21 8 / 2014

21 8 / 2014

shadows-of-a-fallen-angel:

mytra-fallen-angel:

queen-of-all-dragons:

ann-jay:

Destiel ~💙~

No

If Destiel is ever made canon this is how I  want it to be portrayed, almost everyone has this idea that if Destiel becomes canon the writers are going to have to add Destiel smutt every few episode to show how much they love each other and I think that is so wrong, to my understanding sex is  more of a random activity to Dean just a tool used to get off, I don’t think love and sex are connected to him, if Dean where to show Cas that he loved him he would touch Castiel’s fingers, caress his face, and hold his hand in public all displays of Dean’s vulnerability 

^that comment is perfect and also exactly what Destiel is to me

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21 8 / 2014

21 8 / 2014

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

  • The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.
  • 1: 1-630-482-9696
  • 2: 1-800-784-8433
  • 3: 1-800-273-8255
  • 4: 1-866-488-7386
  • 5: 1-800-246-7743
  • 6: 1-847-831-3438
  • 7: 1-800-656-4673
  • 8: 1-650-321-5272
  • 9: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
  • 10: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
  • 11: 1-800-422-4453
  • 12:
  • 13: 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org
  • 14: 08001111
  • 15: 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk
  • 16: 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk
  • 17: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk
  • 18: 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)
  • 19: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk
  • 20: 0800776600
  • 21: 0800 9178282
  • 22: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk
  • 23: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight
  • 24: 00 08001006614
  • 25: 022-27546669
  • 26: 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7
  • suicide hotlines;
  • 27: 54-0223-493-0430
  • 28: 13-11-14
  • 29: 01-713-3374
  • 30: 429-9999
  • 31: 106
  • 32: 391-1270
  • 33: 21-233-9191
  • 34: 852-2382-0000
  • 35: 2389-2222)
  • 36: 606-253-5439
  • 37: 01-4833-888
  • 38: 357-77-77-72-67
  • 39: 222-580-697, 476-701-908
  • 40: 70-201-201
  • 41: 762-1602
  • 42: 6-558-088
  • 43: 040-5032199
  • 44: 01-45-39-4000
  • 45: 0800-181-0721
  • 46: 1018
  • 47: 502-234-1239
  • 48: 0900-0767
  • 49: 504-237-3623
  • 50: 06-80-820-111
  • 51: 44-0-8457-90-90-90
  • 52: 09-8892333
  • 53: 06-705-4444
  • 54: 3-5286-9090
  • 55: 6722-2922, 2772-2292
  • 56: 03-756-8144
  • 57: 1-800-221-4444)
  • 58: 525-510-2550
  • 59: 0900-0767
  • 60: 4-473-9739
  • 61: 675-326-0011
  • 62: 505-268-6171
  • 63: 47-815-33-300
  • 64: 02-896-9191
  • 65: 52-70-000
  • 66: 239-72-10-10
  • 67: 8-20-222-82-10
  • 68: 91-459-00-50
  • 69: 0861-322-322
  • 70: 2-715-8600
  • 71: 031-711-2400
  • 72: 143
  • 73: 0800-788-995
  • 74: 02-249-9977
  • 75: 868-645-2800
  • 76: 0487-327715

20 8 / 2014

cchannette:

jwisser:

thepasta-nerada:

vvrathia:

the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot

and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like

This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.

oh my god

(Source: twoukofukawa, via andythanfiction)

17 8 / 2014

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Odd Romeo and Juliet Tumblr Posts

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17 8 / 2014

livesandliesofwizards:

Oh, my darlings, let me tell you the proper version. Once, long before the days of Slytherin, there was a witch who lived like a shining star all surrounded by squat, ugly, and sightless Muggles; and so we will call her Pure-As-Stars. Think her up in your mind’s eye. She was the most beautiful creature you can imagine. Pure-As-Stars searched far and low for a proper kind of wizard, and found him. They had a daughter. We will call the daughter Pure-As-Snow. Well, one day Pure-As-Stars decided to take Pure-As-Snow to the market, which was crawling with Muggles, for in those times wizards and witches had no choice but to mix with all kinds of backwards persons. And in the market they passed over all of the rubbish that these creatures pressed on them, and found instead a magical mirror that was far too precious for its filthy surroundings. So, Obliviating the Muggles, they seized the mirror and took it home.
Soon enough, Pure-As-Stars found that the mirror showed them everything they could possibly wish to know. How should we ward the house, so that these creeping and ugly folk living around us might leave us be? asked Pure-As-Stars. And the mirror revealed a way. How might I bend the wild elves to my whims and so make a perfect servant for dear Snow? asked Pure-As-Stars. And the mirror showed her how. Which spells might I use to defeat the hideous hags and giants which torment us? asked Pure-As-Stars. And there, in the mirror, was the answer she desired.
So from far and wide there came ugly, grasping Muggles to look inside Pure-As-Stars’s magic mirror for answers to their trifling problems, and to praise her and marvel at her great beauty, so that after some time when Pure-As-Stars would ask the mirror, Where might I find the most beautiful and extraordinary witch in all the world? the mirror would only show her her own reflection. However, because it was a magic mirror and meant to reveal all the answers one might covet, when Pure-As-Snow came of age, the mirror’s answer to this last question changed, and it began to show Pure-As-Stars’s pretty daughter instead. Startled and angry, Pure-As-Stars began to hate her child, who was nothing like all the ugly creatures around them, and who had instead grown to surpass her lovely mother. 
Knowing she was no longer the most exceptional being in the land, Pure-As-Stars took to bed, ill and jealous, and when her husband came and begged for a solution to cure her, Pure-As-Stars said that the only thing to cure her would be to eat the liver of Pure-As-Snow.
Being a proper wizard, canny and clever, her husband hid Pure-As-Snow and killed a wild wolfman for his liver, and when Pure-As-Stars ate it she recovered for a time. But the ugly wolf heart was no permanent cure, and when she looked in the mirror and asked who the loveliest witch in the world was, it again showed her Pure-As-Snow. So again Pure-As-Stars fell ill with hatred, and demanded the stomach of Pure-As-Snow. Her husband went out and killed a troll and delivered its stomach to her, but this paltry offering again failed, and still the mirror showed Pure-As-Snow. So Pure-As-Stars asked for the heart of Pure-As-Snow. And her husband killed a Muggle and brought her the heart, but this would not do either, and Pure-As-Stars resolved to do the task herself. Pure-As-Stars brewed a poison brew and set out to find her daughter with the aid of the mirror, and so to eliminate the competition.
But when she found her, Pure-As-Snow begged to live. “How can I let you live?” said Pure-As-Stars, “When you are not like these rapturous Muggles who do my bidding, but instead seem poised to rise above me?”
"You are too enamored of those lesser than you, and not enough in love with your own kind," said Pure-As-Snow. "You must let me live. I am like you."
Pure-As-Stars said, “But I despise you. You are so much lovelier than I.”
"I am this way because I am your daughter, and the daughter of a worthy father,” cried Pure-As-Snow.
"The mirror has shown me that you have more might and magic than I, being so beautiful," said Pure-As-Stars, "And you will replace me. Why, then, should I let you live?"
"Without me to replace you, there will be nothing but the ugly Muggles to inherit the world. The mirror has shown you what you covet most. Is that not, Mother, the chance to leave behind a child as pure and beautiful as yourself?"
And Pure-As-Stars saw that it was so, but there was chaos and jealousy in her mind which had been left there by all the praise these sightless Muggles had heaped upon her, seeking to gain her favor and her love. And she realized how wrong she was, and drank the poison brew herself, and her death caused a great plague to sweep the land which killed these obsequious beings, a fitting punishment.
And so Pure-As-Snow ruled over the land from that day forward, inviting clever and proper magical persons to live with her, and she locked the mirror away for many generations until one descendant of hers, who we will call Pure-As-Black, who as we know is not a made-up person but a distant ancestor of your father’s, should ship it with him to this country. Pure-As-Black hid the mirror in some secret place, remembering how it had made a mother love Muggles instead of her own perfect child, and charged every mother in our line with telling this story. And the mirror he called Eris, after discord, and those who fall prey to it are the Erised.
So now you know. Yes, Bella darling, every last one of them was beautiful, with the shining dark hair of that distant land they cleansed of Muggles. Yes, Cissy darling, it is a tale of motherhood, the noblest occupation a witch can have. Oh, what’s that, my darling? You think it was silly of her to want to be lovely and perfect? You think that was the real problem? You feel sorry for the Muggles? Oh, Andromeda Lyra Perpetua Black. You do have such fancies. 
(Honestly, Cygnus, I worry for her. She does seem to miss the point of the story.)

livesandliesofwizards:

Oh, my darlings, let me tell you the proper version. Once, long before the days of Slytherin, there was a witch who lived like a shining star all surrounded by squat, ugly, and sightless Muggles; and so we will call her Pure-As-Stars. Think her up in your mind’s eye. She was the most beautiful creature you can imagine. Pure-As-Stars searched far and low for a proper kind of wizard, and found him. They had a daughter. We will call the daughter Pure-As-Snow. Well, one day Pure-As-Stars decided to take Pure-As-Snow to the market, which was crawling with Muggles, for in those times wizards and witches had no choice but to mix with all kinds of backwards persons. And in the market they passed over all of the rubbish that these creatures pressed on them, and found instead a magical mirror that was far too precious for its filthy surroundings. So, Obliviating the Muggles, they seized the mirror and took it home.

Soon enough, Pure-As-Stars found that the mirror showed them everything they could possibly wish to know. How should we ward the house, so that these creeping and ugly folk living around us might leave us be? asked Pure-As-Stars. And the mirror revealed a way. How might I bend the wild elves to my whims and so make a perfect servant for dear Snow? asked Pure-As-Stars. And the mirror showed her how. Which spells might I use to defeat the hideous hags and giants which torment us? asked Pure-As-Stars. And there, in the mirror, was the answer she desired.

So from far and wide there came ugly, grasping Muggles to look inside Pure-As-Stars’s magic mirror for answers to their trifling problems, and to praise her and marvel at her great beauty, so that after some time when Pure-As-Stars would ask the mirror, Where might I find the most beautiful and extraordinary witch in all the world? the mirror would only show her her own reflection. However, because it was a magic mirror and meant to reveal all the answers one might covet, when Pure-As-Snow came of age, the mirror’s answer to this last question changed, and it began to show Pure-As-Stars’s pretty daughter instead. Startled and angry, Pure-As-Stars began to hate her child, who was nothing like all the ugly creatures around them, and who had instead grown to surpass her lovely mother. 

Knowing she was no longer the most exceptional being in the land, Pure-As-Stars took to bed, ill and jealous, and when her husband came and begged for a solution to cure her, Pure-As-Stars said that the only thing to cure her would be to eat the liver of Pure-As-Snow.

Being a proper wizard, canny and clever, her husband hid Pure-As-Snow and killed a wild wolfman for his liver, and when Pure-As-Stars ate it she recovered for a time. But the ugly wolf heart was no permanent cure, and when she looked in the mirror and asked who the loveliest witch in the world was, it again showed her Pure-As-Snow. So again Pure-As-Stars fell ill with hatred, and demanded the stomach of Pure-As-Snow. Her husband went out and killed a troll and delivered its stomach to her, but this paltry offering again failed, and still the mirror showed Pure-As-Snow. So Pure-As-Stars asked for the heart of Pure-As-Snow. And her husband killed a Muggle and brought her the heart, but this would not do either, and Pure-As-Stars resolved to do the task herself. Pure-As-Stars brewed a poison brew and set out to find her daughter with the aid of the mirror, and so to eliminate the competition.

But when she found her, Pure-As-Snow begged to live. “How can I let you live?” said Pure-As-Stars, “When you are not like these rapturous Muggles who do my bidding, but instead seem poised to rise above me?”

"You are too enamored of those lesser than you, and not enough in love with your own kind," said Pure-As-Snow. "You must let me live. I am like you."

Pure-As-Stars said, “But I despise you. You are so much lovelier than I.”

"I am this way because I am your daughter, and the daughter of a worthy father,” cried Pure-As-Snow.

"The mirror has shown me that you have more might and magic than I, being so beautiful," said Pure-As-Stars, "And you will replace me. Why, then, should I let you live?"

"Without me to replace you, there will be nothing but the ugly Muggles to inherit the world. The mirror has shown you what you covet most. Is that not, Mother, the chance to leave behind a child as pure and beautiful as yourself?"

And Pure-As-Stars saw that it was so, but there was chaos and jealousy in her mind which had been left there by all the praise these sightless Muggles had heaped upon her, seeking to gain her favor and her love. And she realized how wrong she was, and drank the poison brew herself, and her death caused a great plague to sweep the land which killed these obsequious beings, a fitting punishment.

And so Pure-As-Snow ruled over the land from that day forward, inviting clever and proper magical persons to live with her, and she locked the mirror away for many generations until one descendant of hers, who we will call Pure-As-Black, who as we know is not a made-up person but a distant ancestor of your father’s, should ship it with him to this country. Pure-As-Black hid the mirror in some secret place, remembering how it had made a mother love Muggles instead of her own perfect child, and charged every mother in our line with telling this story. And the mirror he called Eris, after discord, and those who fall prey to it are the Erised.

So now you know. Yes, Bella darling, every last one of them was beautiful, with the shining dark hair of that distant land they cleansed of Muggles. Yes, Cissy darling, it is a tale of motherhood, the noblest occupation a witch can have. Oh, what’s that, my darling? You think it was silly of her to want to be lovely and perfect? You think that was the real problem? You feel sorry for the Muggles? Oh, Andromeda Lyra Perpetua Black. You do have such fancies. 

(Honestly, Cygnus, I worry for her. She does seem to miss the point of the story.)

(Source: fashiongonerogue.com)

17 8 / 2014

onthelosingside:

cloisteredself:

if you are not utterly heart melted by these two, what the fuck is wrong with you.

This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. 

(Source: hiddlesy, via teamfreewillandtheimpala)

17 8 / 2014

majesticbuns:

majorsarcasm19:

draco-do-you-mind-if-i-slytherin:

#me

You all realize this is us in about 20 years.

image

(Source: summerfinns, via teamfreewillandtheimpala)

17 8 / 2014

"Heteronormativity isn’t just about the presumption that everyone is heterosexual. The expectation that boys woo girls feeds into your mind the expectation that relationships are necessary for fulfilment, and you are less than if you are not having particular kinds of sex with a particular, and a particular kind of, person at particular intervals. It’s about what Lauren Berlant calls the love plot, in which love is produced as a generic text enabling society to interpret your life as following certain conventions. It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you’re supposed to want. You’re not encouraged to think about what you want in relationships, if anything, so much as you are encouraged to fit a script. Heteronormativity messes things up for everyone, straight people included."

Tossing the script of desire | Zero at the Bone (via brute-reason)

Have I already reblogged this? Don’t know don’t care.

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this is everything

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17 8 / 2014

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16 8 / 2014

"Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch." — Catherynne M. Valente

(Source: remusjohnslupin, via teabroomsandbooks)

15 8 / 2014

15 8 / 2014

narcolepticnarcissus:

For anyone who doesn’t know who Michael Brown is or what’s been going on in Ferguson

  • Saturday Aug. 9, 2014: Reports out of Ferguson, MO. that a 17 y/o boy was shot 10 times by police over stolen candy
  • He is identified as 18 y/o Michael Brown. The store Mike…

13 8 / 2014

ftdebauchery:

itscarororo:

ofgeography:

robin williams died today.
here is a list of things that robin williams was:
funny
sharp
kind
clever
and sad.
that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.
but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.
we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.
but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.
those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.
sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.
if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquire didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 
don’t.

i wasn’t going to reblog anymore on this but i read this and i feel like there are probably some folks on here who might need to read it, too.

Having depression is a serious illness and you’re not alone!

ftdebauchery:

itscarororo:

ofgeography:

robin williams died today.

here is a list of things that robin williams was:

  • funny
  • sharp
  • kind
  • clever
  • and sad.

that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.

but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.

we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.

but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.

those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.

sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.

if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.

robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquire didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 

don’t.

i wasn’t going to reblog anymore on this but i read this and i feel like there are probably some folks on here who might need to read it, too.

Having depression is a serious illness and you’re not alone!

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