So I’ve been following fuckyeahtattoos for a while now and have been debating on whether to unfollow because of all the posts. Every time I log into tumblr I’m completely bombarded with tattoos. Now I do understand it’s a tattoo blog, but come on there should be some sort of limit. That being said, tonight when I logged into Tumblr I was greeted by the lovely picture of a girl’s bare chest-nipples and all. Sorry fuckyeahtattoos, but that’s a little inappropriate don’t you think? I don’t appreciate it nor do I appreciate my boyfriend leaning over “what the hell are you looking at?” I’m pretty bummed because I did enjoy following you being a big fan of tattoos. And with that, I leave you.
Have a parting gift! :D
This is the shit that bugs me about mainstream culture. In America especially. We are terrified and obsessed with the human form at the same time. Nude or clothed we love it but hate it at the same time. We want to look but feel uncomfortable when we do because of some social standard that has been enforced on us since we were small children. It’s not something to be embarrassed about when done tastefully.
I could understand possibly being offended if she was posting tattoos on girls who were getting railed by some guy but she’s not. Every single picture I have see posted on this blog has been tasteful and there to show off the tattoo. That’s the centerpiece. You have a lot more issues to go over in your head than whether or not you should unfollow a blog that posts semi-nude girls with tattoos every once in a while.
Leave your email as an answer and I’ll send you one.
Here’s the gameplan. Go fill up at Sheetz. Buy a LARGE double shot latte. I’ll decide the flavor once I get there. Buy a croissant sandwich thing and a hashbrown. The biggest fucking bottle of water they have. One extra energy drink for about 6:00AM. Hope like hell I make it through the day without passing out, getting run over by customers, or dying of exhaustion. Help me.
A few weeks ago I had the miserable experience of reading Twilight. A friend bought it for me and I took it with me to read on a long flight from Seattle to Houston. I knew it was going to be crappy, but I thought it would be a guilty pleasure kind of crappy — where you know it’s bad but you still get enjoyment out of it. I actually managed to power through around 400 pages until I gave up and started reading Sky Mall. I’ve been seeing Twilight everywhere lately, especially with
Vampire Teens IINew Moon’s release, so I thought I’d break down why chicks go apeshit for it.
First off, the author creates a main character which is an empty shell. Her appearance isn’t described in detail; that way, any female can slip into it and easily fantasize about being this person. I read 400 pages of that book and barely had any idea of what the main character looked like; as far as I was concerned she was a giant Lego brick. Appearance aside, her personality is portrayed as insecure, fumbling, and awkward — a combination anyone who ever went through puberty can relate to. By creating this “empty shell,” the character becomes less of a person and more of something a female reader can put on and wear. Because I forgot her name (I think it was Barbara or Brando or something like that), I’m going to refer to her as “Pants” from here on out.
So after a few chapters of listening to Pants whine about high school, sucking at volleyball, and being the center of attention, the second major character is introduced. Imagine everything women want in a man, then exaggerate it by ten thousand — and you’ve got Edward Cullen. The level of detail that the author goes into while describing Edward’s appearance is remarkable. At one point while reading I started counting the number of times the author used the expression “Edward’s perfect face,” and it was far into the double digits. The author excruciatingly details his muscular pecs, clothing, hair, eye color — even his goddamn breath (I’m not joking).
Edward intensely listens to everything Pants has to say, even if she’s bitching about she had diarrhea on Christmas or her preferred method for cutting a sandwich in half. As far as the reader is concerned, Edward cares about nothing in the world more than Pants. What the author has done is created a perfect male figure — a pale Greek statue which the reader can worship and in turn be worshipped by.
So what about men that like Twilight?
If you’re male and you like Twilight, you’re gay. I don’t mean that in the derogatory sense, I mean it in the “you want to put your testicles against another man’s testicles while gripping handfuls of chesthair” kind of way.
And the movie?
The movie is just the same uninspired crap shat out onto a film reel. If you like the taste of horse manure on your bologna sandwiches, you’re probably gonna like it on your birthday cake as well. The same principle applies with Twilight.
Beyond that, it’s just a romance novel with the occasional vampire teen drama bullshit peppered here and there. It doesn’t really break any new ground in the realm of vampire fiction, other than portraying vampires as a family of uncomfortable retards who prance around the woods eating deer and bunny rabbits. There’s lots of nervous lip-biting, tender kisses between Pants and Edward, and lengthy descriptions of every feature of Edward’s body. Pants is a static character who never really progresses beyond being an insecure vampire fangirl who obsesses over Edward. Whether her character grows beyond that is unknown to me, I’d stopped reading by then and shifted my attention to an electric butt-massaging chair in Sky Mall.
via The Oatmeal
THIS is funny….
This is fantastic!
Stapes: lol mel smoked with us every night, it was funny, every night she was just like ‘are you *trying* to kill me?’
XXXXXX: the answer to mel should have been: “No, I’m *trying* to get laid”
I just find that kind of attitude completely disgusting. Maybe I’m just being naive but I think that is very disrespectful. Even if he was joking it’s still disgusting to me.
a really good student.
a freaking nerd.
I know that feeling. I think it all went to hell when I fell in love for the first time.
(580): That’s it, I refuse to live in a world where sparkly vampires beat Batman at anything.
I love this quote. You always pick the best ones to reblog.
I’ll be back in a few days.
You would do this right after I make my post about liking knowing someone is reading my posts! I gots half da mind to smoke you on da spot fool!
You are one of the few people that like most of my posts. It just makes me happy to know someone is reading.
PS. To those of you that don’t compulsively like all my posts but still read them. I like you too. :)