thunderboltsortofapenny:

silicadaisy:

Bucky being a little shit is best Bucky

I didn’t get it and then I got it and I let out the most offensive laugh of my life

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

bidyke:
“ rcmclachlan:
“ doodlyood:
“ theonewholovesbooks:
“ thatfilthyanimal:
“ Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic...

bidyke:

rcmclachlan:

doodlyood:

theonewholovesbooks:

thatfilthyanimal:

Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic surgery, and plan to have like 20 babies… but if I try at all to safely make it impossible for me to breed for the sake of my health suddenly its like WOAH THERE SLOW DOWN MISSY YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT YET

I have stage III Endometriosis, which means I have to get my uterus removed because I literally have terrible cramps ALL THE TIME and not just when I’m on my period. Now, I’ve always said I don’t want any children for personal reasons and I don’t need my uterus, really. I am not worried about that surgery and I don’t feel any kind of nostalgia over an organ I won’t ever use. 

The thing is, my doctor is a ‘man’. This ‘man’ told me I had to get pregnant right now before it’s too late. I told him I didn’t want to get pregnant and explained the multiple reasons but what, do you ask, did my doctor have to say about this? ‘Well, better have a kid now because just imagine how depressing it must be being a thirty-something woman without children and a husband?’

I was diagnosed a year ago. I should have gone through surgery six months ago and I still can’t find a doctor that will perform the surgery without trying to force me to have children first. Basically, if you’re a woman you don’t have a say in what can and cannot be done to your body without a shitload of people getting in the way AND I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT.

A dear friend of mine wanted to have her tubes tied.  She was about to give birth to twins and the doctors wouldn’t consent because she wasn’t 21 yet.  She had already had children and they still refused to let her have the procedure.

My friend got a vasectomy a week after asking his doctor for one, no problem. He was 25.

Me? I’ve asked 4 different doctors for some kind of permanent sterilisation—tubal ligation or Essure or whatever—and I get a pat on the head and a “You’d regret it if you did.”

Oh, DIDN’T REALIZE YOU HAD A DIRECT LINE TO MY BRAIN.

This is horrifying.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

calyxofawildflower:

Hey let’s destroy the pernicious myth that preteens were regularly marrying in medieval and early modern Europe and were having children as young teenagers. It’s just not true. Church records show the typical age people got married was around 18-23. Sure, around a third of brides were pregnant at the time of their marriage, but premarital sex was actually completely fine in medieval and early modern Europe if the couple intended to marry. (Oh look! Another historical fact the Victorian period completely mangled!)

Very young girls were not having babies in medieval times, people. The only people who ever bring this non-fact up are paedophiles looking to defend their dangerous paraphilia. So cut it out. Stop spreading this myth. It’s not historical, it’s not factual, it’s not true.

(via lupinatic)

wordsandshadows:

fanfic that I need to exist:

  • Leverage!AU of The Librarians (ie Library crew as grifters etc)
  • Librarians!AU of Leverage (ie Leverage crew in the Library)

(via renew-leverage)

lupinatic:
“ the-perfect-prefect:
“ arigirl12345:
“ uh-strology:
“ sluttysos:
“ attack-clifford:
“ lovinmymelanin:
“ brittanybalaoing:
“ xscarxhealsx:
“ a-dun-you-cant-sweat-out:
“ c10h13n5o4:
“ destined4nirvana:
“ sad-butsassy:
“ mashtonpotatoes:
“...

lupinatic:

the-perfect-prefect:

arigirl12345:

uh-strology:

sluttysos:

attack-clifford:

lovinmymelanin:

brittanybalaoing:

xscarxhealsx:

a-dun-you-cant-sweat-out:

c10h13n5o4:

destined4nirvana:

sad-butsassy:

mashtonpotatoes:

slowlylosinglbs:

seeyanightvale:

eutux1a:

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.

If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

If you are thinking of taking your life, call:

1-800-784-2433

1-800-SUICIDE

You stupid motherfuckers, don’t you dare not reblog this. Because this deserves 100K notes more than pictures of your favourite gay couple or cute cats, and yet it has 243 notes. 243 fucking notes? Fuck that. Fucking signal boost this.

I wish she had seen this.

You could save a life tonight with just one reblog

oh god I wish he had seen this that night

guys you could save a life tonight I dont care if your a colour blog or whatever reblog this now

oh jesus fucking christ this shit got me crying god fucking damn

This is it. This is the post that helped save my life.

I needed this tonight…reblog to save more lives…I’m literally bawling…

@kittenraves the last paragraph

Swear if it wasn’t the fact that I had a little sister who I knew would be crushed if I left i wouldn’t be alive today.

Friendly reminder that if you ever want to talk you can send me anons or use the newer message system. I won’t judge and I’ll try so hard to give you advice. You’re all so fucking important. Keep fighting because I believe in you

Guys seriously. If you ever need anything. Our ask box is always open. Please feel free to talk to either one of us. Because both of us will do our damnedest to help you with whatever you’re struggling with. You are not alone. Please don’t ever think that you’re alone. Just keep fighting and never back down. There’s people out there who care about you.

-Ally

My ask is always open. I love you all.

I may not be the best at giving advice, but my ask box is always open if you want to talk!

I know a lot of people don’t actually want to talk about their problems because I sure don’t
But I’ve discovered talking about something else helps sometimes
Whether you want to talk about how you feel or you just want a distraction I WILL NEVER IGNORE YOU because you deserve someone go talk to

There’s always someone to talk to. For me it was a friend. Trust me. You will be glad later.

(Source: writtenly)

vintagebattlestar:

i’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because i don’t have any money but i do have Fists and am always angry

(Source: battlestarfloralia, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)

Tags: FIGHT ME

remvsxlvpin:

can we give remus lupin some credit for not BURSTING OUT INTO TEARS when he woke up and saw harry on the train?? he hadn’t seen him for more than 10 years and he managed to keep his composure

also

hello

“There was a soft, crackling noise, and a shivering light filled the compartment. Professor Lupin appeared to be holding a handful of flames.” (PoA, pg 83)

BECAUSE FORGET LUMOS, REMUS LUPIN JUST HOLDS FIRE

(via lupinatic)

prompts based on my life (because i am a mess)

copperbadge:

campwellsjaha:

  • we’re the only ones in this tiny bus shelter and you’ve been crying for 10 minutes and i would give you some privacy but it’s pouring rain out so “do you want to  talk about it,” i guess?
  • you’ve just moved into my apartment and all i want is a drink but you’ve been in the kitchen for an hour, and you’re going to judge me hardcore for drinking whiskey at noon on a sunday
  • you’re my waiter and “yes, i’d like a pitcher of sangria” and “no, i’m not waiting for my friends- this essay isn’t going to write itself, jesus christ”/i work in a pub by campus and am becoming incresingly concerned about the girl who’s on her second pitcher and has an essay due at 7 tonight
  • i work in a drive-thru and didn’t realize the speaker was still on and started singing “i am beautiful in every single way” and you heard and were like “i’m sure you are” and i’m mortified and you’re hot
  • you’ve been looking through the self-help section at a bookstore for at least 2 hours and this one employee keeps walking by looking more and more concerned every time
  • you work in a coffee shop and are in the middle of a hella rendition of ‘total eclipse of the heart’ and get WAY too into it, and a (really hot dammit) customer tried to get your attention by singing “turn around, bright eyes”
  • we always get into huge debates in our lectures , and one time it got particularly heated and you threw your computer mouse at me, we got kicked out, and now you’re demanding that i buy you a new one?? who even uses mouses anyways??
  • this class is really boring, so maybe i’ve been looking at your laptop over your shoulder, and now i feel like i know you based off the the buzzfeed quizzes that you’ve been taking
  • i forgot my copy of Goblet of Fire on this park bench and when i come back to get it this really hot guy is reading it, but he insists that the book is his and holy shit he’s hot, but i will fight him for the book
  • we’re in the same photography class and i thought i was alone in the dark room so i’ve been belting out every song on the radio and you don’t chime in until a duet comes on and i hit (and cut) my head on an enlarger because “holy SHIT how long have you been here?”
  • my friend and i decided to get tattoos and we’re underage but she knows a guy, so now i’m lying on her kitchen table with my pants half way down my legs and did you REALLY just ask me for my number? is now REALLY the time? 
  • we share sheet music in band but i’m terrible at reading it so i bribe you to write in the notes and you decide that a date is suitable payback

