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missmartian23:

misha-parked-the-tardis-in-221b:

the-little-lost-angel:

thenotoriousscuttlecliff:

theenigmaofriversong:

wintersoldier-iscoming:

when someone mentions marvel

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When someone mentions Doctor Who

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When someone mentions Sherlock

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Im waiting…

When someone mentions Supernatural…or doesn’t, either way

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When someone mentions Megamind

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When someone mentions whales around Dani

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scamdal:

you want more aus? i’ll give you more aus

  • met standing in the reallllllly long queue for the dressing rooms au
  • lifeguards at a summer camp au
  • you’ve been playing guitar in the hall of the hotel since three in the morning and i came down to tell you to shut the fuck up au
  • the 5 cent hug for charity you offered me on the street really brought out our amazing chemistry au
  • awkward teenage spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven au
  • dungeons and dragons au

chasexjackson:

i blame this

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‘I suppose we could stay here for a bit longer,’ she mumbled, tangling her fingers into his hair.

Teddy rubbed his nose against her collarbone and tugged her closer. Despite it being three o’clock in the afternoon, the room was dim with only a small amount of light spilling through the gaps in the curtains. Teddy and Victoire were nestled in the warmth of the bed; rumpled sheets and pillows lay underneath them as they curled together, finding a moment alone away from the madness of Victoire’s family.

‘Although,’ she mumbled, shifting her arms around his neck, ‘mama will be bursting into the room at any moment, I’m sure. Or papa, or James, or—’

‘Victoire,’ Teddy mumbled as he tilted his chin up, ‘try and enjoy the moment. We don’t get them that often.’

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Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?

Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?

How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”

Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”

Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?

I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them.

The Conversation You Must Have With Your Sons | Carina Kolodny  (via albinwonderland)

What’s scary is that you KNOW the majority of young men receive the OPPOSITE kinds of messages both from their parents and the culture around them. And then people are surprised or defensive when a so-called “good” guy takes advantage of a women. And excuses are made to make her at fault, rather than blaming the perpetrator and all those who taught him for his entire life that what he did wasn’t really wrong. Rape culture is a cycle, and education like that shown above is what can help break it down.

(via misandry-mermaid)

and it’s not just excuses made; it’s the complete lack of empathy towards a rape victim. it’s the endless news programs that talk about the rapists’ bright futures and how awful this must be for them and their family while shoving rape victims under the carpet so that we can pretend they don’t exist. they can literally post pictures and videos of the rape on the internet, and all we go is, ‘oh son, be more careful about what you put in public for people to see.’

(via starforged)

(Source: iamnotafeministtbh)

hobbitballerina:

chelseawelseyknight:

witchesbitchesandbritches:

lifeundefeated:

Yea it’s clearly our “generation that’s making homosexuality a trend.” Seriously, pisses me off when people say that. look at this! It’s always been around, it’s not a trend, it’s real. It’s beautiful.

These are really beautiful images.

This makes me really happy

There’s a long history of lesbian-like activity in the West.  In the 19th century US, especially after the Civil War killed off so many young men, middle-class and other genteel girls were encouraged in Boston marriages — relationships with other women of similar educational and class backgrounds.  Since women were considered naturally chaste and disinterested in sex, these love affairs were seen as innocent and spiritual.  Women’s lives were wholly separate from men’s that young women infrequently had male friends who weren’t considered a marriage prospect.  They were encouraged to keep to all-female social circles, and the advent of women’s colleges further encouraged that.  Women were expected to mentor each other, love each other, dance with each other, with the older woman acting as the cavalier, the man in the relationship, protecting and guiding the younger, pursuing her and courting her in ways not unlike how young men would court their brides.  But the prevailing cultural wisdom was that these relationships would be limited to kisses and poetry — women were incapable of sexual desire, they tolerated sex in heterosexual marriages because men were sex-driven beasts who demanded it of them.  Without a man, it was presumed that these relationships would be chaste, innocent, and wholly emotional.  Lesbian-like behaviour is most tolerated when women are perceived as less sexual than men.  Homosexual behaviour becomes threatening when sex is involved — when, in the 1920s, women were seen as able to have sexual drives and the idea of sexually companionable marriages came onto the landscape, Boston marriages suddenly became unnatural and disgusting because they directed women’s sexual interests towards other women instead of to the proper channels: towards men.  The flapper was all about the sexually available (to men) young woman.  She contributed to the demise of widely accepted lesbian or lesbian-like relationships.  As soon as the flapper was capable of wanting sex herself instead of tolerating it from her male partner, lesbian/lesbian-like relationships were threatening, deviant, and ruined young women’s chances to become good wives and mothers.

So remember this as you look at the pre-1920s images.  Those women were allowed these passionate loves, even encouraged in them (sometimes after they managed to get a husband, Eleanor Roosevelt in particular), all because the patriarchy was convinced that women weren’t capable of sexual feelings towards one another.  As long as women were seen as desexed, as creatures of sentiment and emotion instead of passion and desire, lesbianism wasn’t a threat.  The minute women were regarded by patriarchal culture as having a natural sex drive, lesbian-like behaviour became deviant and damning.

We didn’t invent homosexuality in the past 20 or 30 or 50 years.  But we continue to labour under the belief and cultural expectation that women’s sexuality is something owed to and owned by men, forever de-legitimising women’s relationships unless men in some way benefit. 

(Source: babycocodill)

Things to Imagine Your Ship(s) Doing

beansprout-bae:

  • Them resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep.  Bonus if one half gets the other to run their hand through their hair and down their back.
  • Forehead touching.
  • Stroking one’s head in that way where their hand lingers on their cheek or jaw, and giving them a soft smile.  
  • Slow, shy kissing that eventually just ends up being really calming and nice to both of them.
  • One person doing or talking about something they enjoy greatly whereas their partner just stares at them with a small smile and slight laugh because wow what a cutie their partner is.
  • Hugs around the waist from behind and nuzzling their neck while talking as casually as ever.
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Playful arguing that leads to playful, harmless elbows shoving into their sides while they laugh at each other and themselves.
  • Gazing up at the night sky while laying down on theirs and pointing out different stars and holding hands and shifting closer to one another.

(Source: silver-me-timbers)

eyefloss asked:

finnick, five times he killed someone and one time he didn't!

starforged:

i.

He’s had no qualms about going into the Hunger Games, like any good Career. They’re raised on the idea of human bloodshed; it’s a way of life. It doesn’t bother him, and that’s what he tells Mags as she straightens his net. He doesn’t quite understand the look in her eyes, can’t even put a name to it.

(It’s pity, he’ll come to understand later, and also a bit of disgust, because no child should be okay with killing. He doesn’t hold it against her.)

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aerynlallaboso:

  • reached for the last snack item at the same time au
  • accidentally ‘borrowed’ their towel at their gym au
  • saw their number graffitied on a toilet stall au
  • "which asshole hasn’t returned the dvd i want yet" au
  • parents signed them up for the same shitty art/science program au
  • met on omegle au
  • thirst follow au
  • mail keeps coming to the wrong address au
  • "you know you’re singing to your headphones out loud, right" au
  • beat the crap out of each other in online multiplayer au
  • worked really well together in online co-op au
  • "i think your dog likes my dog" au
  • kissed them as a distraction while stealing their wallet au

missmartian23:

afterhouramphibibutts:

thespacehead:

how to properly write fanfiction

  • write 1 chapter
  • don’t write for a week
  • start an entirely new story
  • rinse, lather, repeat

Alternatively;

- write two or three chapters
- get people hooked
- laugh sadly to yourself each time you get a review pleading with you to finish the story, over the course of the next five years

The constant struggle. 

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