http://intergalactic-asexual.tumblr.com/post/92861259854/animatedamerican-maedhrys-ravenclaws-that-go

animatedamerican:

maedhrys:

Ravenclaws that go through existential crises every other week because of things they’re reading though

  • like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE POTIONS HOMEWORK? I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHETHER OTHER MEANS OF TORTURE ARE ACTUALLY MORE ETHICAL THAN THE CRUCIATUS…

cleverwittystatement:

inbetweenthelineart:

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS GIF SET EVER SINCE I GOT ON TUMBLR

OUR DAUGHTERS DAUGHTERS WILL ADORE US AND WILL SING IN GRATEFUL CHORUS

WELL DONE

SISTER SUFFRAGETTE

(Source: ilikeubuturcrazy)

heicho-u:

my entire life is me dropping things and whispering ‘fuck’

heliolisk:

as the prophet childish gambino once said “dont be mad cause im doing me better than u doing u”

handsomedogs:



BlueEye / / Ondřej Uhlíř

floozys:

boys will be bo-“

*flies in* 

*punches you in the face*

bOYS WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE 

thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl
saqua23:

thewomanfromitaly:

listengirlfriends:

When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”

i’m creating a kickstarter for cojones right now


I am a male and I would happily go to Cajones

I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other. If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.

mollyhopoer:

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