  • You passed out onto me on the train. Have my water bottle.
  • I don’t know if my wrist is broken but you are by far the hottest doctor I’ve ever encountered so I hope so. 
  • You asked me to help you install your computer in your dorm room because I “look like I know about computers”. I don’t, but I also don’t know anyone on campus yet, so why not try? (And epic fail?)
  • You’re in the next seat over at the coffee shop reading my blog on your laptop what no why
  • I am shopping in your bookstore and you didn’t notice my mother was standing directly behind me when you really blatantly hit on me.
  • Thank you, neighbor, I did set the wall on fire, but only a little and it’s out now, no need to be concerned.
  • You keep apologizing for playing your trumpet at night in the apartment below mine but you’re actually really good and I kind of enjoy it.
  • You have the biggest dog I’ve ever seen and every time I see you walking your dog something awesome happens to me. I know it’s very crazy but I think your dog is my lucky charm. 
  • We are trapped in this elevator and just barely know each other. To avoid making small talk, let’s call everyone we know and make them entertain us.
  • I am in this diner so often and I have such a specific order that you have named the order after me.

(Source: nurseysderek, via princehal9000)

Tags: aus writing

babbugroot:

icarusinstatic:

constantlycomic:

createdd:

the-narddog:

I will never understand why this Christmas song goes so hard.

OKAY MOTHERFUCKERS LISTEN UP

BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS NOT CAROL OF THE BELLS

IT IS CHRISTMAS EVE/SARAJEVO 12/24 AND IT IS SO MUCH FUCKING MORE THAN CAROL OF THE BELLS.

SO DURING THE BOSNIAN WAR (WHICH WAS THIS NASTY-ASS CONFLICT IN BOSNIA AND HERZGOVINA) THERE WAS THIS BADASS CELLO-PLAYING MOTHERFUCKER NAMED VEDRAN SMAILOVIC.  HE WAS FROM SARAJEVO WAS UPSET ABOUT ALL THE SHIT AND NASTINESS THAT CAME ABOUT THROUGH THIS WAR (THIS WAS FULL-ON BROTHER-KILLING-BROTHER SHIT) THAT HE WENT AROUND TO BOMBED-OUT, BLOWN UP BUILDINGS AND FUNERALS—WHERE HE WAS AT RISK OF FUCKING SNIPER FIRE—AND PLAYING THE CELLO.  THIS GUY WAS SO SET ON PROVIDING ONE TINY SPOT OF BEAUTY IN A SERIOUSLY NASTY WAR HE WAS RISKING BEING FUCKING SHOT OR BLOWN UP.

AND THIS IS THE GUY WHO INSPIRED THIS SONG.

HE’S WHY THERE’S THE CALM CELLO PART AT THE BEGINNING BEFORE EVERYTHING GETS ALL VIOLENT-SOUNDING.  IT’S THEMATIC.

THAT’S WHY THIS CHRISTMAS SONG GOES SO FUCKING HARD.

music history ftw

(Source: ijustlaughalot, via bonehandledknife)

bonehandledknife:

angsthound:

micdotcom:

Watch: Rachel Maddow destroys Huckabee, Cruz and Jindal for speaking at a horrifically homophobic event.

I keep thinking about this and it’s just…

It’s really fucking chilling and isolating when multiple serious candidates for president can get on stage and campaign with a guy quite literally and openly calling for the rounding up and execution of people based on their sexuality, and the fucking mainstream newspapers don’t even mention it.

Not even the goddamn ‘we’re-so-liberal!’ New York Times. Oh, the NYT is happy to squee over same-sex marriage and put up little links about ‘Share Your Story!’ for transgender people, but when it comes to calling out politicians attending rallies where the host is literally calling for the death of LGBT folks it’s crickets. Not one fucking word, when it should be the goddamn first story on the front page.

And that’s not even getting into the bisexual/pansexual erasure of the little coverage it has gotten. As if only gays and lesbians either exist or are at risk.

Please, if the democrat you’re supporting doesn’t get nominated, PLEASE still vote.

https://registertovote.org/

(Source: mic.com)