Link 23 Aug http://melthedestroyer.tumblr.com/post/95333091555»

theappleppielifestyle:

heythisisbecky:

do you ever wonder what would have happened if the dursleys had actually managed to hide harry’s identity from him until he turned 17

like dumbledore somehow lost track of them when vernon changed jobs or when they moved houses, and for some reason they just couldn’t find them again

and harry potter the boy who lived grew up attending typical schools and his friends knew that sometimes weird shit would happen around him, but they just thought it was a coincidence or that they were imagining it but slowly they all left him and he grew up even more isolated and angry and so he runs away at 16

and meanwhile voldemort knows harry ran away and that he is out there somewhere, vulnerable, but he’s not in the wizarding world, so his death eaters are wreaking havoc trying to find him

and harry obviously has magical talent but he doesn’t know that, but every child in hogwarts does and they’ve learned about him and now know that he’s just out there somewhere, completely unaware of what’s going to happen to him

and some kids it doesn’t bother, but for others like neville and hermione and luna and ron, it’s horrifying to think that this innocent person who should be in their year is going to be hunted down like this

so they decide to go find him before voldemort or the death eaters can

and harry is in a train station on his way to work and is converged upon by about six people who are trying their hardest to not freak out and tell him that he’s a wizard in grave danger, but they know they have such little time

so instead of the wizarding world finding harry at 11, it finds him at 16 and a half when it’s in a much darker, desperate place

i don’t know i just really like the idea of harry potter joining the wizarding world through a bunch of rebellious hogwarts dropouts hiding throughout england and running from enemies he didn’t know he had and learning magic along the way in dark alleys and through street fights

 #if harry potter were a YA novel written in the 2010s this would probably be its plot ngl -via melthedestroyer

Video 23 Aug

gothomophobia:

onamelancholyhill:

Ladies and gentlemen, Supernatural VFX coordinator.

I don’t usually reblog this kind of things, you know at this point I’m beyond their stupidity… but look the people in charge of the show.

Then you cannot ask for the show to be thoughtful. 

In regards of women in general, or other topics.

but hes ugly

(Source: supermishamiga)

Video 23 Aug
Photo 23 Aug elodieunderglass:

gimmeagoodcoldbeer:

ronin134:

revengeofthemudbutt:

armedplatypus:

whiskey-weather:

stonerdoomandbeagles:

shoothikedrinkfuck:

blazepress:

This three-legged decorated war hero had one leg lost to surgery after taking four rounds from an AK-47.

Bad. Mother. Fucker.

 Those eyes say “Pretend to throw the tennis ball. I dare you to only pretend.”

I think those eyes say a lot more than that. He’s seen more than I ever will, done more than I’ll ever do, and his war will never be over.

He’s got Ranger scrolls on his collar. That dog is a god damn hero.

I just noticed the Purple Heart and that Scroll.Wow. Just wow. The picture alone, in all it’s detail says a lot of things. god damn.

I can’t not reblog this dog… his youEyes say so much

I’ve never seen a dog with such a face like that. Like an old man who went to war and if you ask him about he just stiffens up and face turns to stone. 

Layka is a lady dog. Let’s remember that.
Now, it’s an understandable problem - our socialization instantly encourages us to see this rugged, sleek, military animal as a male. Three-legged hero dog with military decorations and stern-appearing eyes? TOTALLY A DUDE DOG, JUST LOOK AT HIM. It’s a programmed response, and nothing to be ashamed of - let’s just be accurate and note that Layka’s a female.
I’ve highlighted all the reblogs above where Layka is described as a hero, an old man, with male pronouns - rather than the fierce, charming heroine she is. It’s kind of a teachable moment: how does an image of an animal, displaying absolutely no secondary sex characteristics, instantly give us these fictional headcanons about its gender and gender performance? It’s an impressive demonstration of our ability to translate body language.
The photographer who took this compelling shot noted that Layka’s playful, bouncy energy made it nearly impossible for him to get a shot with her mouth closed! He ended up having to stop using the tennis ball he was using to get her attention, because it made her too excited and smiley. Based on the photos below, I think she’d have quite a sense of humor about the “where’s the tennis ball?” game!

Of course, the photographer did end up connecting with a fundamental aspect of Layka’s nature in the cover photo; her serious, soldier side. But that’s not all the animal is. Does the dog in the unused shots still resemble an “old man?” Is the dog in the unused shots male or female? Is it still a hero with its tongue out? Is it still admirable without a “face like stone?”
This is what I mean when I say that we have to examine the lenses of culture and society that we are always, always looking through when we talk about science biology.

elodieunderglass:

gimmeagoodcoldbeer:

ronin134:

revengeofthemudbutt:

armedplatypus:

whiskey-weather:

stonerdoomandbeagles:

shoothikedrinkfuck:

blazepress:

This three-legged decorated war hero had one leg lost to surgery after taking four rounds from an AK-47.

Bad. Mother. Fucker.


Those eyes say “Pretend to throw the tennis ball. I dare you to only pretend.”

I think those eyes say a lot more than that. He’s seen more than I ever will, done more than I’ll ever do, and his war will never be over.

He’s got Ranger scrolls on his collar. That dog is a god damn hero.

I just noticed the Purple Heart and that Scroll.
Wow. Just wow. 
The picture alone, in all it’s detail says a lot of things. god damn.

I can’t not reblog this dog… his you
Eyes say so much

I’ve never seen a dog with such a face like that. Like an old man who went to war and if you ask him about he just stiffens up and face turns to stone. 

Layka is a lady dog. Let’s remember that.

Now, it’s an understandable problem - our socialization instantly encourages us to see this rugged, sleek, military animal as a male. Three-legged hero dog with military decorations and stern-appearing eyes? TOTALLY A DUDE DOG, JUST LOOK AT HIM. It’s a programmed response, and nothing to be ashamed of - let’s just be accurate and note that Layka’s a female.

