srsly why did I do crunches when I have horrendous period cramps?

I fucking love summer sometimes…

I fucking love summer sometimes…

Romilly is interfering with my plans to go and make some lunch, and Liara likes my Hannibal mug =3

suicideblonde:

"I remember Fight Club played at the Venice Film Festival at a midnight screening.  Edward Norton and I, after having a few drinks, were sitting next to the president who’s running the whole thing.  We’re sitting up in the balcony.  It’s subtitled and we’re the only fuckers laughing.  It gets to one of Helena’s scandalous lines - ‘I haven’t been fucked like that since I was in grade school.’ - and literally, the guy running the festival got up and left.  Edward and I were still the only ones laughing.  You could hear two idiots up in the balcony cackling through the whole thing.” - Brad Pitt in Entertainment Weekly, Sept 23rd, 2011 

suicideblonde:

"I remember Fight Club played at the Venice Film Festival at a midnight screening.  Edward Norton and I, after having a few drinks, were sitting next to the president who’s running the whole thing.  We’re sitting up in the balcony.  It’s subtitled and we’re the only fuckers laughing.  It gets to one of Helena’s scandalous lines - ‘I haven’t been fucked like that since I was in grade school.’ - and literally, the guy running the festival got up and left.  Edward and I were still the only ones laughing.  You could hear two idiots up in the balcony cackling through the whole thing.” 
- Brad Pitt in Entertainment Weekly, Sept 23rd, 2011 

A favourite photo from LFCC 2014. Me as Janet Weiss from the Rocky Horror Picture Show with my POP! baby Garrus <3

(P.s. sorry for the shade of my wig, the lighting in the hall made it orangey, and I don’t have photoshop to fix it right now)

A favourite photo from LFCC 2014. Me as Janet Weiss from the Rocky Horror Picture Show with my POP! baby Garrus <3

(P.s. sorry for the shade of my wig, the lighting in the hall made it orangey, and I don’t have photoshop to fix it right now)

No matter what they try, they won’t take away our will to fight. [x]

novelteathought:

strivingking:

When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like

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okay but the guy in blue gets up and hold onto the back of the red guys shirt like a small child or perhaps a duckling

To Rory; always.

tagged → #rory #my babe

THERE WAS A TURIAN GUARD ON THE CITADEL WHO DID THIS TOO.

In ME3 opposite General Oraka on the Citadel.

… It’s sad that I know this off the top of my head…

yagazieemezi:

foxxxynegrodamus:

NEW ITEMS UP ON 000SPORTWEAR.US 

This is my friend and boo (not yours) and she makes shit with her bare hands. HER HANDS lol

fatleopard:

Serenity by fatleopard

Models: Essie Golden goldenlady25 & Kym wills kmerica  

(goldenlady25 & @k_merica on ig ) 

Brooklyn , ny 

nofreedomlove:

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"Image Credit: Carol Rossetti

When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become. 

Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy. 

"It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. "It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be."

Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet. 

"I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself."

Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!" or "Mujeres en español!" which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.

One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.

It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.

"I can’t change the world by myself," Rossetti said. "But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another."

From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.

I was thinking about writing a sad fanfic for my friend shipping steve and coulson where steve won’t sign coulson’s trading cards and rejects him and then he dies and its heartbreaking but then I was like oh wait that’s already canon oops.

Yesterday I finished reading Mohsin Hamid’s ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist' and I'm slightly confused about what the fuck happened in the ending. Then I read Skin by Sarah Kane, followed by her play Blasted. This morning I read Kane’s Pyschosis 4:48.

I have come to the conclusion that at least half of Sarah Kane’s work makes no fucking sense.

Like, at all.

So in the past day and a half I’ve read two plays, a mini-script, and a novel, and I’ve come to the conclusion that literature is not fucking enlightening.

Excuse the rant, but I haven’t even had breakfast yet, and I’m considering (spoilers for Blasted) someone having their eyeballs sucked out and eaten by someone who then shot themselves in the head. Oh and then Ian dies in a fucking pit with the dead baby he just ate, but in the next scene is alive and being fed sausage.

cheese3d:

i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs