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brightsips: helloconnnie: lie-t0-m3: forever reblog The bias...

Sat, 25 May 2013 09:30:27 -0700

helloconnnie:

lie-t0-m3:

forever reblog

The bias between these two body types is really getting out of hand.

VS apparently doesn’t have ANY idea what it’s talking about.

I appreciate the sentiment but really Dove…the message you’re sending out is kinda crappy too. Not as bad as VS, but bad still.

lightspeedsound: manybodies: lightspeedsound: lunapics: thesh...

Fri, 24 May 2013 21:00:14 -0700

lightspeedsound:

manybodies:

lightspeedsound:

lunapics:

theshells:

I can’t stop laughing at Harry running the fuck away, the boy who lived ladies and gentlemen.

….You realize, of course, that Hermione Granger lit a teacher on fire when she was eleven, and kept a person alive in a jar for a year when she was fourteen, and studies dark and forbidden magics for kicks, and is one of the brightest and strongest witches of her era. If she came at me, even wandless, I would aparate to Neptune to get away from her.

Hermione Granger also:

punched Draco Malfoy in the nose for being an idiot

purposefully performed a confundus charm on whatshsface WHILE HE WAS FLYING just so Ron would win (omfg that is so fucking dangerous)

literally pulled a fucking Bourne Identity on her parents and managed to set them up in fucking Australia (jesus christ she literally made it so that she NEVER EXISTED wtf that’s so fucking 007)

Convinced the Ministry of Magic to give her an incredibly dangerous and volatile device that allowed her to ALTER TIMELINES COMPLETELY (just because she was so smart, literally, that is the reason, her “potential”)

Has enough basic survival skills and badass magic to literally disappear to the middle of nowhere and flourish AND figure out Voldemort’s plot with Harry

Hermione also figures out not only what Voldemort’s plan is, but generally how to beat it, WAY BEFORE VOLDEMORT EVER DOES. Why? because she is just that much smarter and better at magic than everybody else

in conclusion: Voldemort wishes he could be as awesome as Hermione, that’s why he wants to kill her so bad.

Can we rehave this series with hermione as the protagonist.

Hermione Granger and “That Time I Used the Power of Research and Deductive Reasoning to Make Sure Harry Didn’t Die”

Hermione Granger and “That time I figured shit out and literally ended up petrified for the cause and it took my friends weeks to figure out that I had the research on me”

Hermione Granger and “That Time I Was a Time Lord”

Hermione Granger and “That Time I Realized I was Hot and Smart and Saved Harry’s Ass with Research. Again. All the Time. Really, He Would Have Died Without Me.”

Hermione Granger and “That time Harry was too emo to actually do shit so I did shit in his name because I am the power behind the throne clearly also PS fought evil deatheaters and won”

Hermione Granger and “That Time I told Harry about the Dangers of Copying off Somebody’s else’s work that wasn’t mine and OH LOOK I WAS RIGHT”

Hermione Granger and “That Time I let Harry Decide Where to Go and What To do and we ended up wandering the forests of dean for like 5 months before saving his ass at Hogwarts”

Update - pt. 3

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:35:17 -0700

No time to write

No time to sleep

But I did eventually get that chocolate.

43% of milk chocolatey happiness

Im so tired. Can I dgaf now?

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thepondsfadeaway: j nuwanda13: irefusetobedefined: ddowney: ...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:00:24 -0700

thepondsfadeaway:

j

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

hoshi wo ou kodomo + sky

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:30:10 -0700

hoshi wo ou kodomo + sky

witch-breed: #it’s just a kid show, they say #they are...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:00:36 -0700

witch-breed:

#it’s just a kid show, they say #they are fictional characters, they say #why are you getting so emotional, they say

"I think that’s what I find most strange about this world, nobody ever says how they feel. They hurt,..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:30:20 -0700

“I think that’s what I find most strange about this world, nobody ever says how they feel. They hurt, but they don’t cry out. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or jump around and they’re angry but they hardly ever scream. Because they feel ashamed. Nothing’s worse than that. So we all walk around with our heads looking down and never look up and see how beautiful the sky is.”

- Uptown Girls (via thelovewhisperer)

I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:00:20 -0700

I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people

fuckyeahjapanandkorea: A fond dream (by sunnywinds*)

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:30:33 -0700

fuckyeahjapanandkorea:

A fond dream (by sunnywinds*)

aftrthelastmdtwnshow: This was the greatest joke in all of...

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:00:33 -0700

aftrthelastmdtwnshow:

This was the greatest joke in all of Wreck it Ralph. I still cannot believe they did this.

"On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 09:30:12 -0700

“On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.”

- Shakesville: Feminism 101 (via andotherdoublemeanings)

Julie: youre turning 20

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:21:34 -0700

Julie: youre turning 20

Me: /nods absentmindedly

Julie: Im turning 15

Me: /nods again

Julie: I feel old

Me: ......./death glare

Julie: ...old...er

Me: ....

Photo

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:00:36 -0700

"But as I continue living like this, I wonder what the point of living is."

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:30:20 -0700

““But as I continue living like this, I wonder what the point of living is.””

- Nell (The Day Before 그리고, 남겨진 것들)

"I’m dying in a few hours, your secrets are safe with me. Unless you’re keeping them from yourself"

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:00:18 -0700

“I’m dying in a few hours, your secrets are safe with me. Unless you’re keeping them from yourself”

- House, “Lockdown”

fuckyeahjapanandkorea: unbenannt by mizulys*

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:30:20 -0700

fuckyeahjapanandkorea:

unbenannt by mizulys*

darbesaurus: tinychatter: imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told imagine reading a...

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:00:30 -0700

darbesaurus:

tinychatter:

imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told

imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve been told