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Lana Condor photographed by Jessica Castro for Fault Magazine #23
tell me about your detective squad um.. well, scully, hitchcock, and daniels. they’re pretty much worthless, but they make good coffee. […] now the good ones. rosa diaz. tough, smart, hard to read, and really scary. charles boyle. he’s a grinder. not the most brilliant detective, but he works harder than anyone else. he’s not physically gifted. amy santiago. she’s got seven brothers, so she’s always trying to prove she’s tough. she and peralta have some big bet over who gets more arrests this year. ever since the bet, their numbers have gone way up. […] jacob peralta is my best detective. he likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. the only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.
brooklyn nine-nine (b99) ♡ 2013
The Marvel Equivalent of Disney Princess Animal Sidekicks
Did Jordin Sparks ever figure out how to breathe with no air
when was the last time u heard anything about jordin sparks. i rest my case
a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.”
my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!”
me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.
I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.
this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.
the foxes: i’m not the brightest crayon in the box, but i’m not the dullest either.
Jane Levy photographed by Lindsey Byrnes
I die every night with you, living for your every move.
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me, after eating 1 healthyish meal that might have involved a vegetable: i am gonna sign up for yogalates and spin classes and next year’s marathon i am a pinnacle of health and wellbeing yesterday i may have only eaten a packet of crisps and drank 4 glasses of wine but today i am Health Woman
me, after eating 1 healthyish meal that might have involved a vegetable: i am gonna sign up for yogalates and spin classes and next year’s marathon i am a pinnacle of health and wellbeing yesterday i may have only eaten a packet of crisps and drank 4 glasses of wine but today i am Health Woman
*Boy, that sure is catchy
this is every marvel trailer ever im sobbing ont he floor i can literally envision steve rogers narrating while tony stark punches something in rhythm of the beat
Dylan O’Brien & Tyler Posey Photographed at Comic Con 2014.