What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by.

Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You (via simply-quotes)

hohoeminomirai:

scoutprouvaire:

schrodingersnerd:

everythingisnightvale:

discontentramblings:

An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’

Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is extremely socially awkward and has trouble ordering coffee let alone getting a date.

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my hand slipped

will reblog until this becomes an actual show

Where’s the casting call? /will audition.

amortentiafashion:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children. 
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said. 
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness. 
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power. 
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is #the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes #they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defense #before chaos takes over the world #and this #THIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it

amortentiafashion:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

fatsexybitch:

himteckerjam:

humanslothking:

poppypicklesticks:

humanslothking:

Effect of Feminism:Now in the UK, attempting to kiss someone and failing at the attempt, with the person backing off counts as sexual assault. 

Feminism: wanting to kill romance and passion for everyone else because no one wants to kiss them 

Soon, you’ll have to sign a 360 page document (with your card details inserted) as to even recieve a photon reflecting off their skin.

You heard it here folks: Feminism is evil because it declares you shouldnt put your filthy fucking hands or mouth on people without permission. Now imagine how humanslothking would react to a man trying to kiss him out of nowhere. Oh, right, it’d be right back to being assault huh?Somebody clue me in to how not wanting strange men putting their mouths or hands on me is “Killing romance and passion”?Shout out to the hilarious ITS CUZ FEMINISTS IS UNDESIRABLE!! dogwhistle, too.
Yeaaah the reason we tooootally dont want your hands or mouths put on us is because you totally wouldn’t put your hands or mouths on us and that makes me sad because just like in your twisted little mind the only thing that keeps me going is aesthetic/romantic validation from a bunch of fucking bland, entitled 20 year olds like yourself. Because all Feminists want is the love and adoration of misogynists and we’re sad because we’re definitely all heterosexual and too ugly to get it from you. ): Womp womp. Oh what a world, what a world.
Shit like this: Why your “Not all men!” horse shit can kiss my black ass. 

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fatsexybitch:

himteckerjam:

humanslothking:

poppypicklesticks:

humanslothking:

Effect of Feminism:

Now in the UK, attempting to kiss someone and failing at the attempt, with the person backing off counts as sexual assault. 

Feminism: wanting to kill romance and passion for everyone else because no one wants to kiss them 

Soon, you’ll have to sign a 360 page document (with your card details inserted) as to even recieve a photon reflecting off their skin.

You heard it here folks: Feminism is evil because it declares you shouldnt put your filthy fucking hands or mouth on people without permission. Now imagine how humanslothking would react to a man trying to kiss him out of nowhere. Oh, right, it’d be right back to being assault huh?

Somebody clue me in to how not wanting strange men putting their mouths or hands on me is “Killing romance and passion”?

Shout out to the hilarious ITS CUZ FEMINISTS IS UNDESIRABLE!! dogwhistle, too.

Yeaaah the reason we tooootally dont want your hands or mouths put on us is because you totally wouldn’t put your hands or mouths on us and that makes me sad because just like in your twisted little mind the only thing that keeps me going is aesthetic/romantic validation from a bunch of fucking bland, entitled 20 year olds like yourself. Because all Feminists want is the love and adoration of misogynists and we’re sad because we’re definitely all heterosexual and too ugly to get it from you. ): Womp womp. Oh what a world, what a world.

Shit like this: Why your “Not all men!” horse shit can kiss my black ass. 

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(Source: demonslothking)

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

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orphanblack:

"We sort of embrace the idea of every human having the potential to be anything, and I think that opens the door for all kinds of dialogue about sexuality and about gender. And it’s exciting material that is not always on screen in a respectful way. And I don’t mean respectful in the sense of martyrdom, I mean respectful in the sense of flawed, complex performance and characters.”

- Tatiana Maslany, EW.com (x)

Happy Pride, #CloneClub. We’re celebrating by reblogging your LGBT OB posts all weekend! Use the tag #OBPride so we can give your work the love it deserves.

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species-8472:

Imagine a muggleborn finding out theres no wifi and wandering the castle distraughtly until they find the room of requirement and when they go in the walls are covered in electrical sockets and they pull out their phone to find out that not only is there phone signal but wifi as well

plaiding:

Supernatural + what fourth wall?

roane72:

ittybittymanatee:

I can’t breathe

HUMAN PUPPY, ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE

(Source: kittiezandtittiez)

splintered-seed:

cailencrow:

disneyismyescape:

disneywithswank:

IF YOUR HEART DIDN’T SHATTER INTO A MILLION FRAGMENTS WHEN THAT LAST LINE WAS SAID YOU ARE NOT HUMAN.

I watched this the other week and i started crying my eyes out. 

See. It’s not fair. They took Goofy, who even in GOOF TROOP was still just overly silly and meant for splapstick, and they give Goofy real world fatherhood problems. And to this DAY I will still mist up for this scene.

movies not to watch when you have dad issues #309

(Source: lumineon)

(Source: spookyblackman)

kenobi-wan-obi:

i love to singa
about the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a

kenobi-wan-obi:

i love to singa

about the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a

It seems that when you want to make a woman into a hero, you hurt her first. When you want to make a man into a hero, you hurt… also a woman first.

Leigh Alexander absolutely hits it out of the park (via bedabug)

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