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Alice + Olivia at New York Fashion Week Fall 2013

Red AND spiky? Seems like something wasureneba might like.

reichenbatchhero:

im so hooked on muggleborns fucking shit up with pop culture references

dumbledore warns for something with the words “very dangerous” and around the great hall you hear scattered “much frightening” “such peril”

snape gets really fuckin pissed off at a kid named luke and roars “LUKE!!!” and luke stands up and screams back “I AM YOUR FATHER”

mcgonagall catches students doing something against hogwart’s rules and yells “WHY?” and one kid goes “M C A”

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titotibok:

heartbeatsbyj:

angrypeopleofcolorunited:

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!

YES.

More photos here: 2014-03-08 Int’l Women’s Day protest vs Aquino regime

A woman’s place is in the struggle. HELL YEAH.

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"My colleagues and I refer to this belief as ‘The Boiler Theory of Men.’ The idea is that a person can only tolerate so much accumulated pain and frustration. If it doesn’t get vented periodically—kind of like a pressure cooker—then there’s bound to be a serious accident. This myth has the ring of truth to it because we are all aware of how many men keep too much emotion pent up side. Since most abusers are male, it seems to add up.

But it doesn’t, and here’s why: Most of my clients are not usually repressed. In fact, many of them express their feelings more than some nonabusive men. Rather than trapping everything inside, they actually tend to do the opposite: They have an exaggerated idea of how important their feelings are, and they talk about their feelings—and act them out—all the time, until their partners and children are exhausted from hearing about it all. An abuser’s emotions are as likely to be too big as too small. They can fill up the whole house. When he feels bad, he thinks that life should stop for everyone else in the family until someone fixes his discomfort. His partner’s life crises, the children’s sicknesses, meals, birthdays—nothing else matters as much as his feelings.

It is not his feelings the abuser is too distant from; it is his partner’s feelings and his children’s feelings. Those are the emotions that he knows so little about and that he needs to ‘get in touch with.’ My job as an abuse counselor often involves steering the discussion away from how my clients feel and toward how they think (including their attitudes toward their partner’s feelings). My clients keep trying to drive the ball back into the court that is familiar and comfortable to them, where their inner world is the only thing that matters."

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Lundy Bancroft in Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men (2002), pp. 30–31 (via mikroblogolas)

"I know this sounds bad, but I’m just being honest: i’ve never actually given any thought to how my abusive behaviour affects you."

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OMG this is so true.

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hungrylikethewolfie:

stayoutofitnick:

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hungrylikethewolfie:

julstorres:

hungrylikethewolfie:

Wow yeah, you’re totally right, I suppose saying that he was alive for those three years between it being formed and him freezing was totally unreasonable and wrong, and I mean it’s not like there were any such thing as furloughs, nope, it was just five straight years of fighting Nazis without a break for him, IT’S NOT LIKE FURLOUGHED SOLDIERS EVER WOULD’VE GONE TO A BASEBALL GAME no you’re right I’m the uncultured swine here my mistake.

yo okay that tagger is actually outright wrong for MCU because Steve got hella rejected 4F for a couple of years

according to the MCU wiki Steve didn’t actually successfully join and get Erskine’s serum until June 1943; subsequently he was a USO performer across the US and not actually a soldier on the front for like, five months. Just to make sure this was still cool beans, I asked wiki the dates for the league and it started up May 30, 1943. i think this means Steve could have gone to games both pre- and post-serum, you know, in between kicklines and grinning with shy pride at his own propaganda films. Maybe the girls dragged him to see a game—can you imagine Captain America in the stands with all his back-up dancers and they’re all yelling louder than he is HEY BATTER BATTER WHOOP

Reblogging in part for the extra info, but mostly because if the idea of one of the chorus girls in Steve’s act having a sister in the AAPGBL and Steve all hopeful about maybe getting her autograph doesn’t make your heart do completely treacherous things, I don’t know what to tell you.

Excuse me,

There’s no crying in baseball

*sniff*

(Also, we need an image of this for the 4th, because it doesn’t get more American than this)

Steve Rogers and Bucky watch women's baseball

Guys my photoshop is still awesome. See, Steve and Bucky went to a game before Bucky shipped out, and Bucky is just enjoying it but Steve is taking it really seriously.

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Too cute!

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So that happened

And a 6.0! Welp, back to bed now.

WHEN SOMEONE PRONOUNCES LaTeX WRONG

whatshouldwecallgradschool:

LaTeX :)

credit: alphalyrae1

Yesssss

A Hobbit's Guide to Walking | Nerd Fitness

Apparently I walked to Mordor last year?

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fashionrobb:


Rami Al-Ali | Fall 2012-2013

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
—Walt Whitman

beepony:

alicia-mb:

Just one of those things that I always wondered about. Stags and otters are all very well, but what if you end up with a tiny chameleon or giant blue whale? I mean, it could be a giant tub of nutella…

Anyway, so glad I got around to doing this pic -drawing the less attractive animals was awesome.

Popped it up on Redbubble because they have tote bags and cushions now which is just wow - can grab it also on cards or posters - check it out here!

magikarp tho

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