mmmahogany:

#john barrowman is having none of your misogynist bullshit

marc-jcubs:

watching boys get out of the pool like

simplypotterheads:

For the first time in his eleven years, Harry James Potter got to open proper presents at Christmas, all because Ron Weasley wrote home and told his own parents that Harry wasn’t expecting anything.
What the Weasleys lacked in galleons, they more than made up for in heart.

[accidentally cares more about tv shows and fictional characters than education and academic success]

psyducked:

show your loved ones how much you care by giving them a bottle of ketchup

lliszt-o-maniaa:

youdtearthiscanvasskinapart:

perksofbeingademigodtribute:

childofravenclaw:

thenthehumans:

thetwinthatlived:

First and Last words.

I’m not crying, there’s something in both my eyes.

….. 

THE FIRST AND LAST WORDS ARE SAID BY ALBUS 

I TAKE BACK ANY CRITICISM OF HIS NAME 

I open at the close

toO SOON

Harry explaining his first date deal breakers + and then later apologizing: 

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"

What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

"

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

(via cartophilist)

amerlcanapparel:

google is great because you can ask something really obvious and nobody has to know

sophs-shit:

omg hahahahahaha aw

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS TO LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER

REALLY LOVE THEM. YOU FEEL FOR THEM AND HOLD EMPATHY AND WANT TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER AND JUST WANT TO BE THERE FOR THEM

BUT YOU CAN’T BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT REAL

echat:

sometimes i’m drinking something and i can feel it spilling on me but i just keep drinking because i don’t care about anything anymore

deaninpanties:

#CRYING ABOUT JENSEN’S SHYNESS #Because he was talking so fast and his voice was breaking #and then Jared swoops right in #and LOOK at that huge breath Jensen let out #He was holding his breath the whole time?! #You are too precious Jensen #and Jared too he knew just when to come in a save him #oh god he probably gave him a pep talk right before and everything

RF