Whovian. Bowl of Soup. I am also a fan of Buffy, Greys Anatomy, Beautiful creatures, city of bones, How I met your mother, Helena Bonham Carter, and anything musical. Plus other things.
  • BODYGUARD AU SHES SPOILED HE NEEDS THE JOB THEY HATE EACH OTHER.  
  • MODERN BONNIE AND CLYDE AU THEY MEET WHEN TRYING TO ROB THE SAME HOUSE AND TEAM UP.
  • CELEBRITY AU ONE IS AN ACTOR/ACTRESS OTHER IS A SINGER AND THEY ARE FORCED TO START A PUBLICITY STUNT.
  • NERD/POPULAR AU THE POPULAR ONE IS DARED TO DATE THE NERD. 
  • PRINCESS FALLS IN LOVE WITH COMMONER AU.
  • ALL THE AUS.
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luvloki19:

butiknevvhim:

the concept of the purge is actually really neat but its just the fact that everyone goes for murder as their ‘crime to commit’ like??? why??? i think theyre missing out on the fact that you could steal so many pizzas and not get in trouble

or diamonds, or like break into a mall and shop til u drop, get a new wardrobe, get that Maserati you always wanted, rob a bank and take billions so ur set for life…Murder??? SERIOUSLY???

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delano-laramie:

grimauxilialice:

kho-kho-pebbles:

theworldatourfeet:

So it’s the last week of schools for the seniors here, and that means everyday has a different dress up thingy.
Today was decades day, where everyone chooses a time period and dresses accordingly.
I rocked this look and called it the 2020’s, the times when this sort of thing would be socially acceptable.
So not only did I have a great time with it, I had some social commentary, got away with wearing this stuff in public which is fantastic, and not to mention got to show off my damn fine legs.
Decades day, success.

YOU GO.

FOUR FOR YOU, GLENN COCO.

You look pretty cute in this.

hot damn

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"

I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”

I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.

He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”

Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick. By

Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).

Here’s the link

(via conansdoyles)