supey:

terry mcginnis/me

crowry:

A tutorial on “Social Justice” for the tumblr user:

• Learn to listen. Know which fights are yours to say words about and which ones are better left to people who actually know enough to deal with them, and if you don’t know which is which, educate yourself. You are online—you have the whole internet worth of resources. Ask for help. 
• If you say things and people tell you you’re being hurtful, apologize. Try to understand what you said that was hurtful and recognize that your right to say unnecessarily hurtful things is not more important than the well-being of others.
• If you are hurt or offended by something someone says and are able, let them know what they’ve done. 
• If something is “going viral,” research it. 
• Recognize your privileges and recognize when the use of them is appreciated.
• If someone with less privilege is telling you to stop speaking for them,
• stop.
• Right then. Stop. 
• Seriously just listen to people.
• Chances are you don’t understand everything, and sometimes you will feel bad about things you have said and done and been given throughout your life, but do not stop because of this. 
• Ask questions! Ask questions politely and publicly. Apologize politely and publicly, and do so only if sincere. 
• :^)

(via buttastic)

introspectivestardust:

As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.

As long as I can’t watch an episode of a popular sitcom without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.

As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.

As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.

As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.

As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.

As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.

As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.

As long as dressing like a women is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.

As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.

As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.

As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re one the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.

As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them”, I am a feminist.

As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.

As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men then women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.

As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with him whenever he wants, I am a feminist.

As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.

As long as misogynist people exist, I am a feminist.

(via imlingy)

outofthecavern:

kingchips:

but no you guys

jason todd jacking off

i think about this so much it’s a little ridiculous

but i just like the idea of him being kind of tired and only wearing his underwear because it’s hot okay

and idec what he’s getting off to the point is that it’s jason todd and he’s got his cock pulled out and he makes breathy growls and sighs until he comes and it’s great okay

Jason doesn’t have all the time in the world, heck, it’s rare that he even has time for himself anymore but he’s got exactly twenty minutes before he has to be out on patrol and damn it he’s going to take it.

He’s fresh from sleep, body rested and wired at the same time. Muscles wanting to work and wanting to relax too. Silky black, skin tight boxers the only clothing that covers skin.

He starts slow, tips of his fingers trailing over the fabric, feeling the silk move slightly with the pressure along his trapped shaft. He makes a breathily sound, breathing out heavily at the shiver of muscle he causes. He’s already mostly hard and the shadow of his cock was dark and prominent, already leaking, already soiling.

He grins, deep and dark at just the thought of cumming onto his stomach, to feel his own pleasure, warm and sticky and incredible.

Jason slides his hand down his toned chest, feeling his body, the muscles, that tanned skin and the scars that line his body. When scratching he catches onto them in all the right ways.

Jason moans even before he gets his hand under his boxers. His cock is throbbing to get free from under the entrapment of fabric, the member warm, pulsing, hurting and when he does get that hand under, to cover himself, the cool of his palm meets the blood filled warmth and the low groan that comes from his throat is like a bear waking from within the cave.

His head tilts back, hitting the dash of his bed. He strokes his length slowly, getting a feel for it. The calluses on his palm feel fantastic on soft skin, pulling and scratching. When a bead of precum spills from the head, Jason looks down at himself and smiles. Smiles at the thing his mother gave him.

He dabs the sticky substance and slides it down his shaft with his index finger, feeling how his cock twitches for more. Jason hums and grabs himself again, squeezing his now fully hard cock and stroking.

Lips separate to let out a long, earthy moan as his hips move forward into his hand. Fucking himself long and easy.

“S-shit…” Jason swallows thickly, his other hand sliding down just beneath his sack to tease the skin there. He moans and shivers, eyes closing in pleasure again as his mind starts to work at a fantasy.

Warm lips are covering his shaft, sucking at all the right points, a finger entering his entrance, wrist flicking to reach his prostate.

Jason moans at his finger as it intrudes into him, hot and on the border line of hurting but the pleasure just mixed with the flesh.

One finger is all he needed. One scratch and push at that spot, making his head light. His hand squeezes his shaft, mouth opened wide to let out a long moan as the first spurt of cum hits high on his chest.

Nerves in his skin fly as he feels his cock throb with the orgasm, mind and body light. Both hands squeezing skin at the intensity.

When Jason comes down from the high, it takes an incredibly long time to put himself back together. Cum slowly sliding down his chest and he sighs softly, smiling again.

When he looks to the clock it’s been forty minutes.

Oh well.

The Boss can deal. 

joshishollywood:

People really like to excuse their actions on the internet with “it’s just the internet” but quite frankly I think that the way that you act when you genuinely believe your actions are of no consequence says much, much more about you than you might be willing to reveal to others

(via imlingy)