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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

oozey mess
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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noise dept.

shark vs the universe
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Mike Driver
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Keni
The Bowery Presents
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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KIROKAZE
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane

Love Begins
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I’m the weirdo who mouths words while walking on the street because I’m listening to music and I have to sing along.
Outlaws by David Lambert #outlaws #davidlambert #music #thefosters
raziel: look i just made an entire race of shadowhunters
every shadowhunter: you fucked up perfectly good mundanes, that's what you did. look at us, we have anxiety
the end of episode two of shadowhunters really left people hanging, especially simon
Chance Hearts (Part 4)
Chance Hearts (Part 4)
Continued from Chance Hearts (Part 3) I still remember the day when I met him. I was still in the process of recovering and coming back to life. He literally crashed into me when my head was in the clouds, I am so glad my body was on the streets. The corner of 26th street is passed through by hundreds for whom it doesn’t have any significance, but for me it was the read start of my second life.…
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This part always gets me. The fact that separating the twins by death was so unthinkable that they appeared as one unit, that even Mrs. Weasley’s worst nightmare didn’t include the twins separate. The fact that Percy had disowned his family and hurt his parents emotionally, but Mrs. Weasley still loved him fiercely. The fact that her love knows no bounds and when she saw her family dead, Harry was without a doubt, a part of it.
#this whole fucking part sucks#and how Sirius just stares at the spot on the floor where Harry’s body was for several minutes#and I fucking hate this series
BECAUSE YOU KNOW HE’S FUCKING RELIVING GOING INTO THE HOUSE AND GODRIC’S HOLLOW AND SEEING JAMES DEAD ON THE FLOOR AND EVERYTHING JUST STOPS BECAUSE HE HAD SPENT 12 YEARS IN A CELL SEEING THAT IMAGE OVER AND OVER AND HE WAS SO GRATEFUL THAT HE’D NEVER HAVE TO SEE THAT IMAGE REAL EVER AGAIN AND THEN THIS HAPPENS AND I’M TOO EMOTIONAL TO CONTINUE I’M SORRY
I do not understand this “male privilege" bullshit.
What. Fucking. Privileges. Do. Men. Have.???????
Name them. I swear, I challenge you to name these “male privileges" and be able to prove them.
Come on, I fucking dare you.
Name them!
Oh boy. Well, as a man, I’ll tell you my male privilege.
My odds of being hired for a job, when competing against female applicants, are probably skewed in my favor. The more prestigious the job, the larger the odds are skewed.
I can be confident in the fact that my co-workers won’t think that I was hired/promoted because of my sex - despite the fact that it’s probably true.
If I ever am promoted when a woman of my peers is better suited for the job, it is because of my sex.
If i ever fail at my job or career, it won’t be seen as a blacklist against my sex’s capabilities.
I am far less likely to face sexual harassment than my female peers.
If I do the same task as a woman, and if the measurement is at all subjective, chances are people will think I did a better job.
If I am a teen or an adult, and I stay out of prison, my odds of getting raped are relatively low.
On average, I’m taught that walking alone after dark by myself is less than dangerous than it is for my female peers.
If I choose not to have children, my masculinity will not be questioned.
If I do have children but I do not provide primary care for them, my masculinity will not be questioned.
If I have children and I do care for them, I’ll be praised even if my care is only marginally competent.
If I have children and a career, no one will think I’m selfish for not staying at home.
If I seek political office, my relationship with my children or who I deem to take care of them will more often not be scrutinized by the press.
My elected representatives are mostly people of my own sex. The more prestigious the position, the more this is true.
When i seek out “the person in charge", it is likely that they will be someone of my own sex. The higher the position, the more often this is true.
As a child, chances are I am encouraged to be more active and outgoing than my sisters.
As a child, I could choose from an almost infinite variety of children’s media featuring positive, active, non-stereotyped heroes of my own sex. I never had to look for it; male protagonists were (and are) the default.
As a child, chances are I got more teacher attention than girls who raised their hands just as often.
If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether or not it has sexist overtones. (Nobody’s going to ask if I’m upset because I’m menstruating.)
I can turn on the television or glance at the front page of the newspaper and see people of my own sex widely represented.
If I’m careless with my financial affairs it won’t be attributed to my sex.
If I’m careless with my driving it won’t be attributed to my sex.
I can speak in public to a large group without putting my sex on trial.
Even if I sleep with a lot of women, there is little to no chance that I will be seriously labeled a “slut,” nor is there any male counterpart to “slut-bashing.”
I do not have to worry about the message my wardrobe sends about my sexual availability.
My clothing is typically less expensive and better-constructed than women’s clothing for the same social status. While I have fewer options, my clothes will probably fit better than a woman’s without tailoring.
The grooming regimen expected of me is relatively cheap and consumes little time.
If I buy a new car, chances are I’ll be offered a better price than a woman buying the same car. The same goes for other expensive merchandise.
If I’m not conventionally attractive, the disadvantages are relatively small and easy to ignore.
I can be loud with no fear of being called a shrew. I can be aggressive with no fear of being called a bitch.
I can ask for legal protection from violence that happens mostly to men without being seen as a selfish special interest, since that kind of violence is called “crime” and is a general social concern. (Violence that happens mostly to women is usually called “domestic violence” or “acquaintance rape,” and is seen as a special interest issue.)
