Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

raiseusfromperdition:

shippingsabrieliam:

What if you went to a parallel universe and were going to meet your evil self but the version of you there is actually really nice and you’re the asshole

#i dont need to go to an alternate universe to know that im the asshole

aconissa:

note to everyone refraining from reading the song of achilles because they think that the relationship between patroclus and achilles is just implied: IT’S NOT, IT’S EXPLICITLY GAY, REAL ACTUAL QUEER REPRESENTATION, THEY ARE WRITTEN AS ROMANTICALLY AND SEXUALLY INVOLVED, I PROMISE

anxiousterragon:

I need to prove a point to my stepdad. This is absolute bullshit.

So if you think a trans man can be a man without a penis or a trans woman can be a woman without a vagina, please reblogged.

firedrill:

the-fisher-queen:

ghostruto:

if you are under 18:

• your nudes are child pornography 
• people you send them to can be charged with possession of child pornography
• you can be charged with distribution of child pornography 
• don’t take nudes

This is not about body shaming, this is not about ‘telling you what to do with your sexuality’ this is literally a federal crime don’t fuck with the law okay.

sundayswiththeilluminati:

Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up. “Well, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.

The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy book bound in sheets of lead and night. It is the kind of book that gets stolen by a rugged adventurer from a temple with more spike-traps than the average house of worship contains. It is the kind of book to which the word “tome” might properly be applied. Frost forms on its pages from the lingering chill of the void. 

The skeleton coughs once and holds the book out to the man sitting on the bed.

WOULD YOU SIGN THIS? it asks. BIG FAN.

desirethepositive:

I want to open a really angry coffee shop called “I’m Not a Morning Person” and name all the drinks really angrily

like “can I get a Fuck You” or a “I’m Studying for Finals” or “My In-Laws are in Town”

and they all have shots of tequila in them

who wants to be my business partner

if lucifer needs someones consent to enter their body then so do you

solemnlyswearr:

Ron Weasley offered the stranger sitting next to him on the train half his sandwich even though it was all he had.

Ron Weasley sacrificed himself for the good of Harry and Hermione at age eleven because even then he thought they were more important than he was, and the ones worth saving.

Ron Weasley was Harry Potter’s first friend and the first thing Harry ever had resembling a family. 

Ron Weasley lived in a cramped house and wore hand me down robes and he didn’t even think twice about offering his room and food and family to Harry every break. 

Ron Weasley took care of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger when they were too busy taking care of the rest of the world to worry about themselves. 

Ron Weasley stood on broken bones when he was thirteen years old, to tell a man infamous for murder that if he planned on killing his best mate, he would have to go through him first.

Ron Weasley was the person Harry would miss most in the world.

Ron Weasley was a pureblood wizard who, from a very young age, devoted his life to abolishing blood status, even if he didn’t quite understand his own privilege. 

Ron Weasley gave Dobby his own clothes and socks to be buried in, because he understood how important it would have been to him.

Ron Weasley thought about saving the house elves when everyone else forgot. 

If you don’t love Ron Weasley, The Boy Who Cared, I don’t know what books you read but they weren’t the same ones I did.

cocainedollarbillsandmyhlp:

bandsandyoutuberswow:

tszarina:

i remember when i was in second grade and i saw my sister kiss her female friend on the cheek and i was totally floored because i didn’t know two girls could kiss each other and i went to school and told my friends and we all started kissing each other and i basically started a lesbian uprising

nice

That’s beautiful

skaydown:

ON GOD . 

carazelaya:

ellenannmary:

2015 trend: answering the question “are you a feminist?” with the question “are you not?” in order to make not being a feminist sound more like the ridiculous, illogical thing that it is.

I’ve never reblogged anything faster.

lucifersblog:

washingtub:

• Wet hair
• Comb through
• Separate at the part
• Draw a pentagram on the floor
• Perform blood sacrifice
• Offer up your soul to the devil
• Chant ancient Latin conjuration spell
• Summon Satan
• Ask Satan to braid your hair

You know what?

Screw you. I am done braiding people’s hair. Do you know how many braids I have done today?

Thirty-fucking-seven.

And I don’t even get a “Hey Satan how’s it going your cloven hooves look fabulous today” it’s just “Braid it. Go.”

blueivysedges:

psychotic-stranger:

youaremybestfriendbud:

there will come a day where i cannot reblog this

I still have 5 years to reblog this.

2 more years

psilentasincjelli:

someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking

#someone get me a young child i have wisdom to pass on

avengersincamphalfbloodstardis:

lightbringing-fallen-angel:

kennedyclintonkat:

brella:

tragic backstories explain bad deeds but they do not excuse them

• tragic backstories explain bad deeds but they do not excuse them

A+ gif use

screenager-jpg:

okay so my grandma had this friend and he was late to everything, but he didn’t really mind, as he would always joke around and say ‘oh well, as long as i’m not late to my own funeral’.

he recently passed away and last week at his funeral, everyone was in the church waiting for it to begin. they waited for more than 30 minutes past the set time and then came the news: 

the hearse had gotten stuck in traffic. the hearse with his body in it. 

he was late to his own fucking funeral.