relyonloveonceinawhile:

whatmariadidnext:

two4fit:

TABLOID HEADLINES WITHOUT THE SEXISM

"WOMAN IN TRACKSUIT PROBABLY NOT DISOWNED BY ENTIRE FAMILY"

"It’s mildly breezy outside."

if-i-go:

donde-esta-mi-queso:

If someone were to forcibly enter a woman’s house without her consent no one would go up to her and say “maybe if your house didn’t look so expensive this wouldn’t have happened, you should make it look less wealthy” so why is that if someone forcibly enters a woman without her consent they say “if you didn’t dress like a slut this wouldn’t have happened, you should dress more modestly”?

why doesn’t this have more notes

raideo:

spookyelric:

sphynx-prince:

yungcoochie:

bankston:

goodreasonnews:

amazingatheist:

I’m so glad to see the younger generation waking up to this hypocrisy. 

The homeowner at 22 one is killing me.

…………………….

This meme makes me so angry because it’s so on-target.

I am screaming

this isn’t even funny to me it just makes me want to find the nearest baby boomer and deck them in the mouth

I reblog this every time because it always re-ignites my anger.

I feel you sphynx-prince.  

#this   

theminttu:

Sometimes there are no words

#BASICALLY ME   
why the fuck am i crying
— literally me during any situation that is slightly emotional  (via samprincesschester)
fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:


At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

thinkingorplotting:

People always talk about Jensen’s crying (which don’t get me wrong, is the most beautiful man cry I have ever seen and Misha is able to show such sorrow without actually shedding a tear) why does no one praise Jared’s? His crying is so unique because it has such a…boyish look to it. For being as big as he is, Jared has a way of appearing like an 8 year old child with a mere change of expression. He cries like a small boy whose puppy just got hit by a car and killed or a kid who lost a parent, or a kid whose house burned down. For a grown man whose 29, for him to capture such innocent and childish expressions never ceases to amaze me. Let it be his puppy dog eyes or his tears, Jared just…his emotions come through so innocent and raw. It’s beautiful. I don’t understand how people can say he is a bad actor.

thinkingorplotting:

People always talk about Jensen’s crying (which don’t get me wrong, is the most beautiful man cry I have ever seen and Misha is able to show such sorrow without actually shedding a tear) why does no one praise Jared’s? His crying is so unique because it has such a…boyish look to it. For being as big as he is, Jared has a way of appearing like an 8 year old child with a mere change of expression. He cries like a small boy whose puppy just got hit by a car and killed or a kid who lost a parent, or a kid whose house burned down. For a grown man whose 29, for him to capture such innocent and childish expressions never ceases to amaze me. Let it be his puppy dog eyes or his tears, Jared just…his emotions come through so innocent and raw. It’s beautiful. I don’t understand how people can say he is a bad actor.

afusionoffandoms:

#SPN10 countdown challenge | day 22 - episode 22 season 4Bobby Singer”They’re supposed to make you miserable; that’s why they’re family!”
Bobby is one of my all time favourite characters. He is intelligent, crafty, kind and honest, not to mention sassy enough to out-sass the King of Hell himself. I am convinced that this is the guy that taught the boys everything they know about witty retorts and snarky remarks.
If not for this speech, Dean wouldn’t have gone after Sam and Ruby would be alive and Sam would be in deep shit. Plain and simple.
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HD version found here.
The rest of the challenge is found here.

afusionoffandoms:

#SPN10 countdown challenge | day 22 - episode 22 season 4
Bobby Singer

They’re supposed to make you miserable; that’s why they’re family!”

Bobby is one of my all time favourite characters. He is intelligent, crafty, kind and honest, not to mention sassy enough to out-sass the King of Hell himself. I am convinced that this is the guy that taught the boys everything they know about witty retorts and snarky remarks.

If not for this speech, Dean wouldn’t have gone after Sam and Ruby would be alive and Sam would be in deep shit. Plain and simple.

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HD version found here.

The rest of the challenge is found here.

green-circles:

yaelstiel:

Sam finding out his brother is a demon [ITunes Promo]

SAM’S FACE IS KILLING ME

#-screams-   #omggg   #this season   #why can't it be here now   #spn   #season 10   #spoilers   

lnalloweentown:

being the fat friend like

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gallifreyanconsultingdetective:

dianeraeb:

siriuus:

do action movies know they can have more than one female character

Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions. 

This one male must have a shower scene, be saved by the protagonist at least once, and fall in love with a lead female.

prettyjared:

click it for fullsize >:C 

remember when Cas was actually reALLY COOL AND A BADASS ANGEL, SMITING A HUNDRED DEMONS WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING, STARING LUCIFER IN THE FACE? Now he’s a guy that breaks slushie machines. sighs.  yeah I miss season 4 Cas a lot 

#mmmm   #me too   #i like cute Cas but   #the badass is better   

theinglourious:

what’s it called when you have friends but you’re still lonely

Your 20’s

hoganddice:

forceguardian:

lpfan9976:

croatoanhero:

Harley is a gift from God.

This is why Harley is like my all time favorite!

Why did they leave out the best part of this scene?;

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The character development of Harley is probably one of the better things DC has done with their characters.

Can we talk about Dinah calling her Harleen there?
Can we talk about that please?

thewinchestercave:

"We come into the story roughly four to six weeks after we left. Sam only knows that Dean somehow disappeared from the bunker … the last time Sam saw him, Dean was dead and he certainly doesn’t know that Dean was a demon.” (x)

#UGHHH   #i'm dying to see this video now   #SPN   #spoilers   #season 10