1. echoing-artemis:

    Halloween, 1975

    "They do say,” Professor McGonagall murmurs, “that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”


    Remus by echoing-artemis@DA

    The Marauders have been close to my heart for more of my life than they haven’t been, so I don’t think there’s ever been a cosplay more overdue. Also: I am literally the only person in these photos who has actually read the Shoebox Project, my friends really are just that fantastic.

    Never has there been such an indication of true friendship than these guys going “you want to what? Sure, bring it on.”

    All my love to these amazing friends of mine:
    Sirius: breathless-ness@DA : breathless-ness@tumblr
    James: strawdoll@DA : strawdolly@tumblr
    Peter: imperfect-illusions@tumblr

    (super special thanks to Flynn for throwing that sheet on at the last minute!)

    You can find most of us over at the Robins of Wayne facebook.


    <3 <3 <3

  2. brooklynboobala:


    I wore these leggings out on Sunday and even though I love them, I fucking hated them. I thought my legs looked too big (as I usually do) and honestly, I didn’t even want to look at myself. So, last night I decided that I was going to love them again. I found this shirt in the back of my closet, put on some makeup, and took these pictures.

    Being positive about my body is so hard some days because truly, I’ve been told my whole life that my body is wrong and takes up too much space. But I’ve definitely come a long way. Last month, I would never have posted pictures that showed this much of my arms, stomach, thighs, etc. Last year, I would never have tied this shirt up, worn it without a tank top , and I SURE AS HELL would not have taken or posted pictures in it.

    So these pictures are a giant FUCK YOU to everyone who has ever tried to make me feel bad about my body. It’s a fuck you to all of the people who wanted to like me in private because they couldn’t handle my body. It’s a fuck you to everyone who has ever offered me dieting or exercise tips that I never fucking asked for. And most of all it’s a fuck you to everyone who fetishes the fat bodies.

    I don’t want your fucking help. I am not your fucking fetish. I will not hate my body to fit your standards

    ***DONT REBLOG THIS TO YOUR FETISH/PORN BLOGS that’s not what these are for

    You inspire me. <3

    (via fuckyeahhardfemme)

  3. theuppitynegras:




    A woman hitting a neo-nazi with her handbag, Sweden, 1985. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor.



    Bless her heart and soul

    (Source: sonounsoffione, via owning-my-truth)

  7. owning-my-truth:










    why touch her hair though? Dammit…

    Reason number 45-60754280865’11B I won’t go on a mission trip.

    I am soooo done

    Mission trips make me sick


    This baby girl is being treated like a tourist attraction or a wild animal and I am not here for this. This picture says so much about the owner of that white hand.

    This photo makes me feel so uncomfortable

    this photo makes me fucking angry.

    and a mission trip? .. yeah, aka colonialism.

    Get OUT of our countries with this fucking bullshit, honestly. Missionaries are already fucking so much up in African countries. As a gay Nigerian I LIVE the repercussions of this daily. I’ve been exorcised, had bibles thrown at me, been sent to priests for a “cure”, been given spiritual baths which burn my skin to “wash the devil out of me” you name it. Done by my own family and people at the behest of “our Lord and Savior”. It’s traumatic, and especially hurtful when we understand that general acceptance of same sex love and eroticism and more nuanced, varied understandings of gender were the norm PRIOR to colonization and missionary activity.

    And then we have pictures like this to remind us of the OTHER bullshit these missionary fuckers do. They roll up in our countries as “white saviors” and are constantly doing racist bullshit like this. Objectifying us, casting us as “primitive” and in need of being saved from ourselves and our “heathen” ways. Let’s not even start on the rampant sexual abuses priests committed against Africans across the continent. The ways in which they destroyed and suppressed our cultures. Made us hate ourselves to the point that today we call our own grandfathers and grandmothers with traditional beliefs “despicable heathens” and Satanists. Where they have so warped our cultures, identities and understanding of self, to fit THEIR white colonial mold.

    We forget that missionaries came as colonizers first and foremost, and in many cases caused far more egregious and long lasting damage than the colonial administrators themselves. And they are still doing it today. Look at the rise of Christian fundamentalism in Africa in the last 30 years and you will see a direct correlation with a rise in hate and animus against same sex loving and trans people in many African countries. Watch the movie “God Loves Uganda” if you don’t believe me: the legacy and impact of missionaries on Africa is DAMNING and is getting WORSE, especially for those of us who identify as LGBTQ.

    It makes me sick. This picture makes me sick. Missionaries make me sick. What they have done to our cultures and communities and traditions makes me sick. Their racism cloaked with a smile and their “good Book” makes me sick. The fact that they think that they’re “doing good” while they’re just reproducing white supremacist patriarchal colonial structures of control, domination and subjugation makes me sick. They don’t see us as full people, but as spectacles for their white gaze, as this picture makes so bitingly clear, and they don’t give a damn as long as they make their God “happy”

    You have caused so much pain in my life and that of many of my friends. It hurts.

    GET THE FUCK OUT OF AFRICA (or wherever this pic was taken) AND LEAVE OUR CHILDREN ALONE!!!!

    And a big fuck you to all of the people doing mission “service trips” to ~*aFRicA*~ too. 


    I’m utterly and completely done.

    (Source: and--lo, via lovesugartits)

  8. mutesymphony:

    here we see the majestic asshole not giving a fuck in its natural habitat


    (Source: redsuspenders, via thefemme-menace)

  9. (Source: thadoxtor, via thesoftghetto)


  10. "

    Martin Luther King Jr once related a story that demonstrated just how accurate the Black woman was at assessing her location in the scheme of things and knowing how to handle herself wherever she was. He told us about an older Black woman who had worked for a white woman in Alabama.

    First as her laundress, then as her maid, then as her cook and finally as her housekeeper. After 40 years, the Black woman retired but she would go to visit her former employer occasionally. On one visit, her employer had friends over for lunch. When the employer was told the Lilian Taylor was in the kitchen, she sent for her. Lilian went into the livingroom and greeted all the women. Some of whom she had known since their childhoods.

    The white woman said Lilian I know you’ve heard of the bus boycott. Lilian said yes ma’am I’ve heard of it. The white woman said, well I want to know, what do you think of it? Are you supporting it? Lilian said no ma’am not one bit. Not one little iota and I won’t let none of mine support it either. The white woman said, I knew you’d be sensible Lilian. I just knew it in my bones. Lilian said yes ma’am I won’t touch that bus boycott.

    You know my son took me to live with him and his family. He won’t let me even lift a finger and he works for the power company way across town from our house. I told him, Charles don’t you have anything to do with that bus boycott. You walk to work. Stay all the way out of that bus boycott. And my grandchildren, they go to school all the way over on the East Side. I told them the same thing. Don’t have anything to do with that boycott. You walk to school. And even today, when I wanted to come over and visit you, I got a lady from my church to bring me. I wasn’t going to touch that bus boycott, sure wasn’t.

    The room has become quiet and Lilian Taylor said, I know you have plenty help now but do you want me to bring you all some more coffee? She went to the kitchen and was followed by the white woman’s daughter. Who asked her, Lilian why do you treat my Mother like that? Why not just come out and say you support the boycott? Lilian said, honey, when you have your head in the lion’s mouth, you don’t snatch it out. You reach up and tickle him behind his ears and you draw your head out gradually.

    Every Black woman in this country has her head in a lion’s mouth.

    — Maya Angelou, A Song Flung Up to Heaven (via racismschool)

    (via ethiopienne)