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“I dedicate this to all the Indigenous kids in the world who want to do art and dance and write stories, we are the original storytellers and we can make it here, as well.”

Congratulations, Taika Waititi, on a historic win at the Oscars. Thanks for another beautiful film.

justanotherass

this story was high romance at its finest ❤️

(purchase a print)

queensabrinabeatriz

YAS

kontrollsysteme

sailor guardians critique the state

veryfunnymemes

starwarsvillains

J.J. Abrams, alongside Stunt Coordinator Eunice Huthart, directs the Knights of Ren; elite fearsome enforcers of Kylo Ren’s dark will. - by Annie Leibovitz

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What i.e. and e.g. really mean!

I’ve seen so many posts that say, “Oh, I just realised what e.g. means. It means ‘example given’” and “I know what i.e. means, its in essence’”

This really makes me grind my teeth, because:

They’re abbreviations for Latin words

It takes two seconds to google what they actually mean

Why aren’t English teachers taking two seconds out of a lesson to tell their students this.

Meanings and Latin Origins:

i.e. is an abbreviation of the Latin phrase id est, meaning ‘that is’. The definition being: ‘that is to say (or to add explanatory information or to state something in different words)’.

e.g. is an abbreviation of the Latin phrase exempli gratia, meaning ‘for the sake of example’ It’s definition being: ‘for example’.

There you go, now you know. (Ha, that kind of rhymed)

Lauren Marie

whirlibirdy

all pedophiles should die and theres literally no downside to them all dropping dead

whirlibirdy

i want to personally give everyone who reblogged this a high five

ahsteria

i’m screaming i just lost 8 followers after reblogging this bye fuckers i hope you all drop dead

solangeloandotheradorablethings

Luckily for me, my followers are decent human beings and know that older people sexually assaulting children is fucking disgusting.

bagpipespider-deactivated201912

if you don’t reblog this you shall perish by my hand

feralandqueer

and my axe

psychictype-siphon

Anti-pedophiles unite! Erase the scum from the face of our world!

toastbutteregg

i find it attractive and not at all clingy when someone texts me after hanging out. i guess the gesture means a lot to me because it makes me feel remembered and valued

kylos

DEATH STARS in Star Wars A New Hope | Rogue One | Return of the Jedi | The Rise of Skywalker

sapphicscience-archive

i’ve been thinking about all those posts about “we need female heroes who do girly things”/”why is the female hero always such a tomboy” and then the response posts that are like “uhhh actually we don’t really have any really masculine female heroes either” so i was trying to figure it out—what do we have, exactly?

and really what we get is women who eschew “girly” things while still managing to look like society’s ideal woman. they would never touch eyeliner (they’re too busy with Important Things), but their eyeliner is immaculate. they have a huge, varied wardrobe, but wouldn’t be caught dead actually shopping for clothes. and it reminds me of the expectation that women must be effortlessly beautiful. don’t wear makeup or you’ll seem self-absorbed—but god forbid you look like you’re not wearing makeup. it’s interesting to me, that the impossibilities imposed on female characters are the same ones imposed on real women.

thatdiabolicalfeminist

YES THANK YOU THIS

fiery-feyre-deactivated20190730

Dear Rhysand,

I miss you. You haven’t been gone long, and yet the ache for your return is harder to bare than I imagined. I’ve known you a long time, and imagined a life with you that lasted forever. Yet, that life was interrupted by you. You leaving, never to come back because your body is now buried under six feet of dirt and snow. My future is unpredictable now, unsteady and reluctant to stay on the path we had carved.

Dear Rhysand,

I miss you like the wind misses the trees. Like fish miss water. Like people miss home. You were my home, my anchor, my rock, my everything. And you left, with nothing as a home except our Circle.

Dear Rhysand,

I wake up with nightmares now. I wake up screaming sometimes, seeing your death roll around in my dreams. Other times, I wake up crying, feeling for my lost love. But, you are never there, wrapped in our blanket like the thief you were. I am alone in bed now, and it’s always cold. It used to always be warm.

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