The sass is strong with this one.
sams face in the last gif actually looks like jared’s to me, and almost identical to soulless sam.
Eleven and Rose
└ Eleven finds a way through universes to see Rose one last time. And as he talks with Tentoo, Rose hears their conversation…
I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE NOT IN THE FANDOMS
I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE DOCTOR OR SHERLOCK
I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING RN
ALL I CARE ABOUT IS THAT YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS VIDEO BECAUSE HOLY FUCK THAT IS SOME OTHERWORDLY TALENT RIGHT THERE PRESS PLAY AND I PROMISE YOU THAT YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED
I don’t go running because I want to be thin.
I go running because
and tell you
this is literally my favorite running post of all time. hands down.
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
Alright, here’s something funny. These boys in my hall went outside in their undies to take some photos in the snow. Funny, right? They’re trying to get attention and it’s hilarious. Us ladies choose to do the same, we are wearing more clothing, and are doing the exact same poses. We are wearing as much clothing as is acceptable at the pool or the beach, at the gym, etc.
There is a serious double standard here— us girls have gotten responses like:
"What’s the point of being half naked?"
"*ahem* sluts *ahem*"
"What’s wrong with you females?"
Or worse, what my mother said. Her initial shock was apparently because she thought I was in my underwear, but when I told her I was in a swimsuit, she was suddenly happy I was having fun in college.
The idea here is that we are doing the same thing. When arguing this point with one of my hallmates, he said “But men’s bodies aren’t built the same, you don’t see girls getting pumped up over a topless guy, but how many guys do you think are gonna get all crazy over a topless girl?” Seriously? Really? Women don’t need to dress in order to avoid a reaction from men. You’re mad because you can’t control yourself? Men can pose in their undies in the snow without an issue because women aren’t going to go wild over it? Keep it in your pants, that’s your responsibility, not ours.
The double standards are killin’ me.
"Keep it in your pants, that’s your responsibility, not ours." Is literally one of the best quotes I’ve ever heard. Thank you.
#You guys don’t understand though #Because she was depressed #She had depression before writing the Harry Potter books #She based the dementors of her depression #And just think about it because it’s like #Writing those books #Those books helped her just as much as they helped us