Brenna Twohy - “Fantastic Breasts and Where To Find Them” (NPS 2014)
"I will not practice bloody hands"
Kyla La Grange - Vampire Smile
I’m here trying not to bite your neck,
But it’s beautiful and I’m gonna get
So drunk on you and kill your friends.
Hannibal meme - eight quotes (in no particular order): Hannibal Lecter in Amuse-Bouche
ok but hear me out- what about a lightning bolt scar that looked like real lightning?
That’s how I always imagined it, actually. I figured the artistic representations (IE, cover and chapter art), were just gross simplifications. I was rather self-assured as a child.
In my headcanon, Avada Kedavra was invented as a way of culling a wizarding population in times of famine, disease, or war. I mean, think about it: why would someone make a killing curse like this one if they were trying to do away with someone out of revenge or malice? I wouldn’t. It seems too nice. I would invent something painful and slow-acting (but still irreversible, of course). Who, then, would invent a killing curse that is swift, painless, and immediate that has the added benefit of not actually damaging a body? Someone who had to kill a loved one, not because they wanted to, but because they had to; because there was nothing left to eat in town and they were starving; or at the earliest signs of a fatal and painful illness; or when an enemy had already set the house on fire and there was no way out for the children. Avada Kedavra is a kind death. They didn’t suffer. They just look like they’re sleeping.
TW: Domestic Violence
I always drive with the doors of my car locked because I was ripped out of my car by my father when I was seventeen while trying to escape the house with my younger brother. My father came running out of the house after us, opened the car door and pulled me out through my seat-belt and dragged me back into the house and pinned me against the wall by my neck.I think that my brother must have parked the car because it was still moving when he dragged me across the driveway and I know this because I was coughing and pointing at it because he had my neck. I am not sure about that because I don’t remember what happened next. I was wearing sneakers and jeans and a black t-shirt and a watch and I was fairly certain that he was going to kill me. I think he was drunk? He has never apologized and he never will because I am too much of a chickenshit to remind him of this. This was not an isolated incident. Please don’t think I’m making this up.
Conversely, my father is a kind, loyal man who I know does the best that he can. He drove down to New Orleans to pick me up from school and drove all the way back to PA the summer that I got mono and they wouldn’t let me on a plane. He would die for me and I love him very, very much. I have a hard time reconciling the two personalities I see in him.
I bring this up, not because I want you to think my father is a monster. He isn’t. We have a really close, albeit fucked up, relationship. I bring this up because people keep talking about sexism and gender-based violence Out There like it’s something that doesn’t actually invade our homes and like aggressors aren’t actually real people who do shit besides the awful shit we get so angry about. Every time I see someone talk about how you are supposed to remove “aggressors” from your life, I just want to cry and/or punch them in the face because it would break my heart to lose my dad, but I know what happened to me for the eight years that my mother was sick and i lived at home was wrong, so stop making things seem so black and fucking white and for fuck’s sake put a fucking trigger warning on your fucking rants because you fucking hurt people with your words.
AND ANOTHER THING! It’s not just boyfriends who do this shit. It’s husbands and dads and coworkers and best friends not everything is about romantic relationships.
Listen/purchase: Labors by Henry Bett
"And I’m just a traitor/a lesson you’ve learned"
This song reminds me only of “This Is How You Lose Her” by Attica, which is tragic and beautiful and everyone should read it and love it. If you haven’t, click the title and be amazed.
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm. 1/? Things To Remember (via mashamorevna)
Allegiant - Veronica Roth
(aka the last book in the divergent trilogy that never actually happened)
I have been re-reading my blog with my reintroduction to Tumblr, and jesus fuck do I like to whine. Also, I just reblog shit and whine, which is a pretty lame combination. Whatever.
Anyway. That’s not actually what this is about.
I’m just letting everyone know that I’ve gone through my own old fanfiction, too, and I know I should really think about editing it, and I really appreciate that people have been reading it despite my complete lack of respect for normal punctuation, but you know what? IDGenoughFs to do anything about it, so yeah.
Not, of course, that this really matters, either. Because I’m so fucking slow to update anything. Like, glacier-slow. Yep.
alright i just dont get it in insurgent tris realizes that your family is made up of the people who love you and care for you wholeheartedly (aka tobias) and then in allegiant she goes even further and realizes that the term faction before blood is completely irrelevant, because love is more…
This entire paragraph. Also, NEVER MIND how horrible it must have been for Caleb living with the guilt of her death on his hands (not once, but twice, mind you). She stole what he saw as his chance at redemption. Tris of Divergent and Insugrent seemed like a different person to me.
Also, can I just say that Tris had just finally, FINALLY realized that Tobias has family and also abandonment issues and he very clearly needs her. More than she needs him, given this ending.
Oh my god. I bet Dumbledore let Karkaroff get killed by the death eaters between books 4 and 5 because he spit on Dumbledore’s shoe that one time.
Nicole i cannot remember where i found this and it took forever to refind i hope you think it is funny good night
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
So last time I reblogged this I met Tom Hiddleston within the month…
He keeps a fly trapped under his tongue. He’s never seen it, but he knows it is there. It has many jointed legs and buzzes quietly so that only he can hear it. He will not open his mouth. If he does, it will fly away and he does not want that.
Doctors have tried to pry his jaws apart. He is growing thinner and thinner because he will not eat, despite the feeding tube that they have tried to force between his teeth. He is dying and he will disappear. He knows this. He also knows that, when he does die, his skin will separate from his bones and the fly will escape between his unprotected jaws.
You may be wondering, then, why he’s trying so hard to hold on to this fly in his mouth. I certainly am. Hundreds of people are wondering. His parents are wondering. People come from miles around, across the whole world, to try to puzzle out the reason for the fly and the boy who will not let it go. We ask him, “Insect boy, you will lose your fly when you die, so why not just open your mouth and let it out now? Maybe you can catch or grow another fly later, if you live. You can create or consume hundreds, thousands more flies in your lifetime!” He does not answer. He does not say anything because he will not open his mouth.
He has his reasons, we are sure. He knows something that we do not, and he is not going to tell us. He will die with his little scrap of wisdom and the fly will escape. This story will fade because it never was actually story, just a scene, and people will fill in their own reasons for his strange behavior. He was sick or he was dumb or he wanted to die. The fly will escape and we will make up our own ending.