Welcome to where I fangirl. Here you will see everything from Sherlock and How To Train Your Dragon to Star Trek. Enjoy!
you could be sad about your otp but consider:
- one making awful breakfast for the other and the other eating it because they appreciate it that much
- one putting their ridiculous music on in the car and singing along while the other sits in the passenger seat with their head…
I hate when people casually discuss superheroes because I’m sitting in the corner with KNOWLEDGE and OPINIONS but I just have to smile and be like “haha yeah I like superman too” so I don’t scare anyone
I WANT TO COSPLAY REALLY BADASS/SCARY CHARECTERS BUT I AM BARELY FIVE FEET TALL AND LOOK LIKE A CHILD - An angry novel by me
I want to cosplay really cute small characters but I’m really tall and look like I’m in my twenties
The sequel written by me
I only want to cosplay male characters with broad shoulders, but i have crazy girly curves.
I want to cosplay but I am broke and live with my mom - the epilogue
This is literally my fourth or fifth time reblogging this.
It’s still hillarious.
I feel like this is one of those times when the TARDIS’s translation circuit just gave the fuck up. Like the ‘physics physics physics’ scene, where he is imparting secrets of the universe and the TARDIS is like THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THIS IN ENGLISH DAMN IT DOCTOR OH HELL FUCK IT.
OH MY GODS she TOTALLY edits his speech. I bet he actually swears a fuckton but the TARDIS is like THERE ARE CHILDREN
Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans.
Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!
I want a reality tv show where politicians have to live in poverty for a month. They have to live in Government housing, shop with food stamps, and get only a limited amount of money for clothes. Because here, they still have all their trappings, lilke nice cars and thousand dollar suits. I want them in Walmart jeans trying to determine if they can afford a carton of milk.
Give them a full calendar year. I want to see them confident in January, and sometime around June choking back tears at the Safeway because they are tired, so tired, of eating 25 cent cup noodles, eyeing other peoples’ full grocery carts with a dull bewilderment.
Let me see them despair because they have a persistent nagging cough that won’t go away and might be turning into pneumonia but the minute clinic is $60, which might as well be as six million dollars, either way they ain’t got it to spare - and that doesn’t count the cost of prescriptions. Let me hear them tell people about the muscle cramps they get at night due to eating non-nutritious garbage for months, the weakness from persistent hunger.
Let them know the shame and frustration of only owning one pair of cheap polyester pants for work and one pair of thrift-store jeans, and both persistently have ripped crotches and seams coming undone, no matter how many times they get sewn back up.
Let the women know the particular sort of despair that comes once a month when you can’t afford even the cheapest pads or tampons.
Let them understand the frustration of being charged a $35 fee for a $2 overdraft. Let them watch as the bank holds charges from different days in “pending” till they all come through on the same day, and the bank charges them four times for a single overdraft because “the charges all cleared at the same time”.
I want them to know the particular pain of having to decide between food for the week, or transportation costs to and from work. You can’t have both. Choose wisely.
You do not truly understand poverty until you’ve lived it and a month isn’t enough to encompass it. Not even close.
if you ever ask me to go to the movies there’s a 99.99999% chance i’ll say yes
even if i don’t want to see the movie
even if i’ve never heard of the movie
even if i’ve seen the movie before
no matter what i’ll most likely always say yes because i love the movies
Multi-awarded actress Maggie Smith was halfway through her cancer treatment when she made Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, starring as Professor Minerva McGonagall.
“I was hairless. I had no problem getting the wig on. I was like a boiled egg,” she said.
The chemotherapy was, she said, “something that makes you feel much worse than the cancer itself”. “You feel horribly sick. I was holding on to railings, thinking ‘I can’t do this’,” she said.
But she insisted she will “stagger through” the final Harry Potter film, The Deathly Hallows. Let’s just pause and ponder on how awesome this woman is, a true Gryffindor.
I will never not reblog this. This woman is my hero. I’ve seen what my mom went through with chemo. To go through it and still put on such a moving performance is something she should be very proud of.
This is why she’s a 2 time Academy Award winner, for performances like that.