• kepnerrrd:

    Grey’s Music: original episodes vs. Song Beneath the Song (7x18)

    (via little-greysanatomy)

  • In the case of recent Robbie vs Claudio debates: Redeemable or no?

    iwillbealoverofwords:

    Not to get on my high horse, but I’m going to.

    Neither of the boys are redeemable.Excellent cases have been made for Robbie, and I’m going to elaborate, and also make a point as to why Claudio also does not deserve Hero.

    Robbie: He lured Meg into a situation where she had no knowledge and because of that no legitimate consent to the scene that played out. Taking away a partners consent and knowledge of an intimate scene is essentially sexual assault. We’ve seen no reparations or apologies between the two. Robbie has apparently made no effort to repair the damage caused, in which he was a major player.

    Status: automatic boot, Robbie is not deserving of any lady, most especially Meg.

    Claudio: He had many worries about his and Hero’s relationship and never at any point addresses them to her, making their relationship entirely one sided. He took away communication, making their relationship entirely selfish. He then witnesses a scene, and with unsubstantiated proof & total disregard of Hero’s emotions debases, humiliates, and slut shames her in front of everyone they know. He does all of this without ever once asking Hero anything. His intent (as it has been in every adaptation) is to make Hero feel as wounded and humiliated as his ego does. His actions are malicious and done with intent.

    Status: automatic boot, stay the hell away from Hero you absolute arse.

    Both boys are young yes, but that does not excuse their actions. If they wish to be treated as adults I will judge them as such. Neither deserve Hero or Meg. They hurtle salnderous, and subtle abuse both emotional and mental abuse at their respective partners. That is never excusable.

    Side note: I have been, and will always be, a complete Beatrice!

  • quasi-normalcy:

    herotterness:

    jaclcfrost:

    in all my years that i have been on this earth i have not played spin the bottle once. does this mean that i’ve never actually lived? do a lot of people actually even play spin the bottle? or is its importance and prevalence stretched and exaggerated in media? these are the questions of the hour

    Are teen parties with alcohol and red solo cups even real?!!?!

    Has anyone ever participated in a food fight?!?

    (via pjcalamity)

  • 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

    (via ofcourseitsinsidemyhead)

  • mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:

    Female BAMFs Throughout History

    (via tobefearfulofthenight)

  • castiel-knight-of-hell:

hyourinmaruice:

therealraewest:

dandelion-fireworks:

onlylolgifs:

logic at its finest

This is stupid though ‘cuz she’s headed for the door. He’s going further into the elevator. Even if the door isn’t open, there’s still a bit of a ledge near the door that you could stand on while bracing yourself against the railing. Once the door opens, you’d be in a good spot to exit via the door as well. What she’s going for is smarter than what he’s doing.

Also she clings to the rail, he throws his hands up. If he were to fall, he’d have nothing to hang on to, she’d at least be able to hold herself up by the rail

BOOM goes the dynamite

I think the real lesson is: just because you don’t understand how this woman thinks doesn’t mean she’s stupid

    castiel-knight-of-hell:

    hyourinmaruice:

    therealraewest:

    dandelion-fireworks:

    onlylolgifs:

    logic at its finest

    This is stupid though ‘cuz she’s headed for the door. He’s going further into the elevator. Even if the door isn’t open, there’s still a bit of a ledge near the door that you could stand on while bracing yourself against the railing. Once the door opens, you’d be in a good spot to exit via the door as well. What she’s going for is smarter than what he’s doing.

    Also she clings to the rail, he throws his hands up. If he were to fall, he’d have nothing to hang on to, she’d at least be able to hold herself up by the rail

    BOOM goes the dynamite

    I think the real lesson is: just because you don’t understand how this woman thinks doesn’t mean she’s stupid

    (via tobefearfulofthenight)

  • branaivanovic:

    Harry Potter: Re-imagined 

    -Ginny Weasley

    -Neville Longbottom

    -Luna Lovegood

    (via tobefearfulofthenight)

  • http://disabilityinkidlit.tumblr.com/post/97497080569/silversarcasm-how-can-you-not-see-ableism-as-a

    silversarcasm:

    how can you not see ableism as a feminist issue

    autistic girls, especially black autistic girls, are misdiagnosed and underdiagnosed because of the focus on white cis boys and how they present as autistic

    disabled girls and women often have their consent violated, both in…

    (via tobefearfulofthenight)

  • lostinexpectations:

Ursula has finally found the videos.

I wonder if we’ll get videos of Ursula with the Dukes today. 

    lostinexpectations:

    Ursula has finally found the videos.

    I wonder if we’ll get videos of Ursula with the Dukes today. 

  • A beleza simples da vida é imperceptível nos momentos de felicidade.

    Carlos Drummond de Andrade, no livro “O avesso das coisas” - 6º Edição, 2007 (via temploculturaldelfos)

    (via angrybrasileira)

  • airishwisteria:

I saw this from our lo al book store… a really manga adaptation of jane austen’s calssic novel ≧﹏≦

    airishwisteria:

    I saw this from our lo al book store… a really manga adaptation of jane austen’s calssic novel ≧﹏≦

  • discovergreatbritain:

    Jane Austen Festival

    Ten wonderful days of celebrating all things Austen in the beautiful Georgian city of Bath. Find out more

    With kind permission of The Jane Austen Festival, photographer Owen Benson

  • tris-prior-2-allegiant:

    Actual PSA. 

    this is something that’s really important for people to understand, and that most people don’t

    (via torturouselectricity)

  • Feminism is not about who opens the jar.

    It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.

    It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.

    But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it.

  • Cinderella will be black on Broadway and white people can't deal

    kakaphoe:

    gang0fwolves:

    mediumtrip:

    thechanelmuse:

    So, I was in the middle of searching for how long Keke Palmer will be on Broadway as Cinderella. Gotta get my ticket. I scrolled down and saw this first comment: 

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    The reach with this one disneyfied ass tale. They, however, have no problem whitewashing different races and ethnicities and see our disdain as sensitive and “reverse racist.” Case in point: Exodus - God and Kings, the new British-American biblical movie set in Egypt, that has caused uproar and boycotts: 

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    Apparently these are acceptable…

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    Lemme not go over the post limit. This is just a handful that scratch the surface. 

    ………………cinderellas……….earliest…………origins………..have……been……..:..traced…………to…..10th century China……….chinese………….cinderella……..white brain malfunction

    ^^^

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ye_Xian

    Everyone needs to stop with conflating “European” and “white” as well as assuming the one version of that fairy tail you know because you’re ignorant of all the other version is also “European” and “white”.

    And Hollywood needs an enema to flush out its shit.

    (via tobefearfulofthenight)

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