"Luckily I have an ace up my sleeve!" I smirk and roll my sleeve up. A confused asexual rolls out, blinking in the sudden light.
Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.
There is no other explanation. There is no “I need all the facts.” There is no excuse. You hate women. Own it.
Now, you probably don’t believe you hate women. You probably honestly think you’re being an objective observer whose only interest is the truth. You are delusional.
We have this problem in our discourse around the most important challenges we face where we feel we have to be “fair to both sides.” But sometimes, one of those sides is subjugation and oppression. If you’re OK with legitimizing that side in the interest of “fairness,” you’re essentially saying you’re OK with oppression as a part of the human condition. That’s some hateful shit."
No I mean you guys don’t understand
I could potentially kiss TWO DIFFERENT GIRLS.
I’ve always been terrified of pursuing girls. And… I don’t know, what’s been happening the last few days is so different, so much more VIBRANT, than all those lackluster months with him, sitting in his room.
God, I’m practically crying. This is my life.
A SECOND GIRL SAID SHE’D LOVE TO GO OUT SOMETIME
OH MY GOD
I have NEVER casually dated. This is BONKERS.
There’s safe songs from Book of Mormon to sing out loud, but of course you don’t want to sing any of those out loud. You just want to blurt out things like,
"NO NO JOSEPH, DON’T FUCK THE BABY. JOSEPH SMITH, DON’T FUCK THE BABY"
Starting to plan out an OC to be a foil for Leon, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Jason Momoa for Men’s Health UK October issue (x)
Muggleborn students at Hogwarts (part 1/?)
This is beautiful.
Forever reblog because this is fucking wonderful.
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie."
Shhh the baby is sleeping
Here are some dogs enjoying Popsicles.