1. emilyissherlocked:

    africant:

     vthebookworm:

    ragglefraggles:

    when they say youre too old for disney

    The hop, I can’t. I cackled.

    BUT DID YOU NOTICE AURORA

    Reblogged from: indelicateink
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    Reblogged from: d2cm
  3. leupagus:

catfoxwolf:

Let’s address the fallacy that a capacity for empathy is a necessary quality in a friend. A narcissist may also be a valuable companion. 

Open letter to all my friends: I will always drag you off to see a spider that looks like Jeremy Renner.

    leupagus:

    catfoxwolf:

    Let’s address the fallacy that a capacity for empathy is a necessary quality in a friend. A narcissist may also be a valuable companion. 

    Open letter to all my friends: I will always drag you off to see a spider that looks like Jeremy Renner.

    Reblogged from: brumous
  4. capitolcouture:

    Johanna Mason: Statuesque Allure

    The Capitol has outdone itself once again.  Still basking in the stoic radiance that was last year’s stunning Capitol Portraits, we here at Capitol Couture have nevertheless been waiting eagerly for the next wave of incredible images of our cherished elite. Fresh from the excitement of the most eventful Quarter Quell to date, we are thrilled and honored to present the new Capitol Citizen Living Portraits.  

    As our Quarter Quell victors, Peeta Mellark and Johanna Mason hold the distinct honor of being the first Capitol citizens featured within a Living Portrait.  Here we see Johanna in an exquisite Alon Livne creation that “juxtaposes the flowing drapery of classic statuary while the super modern and sculptural iridescent white bodice references the branch motif of the Panem Seal.”  With plunging lines and slits as daring and divine as the warrior woman herself, every element of Johanna’s ensemble (including her Alexander Wang shoes and hand-carved marble bangles by Chen Chen and Kai Williams) exudes her fierce strength and enduring pride- a true darling of the Capitol.


    Already all the rage with the Capitol elite, Capitol families are lining up to view these astoundingly realistic hologram displays in person. Citizens can witness the artist’s hand-selected series of Capitol Citizen Living Portraits in person at SOCA this summer.    

    Reblogged from: capitolcouture
  5. gold-blooded-killer:

    dozydozy:

    takealookatyourlife:

    snugglesfordean:

    savethewales:

    Half of the women I spoke to said , would he admit that’s he’s bit of a sexist, misogynistic — he sees women only in sexual terms?  (x)

    This is it, this is how I’m going to explain privilege to the next one.

    idk i struggle with Russell Brand b/c he makes some terrible choices but also then he says stuff like this so idk ikd idk

    same

    never been a fan but it is good to see when people start to understand where they might have done wrong

    he has been an almighty shitburger before but i love him, he speaks to me as a man who is becoming more and more self-aware and aware of the world around him. Plus his stance on addiction is pretty awesome.

    Reblogged from: dark-siren
  6. hophigh:

    YOU GUYS TURN ON THE SUBTITLES

    AHH I NEED A MINUTE

    Reblogged from: minuiko
  7. captainbisexual:

    it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here

    Reblogged from: trelkez
  8. iguanamouth:

    youre gonna look so godamn cool

    Reblogged from: d2cm
  9. irresistible-revolution:

    mousefeets:

    catelyntully:

    #sansa stark is the smartest player in the game #look at how well she manipulates Joffrey #and to think people call her stupid #lol at them #they have no idea sansa is going to come out on top #standing on a pile of her enemies #with a crown on her head

    I think Sansa is clever, but I think that what is important about Sansa more than that she is clever or that she will “come out on top” or end up powerful (she may or may not come out on top or end up in power!) is that Sansa Stark is kind, and she remains kind despite all the things that have happened to her. I think when people defend Sansa from h8rs they often try to point out things about her that are valuable to her but ultimately not really accomplishments? She learns to be clever and manipulative because she has to. She is kind out of choice, and persistently kind in the face of overwhelming cruelty, and that is why I love Sansa.

    THE END

    Reblogged from: dark-siren
  10. A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.

    You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.

    A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.

    You are in a garden, and you are astonished.

