I hear people say “oh my god I hate people” all the time without backlash. everyone knows they don’t hate every single individual in humanity. they have friends and family they love and hang out with. they simply hate the greedy, corrupted, oppressive nature of some human beings.
but the minute we say something about white people or men, no one seems to understand that it’s the same concept.
“I feel like I’ve really earnt my stripes - I feel ready to play a lead. I would just love to prove I’m good enough to carry a project.”
Natalie Dormer - The Sunday Times - 5.10.14
Photographed by Benni Valsson
Spy. Assasain. Avenger.
Black Widow, the movie.
You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.
Yes, please reblog
Do it. Now.
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many people feel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
Not my blog type at all, but I don’t want any of my followers to hurt themselves ever. So this is for them, love you guys.
this is for you guys
Happy birthday, Julie Andrews!
"…Haig made Elsa’s fear feel like real anxiety, which is what this character is all about. Elsa is a woman who lives in a constant state of worry that something will make her so afraid that she’ll lose control again, and that’s something people with anxiety can strongly relate to. It’s also something Haig captured perfectly—that fear of yourself and who you are when your anxiety is at its worst. From her shaking hands and her tight fists as she struggled to control her magic just walking down the street to her struggle to control her breathing as she hid, the physical details of her anxiety were heartbreaking." (x)
Favorite Films: Enchanted (2007)
↳ But dreams do come true. And maybe something wonderful will happen.
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[8/10] women i have been warned against becoming: musical theatre edition » the girl with strength…
..who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt. [insp]
this is exactly what loathing looks like. do not question the man
I apologize in advance if I keep talking about this song but it amuses me to no end
Thanks for the prompt! Unedited because I’m lazy
The first time she sees Regina Mills, it’s at the local Starbucks down the street from campus. Emma had just finished her second class of the day when she collides into something solid, caramel frappuccino in hand, and nearly falls on her ass before a hand lurches forward and grabs her shoulder.
“Watch where you’re going,” the woman scolds, holding onto her own brand of caffeine like it’s her lifeline. Emma simply stares at her – this woman she’d almost spilled her frappuccino all over, and she doesn’t even care that the lady probably has no idea what it means to be polite.
Because Emma is pretty sure she’s never seen anyone more beautiful in her life.
A delicate eyebrow arches up when Emma still hasn’t moved. “Is there something you need? Or are you going to stand there and gawk at me all day?”
“Oh.” Emma blinks. She doesn’t realize she’s blushing until she moves away. “Right. Sorry.”
That’s it. That’s all this woman says before she’s literally strutting to the door, ignoring Emma’s existence altogether with her ridiculously pristine heels and perfectly coiffed hair.
And okay. So it doesn’t really matter that this lady is like, the very definition of hot, with a body any dancer would kill for. Because apparently she’s also a mega bitch.
She just… never expects the two to go hand in hand in ballet.