a virgin (Don’t even get me fucking started.) who had never before been exposed to BDSM. Entering in that kind of relationship takes a gargantuan amount of trust and knowledge so you know exactly what you’re getting into. Not reading a list of kinks on a piece of paper and signing your rights to say no away. Christian didn’t offer her resources, he didn’t offer her information. He gave her an ultimatum. That is not the sort of consent a responsible Dom/me would seek from their submissive.
Fuck. This. book. It’s written in a shitty way, it’s a terrible example of a BDSM relationship (ask anybody already involved in the lifestyle and watch them go blue in the face just thinking about it), which is already faced with enough prejudice and misunderstand, and it romanticizes and glorifies abuse.
And this post is going into my bookmarks, because it is beautiful.
HEY LOOK EVERYTHING I HATE ABOUT 50 SHADES SERIES IN ONE
ooo, someone actually broke down the Safe Sane Consensual thing and how 50 Shades DOESN’T EVEN TOUCH IT WITH A 10 FOOT POLE.
I got so tired of explaining why what I liked was different from this piece of shit. Thank you.
November has come to an end. Congratulations, writers. You survived. To those who reached the end of their stories; Congratulations! You did it. To those who crossed the 50,000 word mark but have not hit the end of the story; Congratulations! Good job, and don’t give up now! To those who started but did not reach the 50,000 words; Congratulations! Don’t give up! You can try again next month, or next year, or the year after!
If this was your first year and you didn’t make it to 50k or it is your first year and you did, welcome to the party! If you’re a returning Wrimo, YEAAH!!!!!! *high fives all around*
You—every single one of you—did something pretty spectacular this month. Whether you ‘won’ or not, you made the decision to start something incredible and that takes guts. Not everyone with a story can stand up and say “I am writing a novel!” and then actually do it. So to those who did not finish this year, best of luck and keep at it. Don’t give up.
This was my fifth year participating in NaNoWriMo. Five years ago I had no idea what I was doing. I thought the story would just happen as I wrote—it didn’t. I hit 50k and then buried the thing and have not looked at it again. The following year, I hit 50k but did not finish the story. Year 3 I decided that the challenge would be writing “THE END” by the 30th. I did it, by two minutes. Last year I just wrote.
This year, the challenge had to be different. I decided to participate in Camp NaNo in July; I decided the 30th of June. July 1st, I spent the whole day reading the ‘adopt-a-plot’ thread on the forum looking for the inspiration for a novel. I found it, and the story sort of exploded…in minutes. It was woven around and between characters I had already been developing, I had planned a different story for them all together but this was just too good to pass up. Inspiration had struck.
Inspiration does not often strike when I am at my computer.
I barely managed to write the 50 in July; but the goal had been to write every day which I did accomplish. I wrote throughout August. In September and October I started plotting the second part. Two months of mad scribbling in a notebook. Getting ready for November.
I started writing part two November 1st. I chose to challenge myself this year by not only writing 50,000 words, but also doing it without my usual outside prodding; no word wars, no word sprints, no write-or-die. I have never completed 50k without Write Or Die.
It was brutal. Half hour sprints in Write or Die that could easily rack up a thousand words or more gave way to two hour grinds that yielded the same. But every word had weight because they were just ME. Grinding away at it. They weren’t all good words; whole scenes were written with the thought that they were going to likely be cut because I hated them. But I wrote them anyway. I felt great. I was ahead, not by a lot, but enough to be comfortable. On day 21 I was sitting pretty at over 44,000 words.
My hard-drive chose that moment to die.
Naturally I had not backed up my files.
I lost all of part two. It was a crushing blow. Every attempt to recover the data (by smarter people than me) failed. I considered just throwing in the towel and trying again next year. The worst part was knowing that it had been preventable.
The first hour after losing everything was the worst. By hour four I had calculated the words I needed to hit 50k on time. By hour five I was wavering between gross sobbing and burning determination. By hour seven I knew I was going to try.
I was at work at eight am the next morning; I didn’t work until 2pm. I opened Write or Die—no time for distractions or thinking. I wrote in 50 minute chunks with only ten minutes (or less) for breaks. I did that for four days. I was burning out pretty bad by monday night. Monday is our write in day; I was struggling to stay focused. My wordcount was growing by insane leaps and bounds. On the 26th I had to take a day off; the idea of looking at my writing made me feel physically ill. I felt better the 27th, but my focus was off a little. Better, but not 100%.
Day 28 I was back. The character’s voices are flowing—not always, but mostly—and when my graph crossed the grey daily goal, I very nearly burst into messy sobbing in Starbucks. Sure I wasn’t at 50k yet, but I was nearly there—I had recovered from the loss, and then some. And when I did cross that 50k marker, I did cry.
I know a few people who could do what I did; I know more people who can’t. The crazy part about this, isn’t that I finished the words; the crazy part is that I didn’t give up when I could have. In the end, this mad adventure taught me several things; 1- Back up your novel. Just do it. All the time. Every five seconds if you can set it up automatically; 2-Don’t give up, even if you do suffer a setback you can recover from it; and 3-It doesn’t matter HOW you write your novel, only that you do. As long as the words come from inside of you, as long as you are the one putting them on paper it doesn’t matter what motivation you use to get you there.
Writing is hard work. Some of it is fun; researching things when you should be writing is awesome, but writing is hard work. It is nine tenths dedication; you have to be willing to sit down and do whatever you have to in order to focus. Turn off your electronics, unplug your modem. I think I’m going to need to invest in something that allows me to track my wordcount with a graph. I seem to have become addicted to my little graph. It is so rewarding when it goes UP!
The other thing I would encourage you to do is write. Just write. Write every day. Some days you will hate everything you put down, and other days it will come so easily you will absolutely not want to stop. Write for five minutes, write for an hour. Write a single paragraph. Write a page. Write three pages. Write when the muse comes. If it doesn’t write until it does. If it still doesn’t, take a break. Then write more. Take a notebook with you everywhere. Write in that. Don’t worry about making it perfect; a first draft never is. Don’t worry if the details in the beginning don’t match the end. You can change that later. Just write. write down your questions. Answer them. Write more questions, answer those.
But by far the coolest thing I learned from doing NaNoWriMo these past years is that I am a Writer.
I think that’s pretty cool.