philcoulson:

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shezzatective:

I get so confused when people on tumblr are like “shipping Johnlock is offensive to queer people”

I am a queer people and I ship Johnlock

Maybe you should not speak for all of us

(via thescienceofjohnlock)

prettymuchdone:

“ok” and “okay” sound different in my head

(via thefangirlingwalrus)

heykarli:

My friends mom is 4’9 and her dad is 6’5. Whenever she is mad at him, she grabs a chair to yell in his face. Everytime that happens, he’s laughing too hard for her to stay mad. They say it’s the only way they’ve been married for so long.

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nakedcuddles:

appropriately-inappropriate:

vickiexz:

penjolina:

piddlebucket:

randomstabbing:

hilariousslut:

aliveforalittlewhile:

warcrimenancydrew:

historywhore:

warcrimenancydrew:

do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?

This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.

^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.

In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.

It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.

I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes.

“NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF.

“AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF.

Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over.

same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM

when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper,

and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street.

so of course i came back with

moving out of the way for them as i walked.

he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do.

i find this really fascinating because this actually what defines so-called masculine and feminine traits and gestures. the whole limp-wrist thing? that’s someone decreasing the amount of space they take up by not extending their arm fully. same with crossing one’s legs, how it’s considered more masculine to swing your shoulders when you walk creating a wider gait instead of your hips, how someone who holds their elbows tightly into their torso instead of letting them fall more loosely at their sides is considered feminine.

taking up space is not just a frequent habit of males in our culture, its actually how society thinks masculinity is supposed to be expressed.

It’s also why you can seriously freak people out if you’re a woman by sitting back in your chair and draping your arm over the backrest of the one beside it.

Try it.

It’s claiming space, and more importantly, it’s powerful body language. In primates (including humans), the individual that “opens” its chest—that is, leaves it open to attack—is the most dominant of them, precisely because it shows a confidence that no one WILL attack you.

Look at someone who’s comfortable vs someone who’s uncomfortable—the uncomfortable person will inevitably cross their arms or cover their chest to in an instinct to protect the thoracic cavity.

So, when you want to look HELLA confident, open up your chest and make direct eye contact. It feels weird (for women!) at first, but it’s the fastest way to freak a dude out. They genuinely do not know what to do when a woman displays behaviour they recognize as confident.

This was interesting. Literally never thought about it before. 

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disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.
disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.
disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.
disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.
disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.
disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.
disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day
The wonderful casting of The Lion King.

disneyroxy:

Projdisney: week 2: Sunday : Free Day

The wonderful casting of The Lion King.

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acidic-child:

itscooliosbuturblind:

beammeupsc0ttie:

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

Fuck.


Oh god

acidic-child:

itscooliosbuturblind:

beammeupsc0ttie:

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

Fuck.

Oh god

(via superdoctorstarkidpotterlock)

teamrocketing:

we all know this bitch who says “i can’t draw that well” and then they’re like

image

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deanismypatronass:

cocolooo:

deanismypatronass:

cocolooo:

i love high contrast photos of fruit floating threateningly in the night

I don’t believe such a thing exists

image

image

I was mistaken

I don’t believe peppers are a fruit?

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fishcustardandthecumberbeast:

spockhetti:

HAHAHAHAHAH SO MY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT SHE AND A FRIEND OF HERS ARE FAKING A RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO TAKE HIM TO THIS HOUSE IN THE MOUNTAINS WHERE THEY HAVE YEARLY FAMILY REUNIONS BUT ONLY RELATIVES AND PARTNERS ARE ALLOWED

AND SHE’S LIKE YEAH SO WE ONLY HAVE TO ACT LIKE WE ARE A COUPLE BUT WE’RE NOT OF COURSE IT WILL BE FUN

HAHAHAHAHA M8 I HAVE READ ENOUGH FANFICTION TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING

That last sentence.

(via thefangirlingwalrus)

soulforsam:

onbrokenwingswefall:

fortheloveoftrenchcoats:

thisisvodka:

cosplaymallow:

jessatr0n:

This is a homeless guy who lives on a bridge in Dublin City. Last week his rabbit was grabbed from him and thrown into the river below.. the River Liffey. Which is one of the most horrible rivers in Ireland. The currents are really strong and it’s filthy.. Anyway, as soon as the rabbit hit the water this guy was already hurdling off the bridge and towards the freezing river to save her. After hitting the water and successfully locating her, he proceeding to pump air back into her, making her regain consciousness and basically come back to life. I was talking to him today along with another woman and she asked “Why in the name of God did you jump into the water? Did you not think about it?!” and straight away he replied with “No. I didn’t stop to think. I just jumped. It was an instinct.. I needed to save her.”

For saving the rabbit, he was given the ‘compassionate citizen award’ by the charity Aran.  The guy who threw the rabbit in the river has been charged with animal cruelty.

The homeless man was also given carrots for his rabbit and dog food for his dog. They also offered him a job.

This is a great man.

In a world where so much bad happens every day, it’s nice to hear about some good.

this actually brought tear to my eyes.

And this story has a sad end to it.

A couple months ago, someone stole his rabbit, Barney, from where he was staying. He hasn’t been able to find her, or even who did it, but sadly, she’s gone.

But, he did get a new rabbit, and he still lets people come up and pet it, and his dogs. He’s a very nice guy.

(via thefangirlingwalrus)

acidictrips:

cantankerous-canoodle:

submissivefeminist:

Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.

idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect

if you don’t love benson you’re wrong
acidictrips:

cantankerous-canoodle:

submissivefeminist:

Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.

idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect

if you don’t love benson you’re wrong

acidictrips:

cantankerous-canoodle:

submissivefeminist:

Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.

idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect

if you don’t love benson you’re wrong

(via thefangirlingwalrus)

bubblepoopswamp:

Okay everyone. Do you see this?

Do you see these two words?

They do not mean the same thing.

Can we all decide to stop using “gay” as a synonym for bisexual, since they’re completely different things? Bisexuality is not the same concept as homosexuality, nor is it a subset of it.

(via danshowersnaked)