For all of you that believe that vulgarity in music is only from contemporary times then just remember that mozart wrote a song called lick my ass
Proof for those of us that are unaware
I’m crying listen to it
the best part about it is that i guess the publishers thought this was kinda rude (for obvious reasons) so they changed the lyrics but like some poor music historian or something found the originals in the 1990s like can you imagine stumbling across this somehow and just being like…………
“Quite honestly, my objection to rape jokes is not even because I particularly find the jokes personally triggering anymore; I generally just find them pathetic and inexplicable. And while I’m bothered by the fact that the jokes normalize and effectively minimize the severity of rape and thus perpetuate the rape culture, I’m more bothered by the thought of a woman who’s recently been raped, who’s just experienced what may be the worst thing that will ever happen to her, and goes to the site of her favorite webcomic, or turns on the telly, or goes to the cinema, or a comedy club, to have a much-needed laugh—only to see that horrible, life-changing thing used as the butt of a joke. I don’t understand—and I don’t believe I ever will—why anyone wants to be the person who sends that shiver down her spine, who makes her eyes burn hot with tears at an unwanted memory while everyone else laughs and laughs.” —
This is the most spot on description of how I feel about rape jokes I’ve seen.
taking a moment and learning some perspective can make you a better human being.
The profiling and over policing of trans women of color’s lives will no longer stand — and Monica Jones is the embodiment of resistance and brilliance.
More info: http://www.bestpracticespolicy.org/2014/04/11/guilty-verdict-for-monica-jones-reveals-broken-legal-system-urgent-need-for-action/
Don’t look at me. I do what he does, just slower.
The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
“No, Harry!" Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
”If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes.
”Lie down,” he said quietly to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.”
”Did you hear me?” Ron said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all three of us!” —
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, or That One Time Fourteen Year Old Ron Weasley Stood On His Broken Leg To Tell A Convicted Murderer He Would Go Down Fighting For His Best Friend’s Life.
#SOMETHING FLICKERED IN BLACK’S SHADOWED EYES #YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WAS?#THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SIRIUS WOULD HAVE SAID THE SAME FOR JAMES AND VICE VERSA #AND THAT HARRY HAD FOUND EQUALLY LOYAL FRIENDS AS HE HAD IN JAMES AND REMUS #I will fling myself from a cliff (via dearprongs)