I really love whoever created this.
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I really love whoever created this.
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Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs.
So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.
So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
this post just got so much better
THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST
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Take me to the darkness,
Where you and me can meet,
In the inky midnight sky
I don’t want to love you
Not that I ever could,
We were drifting, waiting
For some sort of bubbling
Dream, dreamt by the
Falling stars that collapse,
Weary in our laps.
Take me to the darkness,
Where you and me can meet,
Like we were free
Free to love you and,
Free to love me.
I’ve got Atlas’ hands,
Holding up the world’s,
The only thing I know how,
To do. So,
Take me to the darkness,
Where you and me can meet,
In the inky midnight sky,
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—― Naomi Wolf
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— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
He gripped her thighs so tight,
That her atoms fell apart and
into his clenching hands.
It was the apocalypse tonight.
23silence: John Melhuish Strudwick (1849-1937) - When Sorrow Comes to Summer
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Judith Beheading Holofernes by: Caravaggio (1598), Lucas Cranach the Elder (c.1530), August Riedel (1840) and Artemisia Gentileschi (1614-20)
Here are my favourite depictions of the bad-ass Judith either during or after the beheading Holofernes, an Assyrian general working under Nebuchadnezzar. Angered that Holofernes had been ordered to destroy her beloved hometown of Bethulia, Judith entered the general’s tent whilst he was mid-alcohol-induced-sleep and slit his throat. The story has been depicted countless times in both painting and sculpture, but artists tend to choose between several possible scenes: the act of the beheading, Judith with her maidservant and Holofernes head in a basket, and Judith on her own, usually holding the decapitated head by her side.
Compositions such as Riedel’s version of Judith remind me of statues of David, with his foot resting on the head of Goliath. Here, Judith is the sole focus of the scene, thanks to the way Holofernes’s head is barely shown. Riedel shows Judith as a physically and mentally strong fighter, an independent woman, if you will, battling for the greater good.
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My Facebook and G+ newsfeeds have been filled with pink and red lately, so it seemed important to point out to the queer and allied in my life that Human Rights Campaign actually has a track record of promoting some rights at the expense of others. Being a fairly rough-and-tumble sort of cisgender queer man, I waded in.
It’s frankly unconscionable; transgender rights are integral to queer liberation, and moreover transfolks are our sisters and brothers, have shed the same blood, sweat, and tears in horrifying numbers for the same goals. The fact that names like Virginia Prince and Sylvia Rae Rivera aren’t as prominent in our histories as Harvey Milk says, I think, all it needs to about the need for some pink and purple soul-searching. Go forth and introspect.
Visually, too, I think the HRC equality logo leaves a bit to be desired, but I made minimal changes. The colors are based on the transgender pride flag designed by Monica Helms in 1999, the most widely used of several designs and to my eye, the most pleasing.
Considering that HRC seems to be continuing to give lip service to trans folks while throwing them under the bus, this is important and timely.
People need to know that the most visible LGBT “equality” organization out there continues to only fight for gay and lesbian equality at the expense of everyone else.
Trans allies, please repost. (And don’t give money to HRC.)The lack of notes on this is troubling to me.
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