Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will
- help them order food when it’s too scary
- walk with them through crowded places
- help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
- not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed
and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3
You are loved. Please don’t ever forget that.
Oh my god
Wow, fuck you, Dominos.
When will people stop pretending that the animals killed for them were happy and healthy like the animals on milk cartons and cheese packages? -_-
I KNOW I JUST SAW THIS YESTERDAY ITS FUCKED UP
But isn’t it about the CHEESE which does NOT require killing the animals? Isn’t that what the box is thanking them for?
Cows farmed for their milk have to be impregnated each year to produce milk. The male calves are the babies killed for veal. When the cows who have undergone a constant cycle of forced pregnancy, birth and forced separation from calf, and milking are just five years old, they are killed. They could live another two decades. All “dairy cows” are eventually killed for meat, as are their calves. Until then, they lead a life of suffering and anguish and do not willingly “give their milk to humans in the name of cheese.”
not a vegan, but dominos made a shit marketing move
*eyes roll so hard that I die*
This is tumblr for you. Dominos just wanted to be “cute” and of course, the cry babies come out.
still, they should’ve known there would’ve been backlash
Doesn’t really matter what they do, there will always be “backlash” for everything by people on the internet.
that’s why pizza hut makes the smart move and stays quiet
There is literally a ride at Hersheypark and it has singing cows talking about delicious chocolate and milk and stuff and nobody seems to complain about that. Where are all the crybabies now?
eh, not everyone gets hit by backlash
they dodged the bullet
i am probably a bad person for finding this funny.
Not going to deny the treatment of animals in mass farming is pretty damn awful, but a constant cycle of pregnancy is exactly what animals go through in the wild. I don’t imagine that traumatises them much.
"I don’t imagine that traumatises them much."
Just to be super clear, because I know there isn’t always a lot of information out there about the farming of cows for milk and that it took me a real long time to figure it all out:
A cow is born. She won’t reach sexual maturity until a few years later, but when she is just one year old, she has a metal rod and human arm inserted into her anus that deposits ejaculate from a bull into her uterus. This process is artificial insemination and it is similar to how artificial insemination occurs in humans. There are two big differences though: the human being impregnated knows what is going on and the human being impregnated has consented to this procedure. The cow has no idea why someone has an arm up her ass and she is constrained because she is freaking out.
After nine months of pregnancy, the cow gives birth, just like a human. The only difference is her baby is so large from human selective breeding she’ll often need someone there to help literally pull the calf out of her. She then wants to groom her newborn, to have her newborn nurse from her. Instead, within hours of birth, the calf is forcefully taken from her. She may be stunned. She’ll often cry out, sometimes for hours. Sometimes she cries so much and so loudly that neighbors hear her and call the police. The calf has been taken away because they would drink their mother’s milk and then there wouldn’t be as much for humans to sell and make money off of.
The calf, if male, will be placed in a tiny crate—called a veal crate—and be killed four months later. If the calf is female, she’ll be placed in a similar structure until she’s one and can be impregnated for the first time.
The baby cow who has just given birth to a baby cow and is mourning that separation is then hooked up to a machine and has her milk pumped out of her. After two months of this, she’ll be impregnated again, and will continue being milked for the duration of her pregnancy. And guess what happens when she gives birth? THE SAME FUCKING THING ALL OVER AGAIN.
When she’s about five, she’s considered “spent,” meaning her body is so exhausted from this that keeping her around isn’t profitable. She could live another 20 years, but they kill her the same way they kill every other cow and turn her into “cheap dairy beef.” 1 in 4 of these cows will be pregnant when they’re killed!
So, yeah, being upset about all this and about the depiction of cows as consenting, happy individuals who love to be exploited for the milk they’ve produced for their stolen newborn… it doesn’t make somebody a “crybaby.” It makes somebody a person with a conscience.
there’s a budget crisis when it comes to education and welfare, but don’t worry, we always have money to spare for war
- me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
- me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]
I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong.
When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens.
I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit.
Signal boost the fuck out of this
Emma Watson is muggle Hermione in all the best ways.
when we were babies my dad was a stay-at-home dad while my mom kicked ass in the courtroom but he would carry my twin brother and me around with one baby on the front and one on his back in backpacks
and women would come up and look at how cute i was and coo over me and be like “awww how cute wow”
and my dad would be like, “YOU KNOW WHAT’S CUTER THAN ONE BABY”
and then he’d spin around
there was my brother
I love everything about this.
Stand Like This for 2 Minutes Per Day
No, for real, though—this is a thing. Not sure about the science behind it, but it makes me feel fancy and powerful regardless. I highly recommend it.
There actually is legit science behind this. In fact, here’s an entire TED Talk about the science behind it, and the confidence-related chemicals that your brain produces JUST BY YOU STANDING LIKE THIS.
This the best post I could have seen today. I’m going to stand like Wonder Woman.
This is the three-eyed calf being worshipped as a deity in India. The baby cow was born with the additional organ in the middle of his head, much like the Hindu god Shiva. Visitors have flocked the village of Kolathur in Tamil Nadu, southern India, to see the special calf. One of the key identifying features of Shiva is the third eye on his forehead, which can emit flames. When Shiva loses his temper, he opens his third eye to burn things to ashes.
Photo credit: Ruptly
don’t be soft, let the world know you exist // 5-26-14 // 9:01AM (via restrictedthoughts)
OH MY GOD FUCKIN YES PREAAAACH THIS IS SO FUCKIN RIGHT