    Reblogged from: ullou
  11. ronnies-corner:

    breadmaakesyoufat:

    starfreezer:

    Georges son calls from Hogwarts on the first day of school terrified and keeps asking if George is okay, he reassures him that everything is alright but asks why he would ask that. Georges son explains that he thought he had died because he could have sworn he had seen a ghost that looked just like him joking around with the older students

    STOP DIS RIGHT NOW

    first of all, fuck you

    Reblogged from: dark-siren
  12. stele3:

teland:

kane52630:

Batman Returns

No wait, I need to reblog this again. I just — fuck. FUCK. This movie *defined so much of my adolescent sexuality*. You know, I talk a lot about how foundational the Batverse in general is to the growth of wee Te’s kinks, but FUCK. THIS MOVIE.
Look at him! Michael Keaton’s Batman isn’t grimly *taking* Michelle Pfeiffer’s aggressive sexuality. He isn’t stoic. He isn’t world-weary or disgusted or appalled or disappointed that a worthy opponent would sink so low. He *also* isn’t leering or smirking or assuming the upper hand because it’s obvious that Catwoman wants him sooo bad, heh heh.
In other words? He is being NOT ONE GODDAMNED THING like the vast majority of male heroes protagonists that we are subjected to in and out of genre media.
Look. At. That.
He’s gasping. He’s jerking a little. His lips are parted. He’s stunned — face held slack and *soft*. *Vulnerable*.
Sometimes — just sometimes — you’ll get something a *little* like this when the protagonist has been blasted with whatever the ~*evil*~ villainess is using as sex pollen this week, but even then, it’s usually all about his Manly Struggle to resist the Evils Of Female Aggression.
Not this.
Not this absolute, slack-jawed, needy, oh-God-what’s-happening HUNGER.
Now what those of you who *haven’t* seen this movie don’t know?
Fuck. It’s all through it. And when it’s *not* obvious that Bruce’s — *Bruce’s*, never Batman’s, not really, even though Catwoman plays with the man in the cape and cowl — cock is doing its level best to BATTER its way through every layer of clothing he’s wearing —
And I have *rarely* seen *anything* where the protagonist was as convincingly *desperate* for the female lead as Michael Keaton’s Bruce was Michelle Pfeiffer’s Selina —
— it’s obvious that he’s in love. Selina has him practically from hello. (Hell Here…) His glance turns to a stare. And stays that way. She’s the most interesting person *everywhere*. She’s his *focus*. And — God. You can *see* him looking at himself and seeing not “one of the richest men in the world, extremely brilliant, world-class athlete, kind of a hottie” but “I am a giant weirdo who sometimes sleeps upside down, wakes up screaming all the time despite the bat-sleepies, talks to myself and pretty much no one else except for the valet who raised me and never actually has direct conversations with me, also no one has direct conversations with me, I’m crazy, I’m very crazy, how am I going to impress this perfect goddess, um um, maybe if I’m funny? I think I can tell… jokes?”
And he’s just this big, weird *nerd* with her, and it totally works, and every part of her that isn’t (quite) Catwoman is SO TOTES ON BOARD, even though every part of her that’s (almost) entirely Catwoman likes the danger of the man who really is just *pretending* to be Batman. The man who’s desperate and hungry and maaad for her in ALL THE WAYS, ALL THE DELICIOUS AND OBVIOUS AND INTOXICATION WAYS, and when The Reveal happens, and they realize that the people they’ve been coming to crave every second of every minute of every day ARE THE PEOPLE THEY’VE BEEN COMING TO CRAVE EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY?
OH JUST GO LOOK! LOOOK!
I just — there are so many reasons that this is the Bruce I imprinted on?
But moments like this one are HUGE among them.
A Bruce who *isn’t* just that *poleaxed* by the people he loves is no Bruce, at all.

Reblogging this because of the “cock is doing its level best to BATTER its way through every layer of clothing he’s wearing” line…but also because Micheal Keaton will forever be the one actor who played Batman as, forgive me, batshit crazy as he should be. When he said, “I am Batman,” you BELIEVED him.

    stele3:

    teland:

    kane52630:

    Batman Returns

    No wait, I need to reblog this again. I just — fuck. FUCK. This movie *defined so much of my adolescent sexuality*. You know, I talk a lot about how foundational the Batverse in general is to the growth of wee Te’s kinks, but FUCK. THIS MOVIE.

