Donald Glover live tweets people having sex at a Bank of America. 





its 2013 can we please have headphones that last more than 2 months

its 2014 can we please have headphones that last more than 2 months

its 2015 can we please have a set of crab overlords that last more than two months

its 2016 can we please overthrow the crab empire people are suffering


i am very pissed off with ppl who think it’s okay to hashtag their selfies on instagram with “dog” like do you think this is some kind of joke?????? you are not a dog. i do not care about your face i only care about pictures of dogs now if you would PLEASE



"Never did like that much," is a baller and superb way to express your irritation with the way the patriarchy refuses to acknowledge how badass you are.






Anyone got deets on this film?

Here’s what I got from the Facebook:

OUT IN THE NIGHT (formerly titled The Fire This Time) follows the journey of a group of African American teenagers who went to a gay-friendly neighborhood in New York City for a night out. These lesbian and gender non-conforming friends, Patreese, Renata, Terrain and Venice, were confronted by an older man on the street. They defended themselves. Strangers jumped in to support them and a fight ensued. Only the women were rounded up by police and charged and convicted as perpetrators of gang assault. They became known as The New Jersey 4.

OUT IN THE NIGHT follows their journey to Rikers Island, to the courtroom, and through slanderous media coverage that labeled them a “Wolfpack” and “Lesbian Gang”. While exploring the fight from all sides through the security camera footage that captured it, that hot August night in 2006 can be seen from many perspectives. But our film’s purpose is to examine the events after the fight: biased media coverage likening the women to “man-hating” animals, and unprecedentedly harsh sentencing by the court. This story shows how four young, queer women of color were unfairly criminalized for defending themselves.

It’s currently running the film festival circuit, but you can keep checking the website for new screenings:








It is the stupidity of the brotherhood of hunting in the United Kingdom. If hunting is prohibited, they say that they will have to kill all their horses, because it is unnecessary to keep the horses to ride them and not go with their dogs tear a Fox to shreds This is the stupidity of the hunting fraternity in the UK. If hunting is banned they claim they will have to kill all their horses because there is point No. riding a horse if they cannot see dogs rip has fox to shreds.

Not to mention how utterly disrespectful it is to put  a post through a dead horses body.

"Hunters are good people who respect nature and animals!"

The next time someone defends hunters to me, they’re getting hit.

That’s fucking it I’m joining the hunt sabs and fighting these six-toed tory shits.

I was trying to google the image and I think I found the source of the image, this was taken in 2008 and it sadly look legit. Another sickening fact about this image that if you do a google image search on it you will find tons of “jokes” created from this image and even some photoshops of feminist and vegan messages, replacing the words of the sign and removing all original context and claiming it’s “part of the feminist agenda” or “vegans have gone too far” I shit you not. Seriously they’re using a dead horse to make shitty jokes and make straw arguments against vegans and feminists, instead of calling out the people actually responsible for this shit, the internet is a weird and horrible place.

Just as a reminder, this is what BAD HUNTERS look like. Many, many hunters are disgusted by this because this isnt what hunting is about. Remember, without hunting certain species will become overpopulated, eat all the food and starve both themselves and other animals to death. This has actually happened in a nature reserve in the UK, the deer ate all the new shrubs before they could grow and completely decimated the land, and they all started starving to death and there immune systems were compromised and pretty much wherever you went there would be dying deer on the ground.

Humans created this problem by getting rid of all their natural predators in the UK. We cannot solve this problem by re-introducing them as our landscape and countryside has changed too much that is it no longer habitable for them. So humans must take responsibility and make sure the animals do not suffer slow and painful deaths.

It makes me incredibly sad to see pictures like this; not only because those hunters are shitty broken dildos who don’t give a damn about animals, but because then people misunderstand what hunting is supposed to be about and why it is NEEDED because we have already screwed up the ecosystem.

All hunters are bad hunters

All hunters murder innocents

Like wow let me give you a basic biology lesson here. That scenario you describe is called a population boom, and obviously the deer overshot the environment’s carrying capacity. Whenever this happens, their numbers drop quite significantly, and over time it recovers at a better rate to settle just below the carrying capacity. Humans are directly interfering in this process by hunting. In fact, when hunting seasons are underway deer have been shown to have more multiple births (i.e. twins) because they recognise the population is declining unnaturally fast. Hunting seasons cause a population boom rather than decline, and the gunshots startle deer away from forested areas and onto roads, which is why wild animal collisions rise so steeply in hunting season. You know, the sort of deaths you claim you’re trying to prevent? I mean there have been deer populations on islands, with no natural predators in sight, and they reach the population capacity and sort themselves out into a nice stable level.

Like seriously, humans are not the world’s environment police. Animals have been doing just fine at maintaining their numbers for hundreds of thousands of years. They don’t fucking need you to murder them off for ‘sport’ in some faux concern for their safety. If you give so much of a fuck about healthy deer populations, petition for safe road crossings. Demand that genetic diversity in herds be maintained. Hell, call for wolf populations to be reestablished in the UK (Scottish Caledonian forests have been marked as a great place for this to be done).

What you don’t fucking do is kill the deer and then claim you’re doing it because you care. Your excuse is fucking pathetic.


The average prison sentence of men who kill their women partners is 2 to 6 years. Women who kill their male partners are sentenced on average to 15 years. This is despite the fact that 86% of female offenders kill in self-defense, while males are most likely to kill out of possessiveness (82%), abuse (75%) and during arguments (63%). Women are eight times more likely than men to be killed by an intimate partner.


Here’s a supercut of every time Bob says “Oh my god.”



This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats of fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.