VIVIFICENT

[adjective]

Obsolete: living; possessing life; not dead.

Etymology: from Latinvivus“alive”.

[Fay Helfer]

justloveloki:

nostrokesjuststrudels:

ladybastet92:

phoenixnova713:

Remember when Martha fast-forwarded through parts of the video in Human Nature and Family of Blood?

This is what she was actually fast-forwarding through.

4 FOR YOU TENNANT.

YES GOOD

THIS MAN IS PERFECT

beesandbombs:

cmyk dots
inspired by this Bees & Bombs remix by howfalcons on reddit

beesandbombs:

cmyk dots

inspired by this Bees & Bombs remix by howfalcons on reddit

silversarcasm:

[Gifset: Laverne Cox speaks at the GLAAD media awards, she says,

"Each and every one of us has the capacity to be an oppressor. I want to encourage each and every one of us to interrogate how we might be an oppressor, and how we might be able to become liberators for ourselves and each other."]

femmeanddangerous:

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everythingrhymeswithalcohol:

untrue-posts:

kv96ic28:

In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.


There was no 1983 sensory deprivation experiment like the one described in this post. The story was first published on creepypasta.com in 2009 (in fact, if you click that link you’ll see a much better and longer version of the tale). But this is the internet, and once stories like that start spreading, and people conveniently leave off the source, then other people take it as fact. And on a site like tumblr, where it can be so readily spread (over 110,000 notes on this post alone, and that doesn’t even take reposts or other versions of the story into account), that’s a lot of people buying into a bunch of hooey if they’re the type to believe everything they read without questioning it.
This photo is actually from the Tuskegee syphilis experiment — a pretty heinous medical experiment that was conducted between 1932 and 1972 in Alabama, in which people were told that they were being treated for “bad blood,” but the experiment was actually designed to study the effects of untreated syphilis. The person in the photo above is about to be subjected to a spinal tap, a very painful procedure in which a needle is inserted into the spinal column to collect fluid.
None of the test subjects in the Tuskegee experiment were aware that they were being used as human guinea pigs. They were just told that they were getting free medical treatment. And even after the 1940s, when penicillin was found to be an effective treatment for syphilis, doctors did not treat the test subjects and withheld information from them about the potential to be cured because they wanted to see what would happen.
American history is pretty ugly when you get past the flag-waving and the pretending that we’re somehow better than other nations.

Missing from the above comments is that this was purposefully and explicitly to black people, only. They never told these black men nor their families what was happening. So when those black men had sex or children they passed the disease onto their partners and children.

This is 100% more fucked up than any creepypasta story someone could invent. This is the stuff we should be talking about in U.S. history classes. The U.S. has done some really scary shit to its citizens.

everythingrhymeswithalcohol:

untrue-posts:

kv96ic28:

In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.

There was no 1983 sensory deprivation experiment like the one described in this post. The story was first published on creepypasta.com in 2009 (in fact, if you click that link you’ll see a much better and longer version of the tale). But this is the internet, and once stories like that start spreading, and people conveniently leave off the source, then other people take it as fact. And on a site like tumblr, where it can be so readily spread (over 110,000 notes on this post alone, and that doesn’t even take reposts or other versions of the story into account), that’s a lot of people buying into a bunch of hooey if they’re the type to believe everything they read without questioning it.

This photo is actually from the Tuskegee syphilis experiment — a pretty heinous medical experiment that was conducted between 1932 and 1972 in Alabama, in which people were told that they were being treated for “bad blood,” but the experiment was actually designed to study the effects of untreated syphilis. The person in the photo above is about to be subjected to a spinal tap, a very painful procedure in which a needle is inserted into the spinal column to collect fluid.

None of the test subjects in the Tuskegee experiment were aware that they were being used as human guinea pigs. They were just told that they were getting free medical treatment. And even after the 1940s, when penicillin was found to be an effective treatment for syphilis, doctors did not treat the test subjects and withheld information from them about the potential to be cured because they wanted to see what would happen.

American history is pretty ugly when you get past the flag-waving and the pretending that we’re somehow better than other nations.

Missing from the above comments is that this was purposefully and explicitly to black people, only. They never told these black men nor their families what was happening. So when those black men had sex or children they passed the disease onto their partners and children.

This is 100% more fucked up than any creepypasta story someone could invent. This is the stuff we should be talking about in U.S. history classes. The U.S. has done some really scary shit to its citizens.

swanjolras:

thebrokenhunterandhisbrokenangel:

worldofdrakan:

its-heaven-nowadays:

More Macklemore, less Robin Thicke.