I’ve highlighted all the reblogs above where Layka is described as a hero, an old man, with male pronouns - rather than the fierce, charming heroine she is. It’s kind of a teachable moment: how does an image of an animal, displaying absolutely no secondary sex characteristics, instantly give us these fictional headcanons about its gender and gender performance? It’s an impressive demonstration of our ability to translate body language.

The photographer who took this compelling shot noted that Layka’s playful, bouncy energy made it nearly impossible for him to get a shot with her mouth closed! He ended up having to stop using the tennis ball he was using to get her attention, because it made her too excited and smiley. Based on the photos below, I think she’d have quite a sense of humor about the “where’s the tennis ball?” game!

Layka is so smiley in person that the photographer struggled to get her to pose "seriously."

Of course, the photographer did end up connecting with a fundamental aspect of Layka’s nature in the cover photo; her serious, soldier side. But that’s not all the animal is. Does the dog in the unused shots still resemble an “old man?” Is the dog in the unused shots male or female? Is it still a hero with its tongue out? Is it still admirable without a “face like stone?”

This is what I mean when I say that we have to examine the lenses of culture and society that we are always, always looking through when we talk about science biology.

Text 23 Aug

il-tenore-regina:

fchupacabra:

tin-pan-ali:

I wasn’t sure how to start this, so I’ll just jump right in. 

My father was a cop. He was a good cop! He was a great cop. He taught me about defending people, he taught me about being honest, he taught me about helping people. I always thought it was funny how he stood differently in the uniform, how he did his damnedest to do his job right. He died a good man, and a good cop. I’m one of the first people who gets a twinge when I hear ‘all cops are bad’.

I was raised around cops. I went to the barbecues, I went to the functions, I was friends with their kids. I knew all their nicknames and the radio slang and the badge numbers, and they were always nice to me. I understand the desire to defend cops. But you have to stop.

I watched when a handful of cops attempted to frame my dad for mishandling evidence, because he was getting old and was trying to draw out his service with desk work so he could slow down and not be as stressed when he retired. My father had to retire early, because the cops he’d worked with for years were hounding him. He’d always been stressed, hadn’t gone to the doctor enough, and a few weeks after he retired his heart caught up with him, and he was dead.

My father was a good cop. They are out there, and they do their best.

But I tell you this with the knowledge of someone who has lived and played among and around cops for their whole life.

Cops are a different breed. The uniform goes on, and they aren’t your dad anymore. For some of them, the power that comes with it is easy to put to the side. But most of them are not that strong, and most of them are not that good, and most of them will sell you the second they get the chance. For a long time, I would have been the first person to jump to a police officer’s defense, but I know better now.

Know your rights, comply as best you can, fight back as safely as you can, do not trust them.

And whenever you can, make sure the world knows they’re rotten. Make sure everyone knows, and this goes out especially to my fellow white people- don’t say ‘well….’ no. No. They’re not good. I’m too far away to really DO anything, but I can spread the word, the information, and give my own experience to try and tell you all, that when people are screaming this loudly, YOU ARE AT FAULT for trying to yell louder than them, for trying to ignore them. To deny that black people are being gunned down intentionally is to deny that you can see what’s unfolding in front of you. No good cop would be standing in those lines and firing gas cans into a crowd of peaceful innocents. A good cop would be one of the folks standing with the people.

Don’t let cops think they’re right. Don’t give them ANY back up. Don’t defend them. 

If they’re standing anywhere other than with you, they don’t deserve it.

This is important.

Amen. 

Text 23 Aug

josukehigashikatafucker:

I know you all are tired of hearing this but I am ACTUALLY, LITERALLY STARVING because my grants were denied and my roommate won’t buy food. Please, if you can look at reisells and buy something, or send me an ask (anon is ok) if you’d rather donate.

If you can’t do either, please PLEASE signal boost this. I’m hungry. I can’t pay rent. I just want to be able to become a teacher and everything is making it harder.

Video 23 Aug

thewinchestercave:

Jared Padalecki ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (x)

Jensen was clearly enjoying this too much.

Video 23 Aug

justsomefuckingguy:

captcreate:

odditymall:

The Leatherdos is a hair clip that doubles as a multi-tool that combines 5 different tools in a tiny hair clip: screw-drivers, a wrench, a trolley coin, a ruler, and a cutting edge.

—->http://odditymall.com/leatherdos-is-a-hair-clip-multi-tool

This some of that James Bond shit.

Swiss Army Hairclip

Photo 23 Aug isis-:

poetrymafia:

prokopetz:

dynastylnoire:

chellzisyeezus:

omomnom:

Toasted Marshmallow Chocolate Mousse

My legs got a little weak

Listen, I keep telling y’all to tag your freaking porn

It offends me to my soul when folks post stuff like this and don’t include the recipe.

And here it is

i asked my mum to makes this for me for my birthday and she just looked at me and asked if i was kidding

isis-:

poetrymafia:

prokopetz:

dynastylnoire:

chellzisyeezus:

omomnom:

Toasted Marshmallow Chocolate Mousse

My legs got a little weak

Listen, I keep telling y’all to tag your freaking porn

It offends me to my soul when folks post stuff like this and don’t include the recipe.

And here it is

i asked my mum to makes this for me for my birthday and she just looked at me and asked if i was kidding

Photo 23 Aug teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”[…]Etc, etc.Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.


omg the comments.  Brilliant.

teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”
Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”
Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”
Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”
Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”
Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”
Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”
Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”
Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”
Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”

[…]
Etc, etc.
Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.

omg the comments.  Brilliant.

(Source: exoticfunctions)


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