this is the only video i’ve ever encountered on tumblr that plays WITH VOLUME all on it’s own. For the 4th time today I’ve nearly scrolled passed this video only to have him screech at me. What do you want? Validation? this post is sentient and its horrifying
Slutshaming women is not ok
Slutshaming Alexander Hamilton is totally ok
Tumblr logic
he cheated. on his wife.
he’s also been dead for several hundred years this is the funniest post ive ever read in my life
fave things about this post:
the idea that thousands of people are calling alexander hamilton a slut
calling any founding father a slut
the idea that people are SHAMING Alexander Hamilton for being Such A Slut he is being SHAMED for being such a naughty little tart, SPREADING HIS LEGS FOR EVERYONE IN CONGRESS
that this was probably prompted by people expression dissaproval for Alexander Hamilton cheating on his wife - that the OP thinks “slut shaming” and “Isnt it gross that he cheated on his wife” are the same thing
Alexander Hamilton has been dead for 210
210 slutty, slutty years
the way that this is presented in such a CHECKMATE SJWS way when they’re talking about a founding father who cheated on his wife and has been DEAD FOR 210 YEARS
the fact that the words “Slutshaming” and “Alexander Hamilton” have been used in the same sentence
i mean just apply what we’d traditionally think of as “slut shaming” to Alexander Hamilton.
His frock coat is too tight, his breaches are so short, have you SEEN how often he powders his wig??? I heard he gave Thomas Jefferson a handy behind the stables AND that he got fingered by John Hancock
When I was a pre-schooler, my mom told me that you weren’t allowed to ride a motorcycle or get tattoos unless your mother was dead.
One day, outside the grocery store I saw a big, tough looking dude covered in tats, straddling the loudest motorcycle ever. Damned it 5 year old me didn’t go up to him and ask, “Hey. Is your mom dead?”
Dude looked at me and said, “Yeah.”
And I was shocked that my mom was right.
That man was probably freaked tf out that some random creepy child came up to him unprompted and asked after his deceased mother
A/N: I tried writing a fictional (Vogue/Variety/Harper’s Bazaar?)- article about Shawn and Jo to introduce her character better as I’ve been getting a lot of asks about their relationship and her personality lately. Edit by the lovely @mendescurl
When I meet Shawn Mendes at the Calabasas house he has rented for the summer, the first thing he does is apologize in true Canadian fashion. “I’m so sorry for the mess, we just moved here,” he says in his soft Canadian drawl and signature smile. He pushes a few boxes out of the way and sits down for our interview. He is wearing a black Saint Laurent shirt and skinny jeans, dark curls a perfect windswept mess as he rakes his fingers through them. With soft brown eyes and a tall, athletic physique, Mendes is classically handsome - and surprisingly down-to-earth for a superstar of his calibre.
With “we” he means himself and his girlfriend, Josephine Perez, who joins us shortly after. His smile softens and his eyes seem brighter as she enters the room and if you thought they were good looking individually, well, you have never seen them next to each other. It is rare to see someone fighting jetlag while looking as gorgeous as they do.
Jo Perez has dewy, tan skin, great hair and legs for days and she is wearing a denim jacket and Balenciaga sneakers, looking like a true millennial queen. With her striking good looks and svelte frame, she could easily be mistaken for a model but she is quick to dispel that. It might come as a surprise that she doesn’t identify with the crowd that is ‘Young Hollywood’.
i haven’t been so unabashedly giddy over something i have read in so long.
bare with me and believe me when i say: i think this is genuinely the best piece of writing i have ever read on here.
this idea was absolutely genius, i smiled the entire time, and it has left me with the cosiest, warmest feeling in my chest. so beautifully, beautifully sweet, calming, real, and special. gonna hold this one close for a long time
Seeing Brian at the party had left Ellie shell shocked – she had no idea that Shawn hadn’t been talking, and she had no idea that he could possibly be as hurt as that must have indicated. It had been six weeks, and she couldn’t call it a month anymore. She knew she shouldn’t have felt the way she did at week one at week six. When they broke up Ellie had told Shawn it was the right thing to do and he would recognize that soon, and now she believed herself even less.
She had spoken with a clarity and confidence that made her feel like a fraud, but she had kept her voice steady, because she knew if it cracked once she would shatter with it. You have too many people relying on you to rely on one person, she said. I can’t be the reason the world sees a happy Shawn or a sad Shawn, Ellie told him. I hope one day you will realize this was the right thing and you will forgive me. And maybe you will still love me then - you waited until I was ready, and now I will wait for you to be ready, she promised. And even if you think that’s now, the world isn’t ready to share you, her hands filling with his tears as she held his face.
It was Monday morning and Ellie was looking through the pictures like she always did. She didn’t feel better, or happier, or more confident about everything, but Ellie did finally feel like talking. Not to Brian, not to Maddie, or anyone else, but to Shawn. When they had broken up she had kept a stone face, not willing to risk falling out of whatever cold and heartless character she was trying to play. But that Monday morning she felt ready to let go of the act and tell him what she had kept in for so long. In her hands she held a picture of Shawn – he was staring right into the camera and straight into her eyes. They held such a power over her, and staring at the picture sent her into some kind of hypnosis where the air around her felt a little safer and a little more familiar.
For as much as Ellie read, she wrote infrequently. She was scared of what her mind would say if she let it have free rein over a piece of paper. She didn’t want to know what was hidden in her powerful subconscious, and what she would learn if she listened to herself. But before she could convince herself any better she was staring at a blank email screen, and once she listened, the words came far easier than she ever expected.