    Look at him! Michael Keaton’s Batman isn’t grimly *taking* Michelle Pfeiffer’s aggressive sexuality. He isn’t stoic. He isn’t world-weary or disgusted or appalled or disappointed that a worthy opponent would sink so low. He *also* isn’t leering or smirking or assuming the upper hand because it’s obvious that Catwoman wants him sooo bad, heh heh.

    In other words? He is being NOT ONE GODDAMNED THING like the vast majority of male heroes protagonists that we are subjected to in and out of genre media.

    Look. At. That.

    He’s gasping. He’s jerking a little. His lips are parted. He’s stunned — face held slack and *soft*. *Vulnerable*.

    Sometimes — just sometimes — you’ll get something a *little* like this when the protagonist has been blasted with whatever the ~*evil*~ villainess is using as sex pollen this week, but even then, it’s usually all about his Manly Struggle to resist the Evils Of Female Aggression.

    Not this.

    Not this absolute, slack-jawed, needy, oh-God-what’s-happening HUNGER.

    Now what those of you who *haven’t* seen this movie don’t know?

    Fuck. It’s all through it. And when it’s *not* obvious that Bruce’s — *Bruce’s*, never Batman’s, not really, even though Catwoman plays with the man in the cape and cowl — cock is doing its level best to BATTER its way through every layer of clothing he’s wearing —

    And I have *rarely* seen *anything* where the protagonist was as convincingly *desperate* for the female lead as Michael Keaton’s Bruce was Michelle Pfeiffer’s Selina —

    — it’s obvious that he’s in love. Selina has him practically from hello. (Hell Here…) His glance turns to a stare. And stays that way. She’s the most interesting person *everywhere*. She’s his *focus*. And — God. You can *see* him looking at himself and seeing not “one of the richest men in the world, extremely brilliant, world-class athlete, kind of a hottie” but “I am a giant weirdo who sometimes sleeps upside down, wakes up screaming all the time despite the bat-sleepies, talks to myself and pretty much no one else except for the valet who raised me and never actually has direct conversations with me, also no one has direct conversations with me, I’m crazy, I’m very crazy, how am I going to impress this perfect goddess, um um, maybe if I’m funny? I think I can tell… jokes?”

    And he’s just this big, weird *nerd* with her, and it totally works, and every part of her that isn’t (quite) Catwoman is SO TOTES ON BOARD, even though every part of her that’s (almost) entirely Catwoman likes the danger of the man who really is just *pretending* to be Batman. The man who’s desperate and hungry and maaad for her in ALL THE WAYS, ALL THE DELICIOUS AND OBVIOUS AND INTOXICATION WAYS, and when The Reveal happens, and they realize that the people they’ve been coming to crave every second of every minute of every day ARE THE PEOPLE THEY’VE BEEN COMING TO CRAVE EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY?

    OH JUST GO LOOK! LOOOK!

    I just — there are so many reasons that this is the Bruce I imprinted on?

    But moments like this one are HUGE among them.

    A Bruce who *isn’t* just that *poleaxed* by the people he loves is no Bruce, at all.

    Reblogging this because of the “cock is doing its level best to BATTER its way through every layer of clothing he’s wearing” line…but also because Micheal Keaton will forever be the one actor who played Batman as, forgive me, batshit crazy as he should be. When he said, “I am Batman,” you BELIEVED him.

    Reblogged from: stele3
  13. teenermeener:

    intheoctobeegarden:

    notasenator:

    yisusfishus:

    beepony:

    joeaction:

    Color me impressed.

    how can you just

    full on draw with no undersketch or refs

    HOW

    image

    Hey Drew, have you seen this?

    image

    ART BONER…RIGHT HERE.

    Reblogged from: saunterleftside
  14. batcii:

    smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.

    Reblogged from: hellotailor
  15. India, who are you? You were supposed to love me, weren’t you?

    Reblogged from: katerayearth
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