And yet a huge percentage of Tumblr hates him. Not trying to be confrontational, but could someone please explain to me why this is?

Because he is a straight white guy and Tumblr isn’t always right. 

oh my god if i have to see this post on my dashboard one more time
all right, okay. let’s talk.
last year on a slow day in law/society class, my teacher showed us a movie where charlize theron was one of the only female workers in a mine in minnesota. she experienced a fuckload of sexual harassment, ofc; it was when she started daring to complain about the sexual harassment that shit got really bad.
i remember watching charlize theron go through all these awful things, and i remember getting vaguely invested in her as a heroine; yeah, you go charlize theron, you continue to work despite these harassment and assaults, you stand up for yourself when people shun you in the community, etc
and there was this climactic scene where the miners’ union was having a meeting, and charlize theron was going up to complain about something or tell people she was suing the company or smth, i can’t remember, and she stood there in front of this huge crowd of angry men who were booing her and catcalling her and shouting the worst things at her and she’s getting really miserable
and then her father, who also works at the mine, goes up and says “hey, you’re all jerks, think of your mothers & daughters, would you treat them this way,” and the miners are like “oh wow charlize theron totally does deserve our support etc” and then the movie continues
but all i could think was— what, so they’ll listen to a man but not to the woman who’s actually affected? why doesn’t charlize theron get to save the day and be the hero? in a conversation about sexism, why is his voice more important than hers?
we’re not mad at macklemore. or— well, we are mad at macklemore, but we’re more mad at the system that prioritizes macklemore over actual queer rappers, over actual rappers of color, who have been saying exactly the same shit for decades and been ignored.
we’re mad at the system that gives more attention to straight allies than queer activists.
we’re mad at the system that only supports queer rights when they are quiet and polite and have cute graphics.
we’re mad at the system that makes macklemore a hero of of the queer struggle but doesn’t know marsha p. johnson’s name.
we’re mad at the system that will listen to macklemore when he comes to defend us— but won’t listen to us.
we’re mad at the system that has constructed itself to make damn certain that only straight cis white boys can be heroes.
it’s fuckin’ great that macklemore thought he was gay in third grade. but the system would rather give his third grade gay freakout the spotlight than our actual whole-life queer experiences— and that’s not okay.

swanjolras:

thebrokenhunterandhisbrokenangel:

worldofdrakan:

its-heaven-nowadays:

More Macklemore, less Robin Thicke.

And yet a huge percentage of Tumblr hates him. Not trying to be confrontational, but could someone please explain to me why this is?

Because he is a straight white guy and Tumblr isn’t always right. 

oh my god if i have to see this post on my dashboard one more time

all right, okay. let’s talk.

last year on a slow day in law/society class, my teacher showed us a movie where charlize theron was one of the only female workers in a mine in minnesota. she experienced a fuckload of sexual harassment, ofc; it was when she started daring to complain about the sexual harassment that shit got really bad.

i remember watching charlize theron go through all these awful things, and i remember getting vaguely invested in her as a heroine; yeah, you go charlize theron, you continue to work despite these harassment and assaults, you stand up for yourself when people shun you in the community, etc

and there was this climactic scene where the miners’ union was having a meeting, and charlize theron was going up to complain about something or tell people she was suing the company or smth, i can’t remember, and she stood there in front of this huge crowd of angry men who were booing her and catcalling her and shouting the worst things at her and she’s getting really miserable

and then her father, who also works at the mine, goes up and says “hey, you’re all jerks, think of your mothers & daughters, would you treat them this way,” and the miners are like “oh wow charlize theron totally does deserve our support etc” and then the movie continues

but all i could think was— what, so they’ll listen to a man but not to the woman who’s actually affected? why doesn’t charlize theron get to save the day and be the hero? in a conversation about sexism, why is his voice more important than hers?

we’re not mad at macklemore. or— well, we are mad at macklemore, but we’re more mad at the system that prioritizes macklemore over actual queer rappers, over actual rappers of color, who have been saying exactly the same shit for decades and been ignored.

we’re mad at the system that gives more attention to straight allies than queer activists.

we’re mad at the system that only supports queer rights when they are quiet and polite and have cute graphics.

we’re mad at the system that makes macklemore a hero of of the queer struggle but doesn’t know marsha p. johnson’s name.

we’re mad at the system that will listen to macklemore when he comes to defend us— but won’t listen to us.

we’re mad at the system that has constructed itself to make damn certain that only straight cis white boys can be heroes.

it’s fuckin’ great that macklemore thought he was gay in third grade. but the system would rather give his third grade gay freakout the spotlight than our actual whole-life queer experiences— and that’s not okay.