I can be confident that the ordinary language of day-to-day existence will always include my sex. “All men are created equal,” mailman, chairman, freshman, he.
My ability to make important decisions and my capability in general will never be questioned depending on what time of the month it is.
I will never be expected to change my name upon marriage or questioned if I don’t change my name.
The decision to hire me will not be based on assumptions about whether or not I might choose to have a family sometime soon.
Every major religion in the world is led primarily by people of my own sex. Even God, in most major religions, is pictured as male.
Most major religions argue that I should be the head of my household, while my wife and children should be subservient to me.
If I have a wife or live-in girlfriend, chances are we’ll divide up household chores so that she does most of the labor, and in particular the most repetitive and unrewarding tasks.
If I have children with my girlfriend or wife, I can expect her to do most of the basic childcare such as changing diapers and feeding.
If I have children with my wife or girlfriend, and it turns out that one of us needs to make career sacrifices to raise the kids, chances are we’ll both assume the career sacrificed should be hers.
Assuming I am heterosexual, magazines, billboards, television, movies, pornography, and virtually all of media is filled with images of scantily-clad women intended to appeal to me sexually. Such images of men exist, but are rarer.
In general, I am under much less pressure to be thin than my female counterparts are. If I am over-weight, I probably suffer fewer social and economic consequences for being fat than over-weight women do.
If I am heterosexual, it’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll ever be beaten up by a spouse or lover.
Complete strangers generally do not walk up to me on the street and tell me to “smile.”
Sexual harassment on the street virtually never happens to me. I do not need to plot my movements through public space in order to avoid being sexually harassed, or to mitigate sexual harassment.
On average, I am not interrupted by women as often as women are interrupted by men.
On average, I will have the privilege of not knowing about my male privilege.
And lastly, I am taken as a more credible feminist than my female peers, despite the fact that the feminist movement is not liberating to my sex.
This is male privilege.
THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU BE A MALE FEMINIST.
Boom.
do not fall in love with people like me. i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Calm down John Green
‘do not fall in love with people like me’ don’t worry i won’t
clary: simon got kidnapped, what are we going to do?
alec: oh no...
alec: i can't believe they forgot to take you too
Friendly reminder that Gansey is going to die.
friendly
““““friendly”“““
People who assume bookworms are peaceful creatures have never seen them:
- throw books at walls for several reasons, like their favourite character dying, stupid plot twists, amazing plot twists, the book literally doesn’t make any sense, what even is this, whyyyy
- defend their favourite characters (no, really, we’re ready to fight to the death to defend our problematic fave)
- react when someone interrupts their reading time. One word: apocalypse
- seen them in a bookstore, running around, piling books, crying and muttering about “not enough money”
- talk about their bookish pet peeves. Seriously, don’t get us started on cover changes mid-series.
‘Tonight The Streets Are Ours’ book review
Tonight the Streets Are Ours by Leila Sales My rating: 3 of 5 stars Arden Huntley, a girl from a small town, stumbles upon a blog called "Tonight The Streets Are Ours" and feels like the blogger/writer Peter is writing about things that are just like what she feels. Getting interested into his journal-like entries, his life and his girlfriend, she reads all of his posts in a few days. After an incident with her boyfriend, she goes to New York with her best friend to meet him and that night, she finds herself. Recklessly loyal, that's what the Just Like Me doll company labelled her as. All through her life, she's been taught to be kind and give, now she just wishes someone would love her like she does them. A beautiful story about a teenage girl realising that she must love herself and sometimes you should put yourself first. I loved how the book started and ended, and the theme of the story.
First lines:
"Like all stories, the one you are about to read is a love story.
If it wasn't, what would be the point?"
Last line:
"You were promised a love story
And this is mine."
Here's the Goodreads summary:
Recklessly loyal. That’s how seventeen-year-old Arden Huntley has always thought of herself. Caring for her loved ones is what gives Arden purpose in her life and makes her feel like she matters. But lately she’s grown resentful of everyone—including her needy best friend and her absent mom—taking her loyalty for granted. Then Arden stumbles upon a website called Tonight the Streets Are Ours, the musings of a young New York City writer named Peter, who gives voice to feelings that Arden has never known how to express. He seems to get her in a way that no one else does, and he hasn’t even met her. Until Arden sets out on a road trip to find him. During one crazy night out in New York City filled with parties, dancing, and music—the type of night when anything can happen, and nearly everything does—Arden discovers that Peter isn’t exactly who she thought he was. And maybe she isn’t exactly who she thought she was, either
ya lit meme: four deaths (¼) will herondale
[…] jem lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. and he played. […] he played, and he played the years of will’s life as he had seen them. he played two little boys in a training room, one showing the other how to throw knives. […] he played two young men running through the streets of london in the dark, stopping to lean up against a wall and laugh together. […] he played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs. […] jem set down his bow, and came toward the bed, drawing back his hood, so she could see his closed eyes and his scarred face.
and he had sat down beside them on the bed, and taken will’s hand, the one that tessa was not holding, and both will and tessa had heard jem’s voice in their minds. i take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.
will had opened the blue eyes that had never lost their color over all the passing years, and looked at jem and then tessa, and smiled, and died, with tessa’s head on his shoulder and his hand in jem’s.
“I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.”-C.S. Lewis