1. 14:38 29th Aug 2014

    Notes: 163498

    Reblogged from cheeky-eyes

    dennisillustration:

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Posted by philburt

yeah thats cute, but imagine how heartbroken he will be when he finds out it’s not real.




And that is a DAMN good response to the age old issue.

    dennisillustration:

    drunkfeferi:

    jaredpadaleckijr:

    imgfave:

    Posted by philburt

    yeah thats cute, but imagine how heartbroken he will be when he finds out it’s not real.

    And that is a DAMN good response to the age old issue.

     
  2. 12:33

    Notes: 7757

    Reblogged from liamdryden

    When you are an affluent-seeming white man and you ask for things that don’t belong to you, sometimes you’re not really asking. It’s sort like Bill Clinton asking Monica Lewinsky to have sex with him. There’s a context behind the asking.

    When you ask a serviceperson for something that doesn’t belong to you, there is often a subtext of, “If I complain to your manager, you know your manager is going to listen to me. Just look at me, and look at you.”

    And sometimes, of course, this is not the case at all, and you’re just being a garden-variety annoying customer. Or a bully.

    If you seem to be “getting everything you want,” you should probably examine whether you’re getting it at someone’s expense, or whether you’re just constantly, in small ways, making the world worse.
     
  3. 10:27

    Notes: 71

    Reblogged from snuffpot

    [Mark] Latham suggested that Australia adopt voluntary voting because then “parties would have to come up with genuine policies that matter to people to encourage them to go out and vote” and it would “make parties more courageous and genuine”.

    But the political science research strongly shows the opposite, with the United States the classic case of a voluntary voting system where the parties are anything but responsive or courageous. They pander to sectional interests because in voluntary voting systems turnout is heavily skewed in favour of the well-off and politicians are keenly aware of their constituency.

    No US president has ever been elected by a majority of eligible voters and, in the last US presidential election in 2012, only 54 per cent of the voting age population voted. As in other voluntary systems, people with high incomes, education and occupation dominate voting.

    American politics only makes sense when viewed through this prism of politicians who can disregard the needs of non-voters — including the poor, the working poor and the marginalised — without fear of strong electoral consequences.

    The abominable US healthcare system, their deregulated, expensive university education system and their harsh and leaky welfare safety net that contributes to high crime rates and entrenched poverty are all the result of politicians knowing they can pretty safely ignore the needs of all but those who vote — and who donate.

    — 

    This is why I support compulsory voting.

    It’s not perfect by any stretch, but it’s infinitely better than the alternative.

    (via themyskira)

     
  4. 08:22

    Notes: 145469

    Reblogged from heartslogos

    dumbkili:

    "you need to make this appointment yourself"

    image

     
  5. 06:17

    Notes: 65128

    Reblogged from bryarly

    yourejustanotherversionofme:

    yourejustanotherversionofme:

    Let’s talk briefly about how gay Hallie was for tie-dye tomboy with the cool hair.

    Hella.

    THIS HAD 15 NOTES WHEN I WENT TO SHOWER AN HOUR AGO

     
  6. 04:11

    Notes: 182

    Reblogged from americanwizarding

    image: Download

    americanwizarding:

A unique case in the records of the MRD, Chloe Simpkins was, for all intents and purposes, declared a Squib in 1846 when at the age of 12 she had failed to manifest the smallest hint of magical talent. Despite being the only scion of a well-known and extensively pedigreed family, Chloe could not produce the smallest charm or create the most microscopic enchantment. Duress brought only a flushed face and clenched fists to the young girl, and terror startled screams and flailing hands. Though the practice of magic-baiting was outlawed by Congress in 1829, after the drowning of Matthias Nott at the hands of his grandmother, Cetea, Chloe’s parents apparently tried everything in their power to bring out their daughter’s abilities. 
Embarrassed by their daughter’s disability, the Simpkins family moved from their family manner on the outskirts of Birmingham, Alabama, to a more expansive and isolated estate near the Gulf Coast. They isolated Chloe from all company except for family and Bobbsy, the family house-elf who came from England with Mrs. Simpkins earlier that century. 
The trouble began soon after the death of Bobbsy when Chloe was 16. According to reports later taken by MRD agents, Mr. and Mrs. Simpkins stated that Chloe began sleep-walking; rising from her bed late at night to wander the house and grounds. Despite powerful locking spells being placed on the doors and windows to her room, the young woman always managed to escape. That was when the noises began. Night after night the Simpkins’ were awoken by a sudden explosion of noise: sometimes it was the music of a grand ball, and sometimes it was the roaring of terrible beasts, but each night the walls shook with the noise and the couple cowered in fear as invisible phantoms rollicked up and down the hall and banged on the windows.
They called a professional exorcist who was baffled by the manifestations, which were only getting worse. Some nights blood ran down the walls, and others flowers rained from the empty air, but every time the light of dawn would wipe the strangeness away without a single trace of its passing. 
Of course it didn’t take much together what was happening. 
When Chloe walked, her dreams walked with her. Both the sweetest fantasies and darkest nightmares were being manifested by the girl’s sleeping mind and whatever immense magical talent had been so long suppressed within her. She was completely ignorant of these happenings, of course, and when she walked whatever magic slept within her protected her every step. Though she walked barefoot through field and fen, she always returned safely to the house with nary a scratch or scrape and ounce of mud clinging to her nightgown. 
But her powers were growing. What had started as phantasms of noise were becoming physical manifestations. By the time the MRD decided to involve itself, the family was under a near nightly siege: the halls warped into endless passage and the edges of beds becoming cliffs of indefinite height, all while strange monsters lurked in the corners or slid unexpectedly out of the shadows.
Miss Simpkins was removed to a secret MRD facility a few days before her 17th birthday, and the rest of her life was declared “Top Secret” by a joint action of the President, Head of Magical Research and Development, and a unanimous ruling by the Supreme Wizengamut. What happened to the young dreamer remains the subject of much speculation. Rumors abound that even the brilliant minds of the MRD could not contain her power, and one day her sleeping mind simply summoned up a door in the air and walked her through, apparently disappearing forever into her own fancy.
Some people claim they see her in their own dreams, happy and free at last, populating a secret world beyond our own with new friends and a family that loves her. They say that if she invites you talk with her, it is most unlucky to turn her down, but to never eat from her garden or drink anything she offers you…Chloe Simpkins was never a cruel girl, but she was always so desperately lonely, and time in dreams can be a very flexible thing indeed. 
(Portrait: Ivan Kramskoi - The Sleepwalker - 1871)

    americanwizarding:

    A unique case in the records of the MRD, Chloe Simpkins was, for all intents and purposes, declared a Squib in 1846 when at the age of 12 she had failed to manifest the smallest hint of magical talent. Despite being the only scion of a well-known and extensively pedigreed family, Chloe could not produce the smallest charm or create the most microscopic enchantment. Duress brought only a flushed face and clenched fists to the young girl, and terror startled screams and flailing hands. Though the practice of magic-baiting was outlawed by Congress in 1829, after the drowning of Matthias Nott at the hands of his grandmother, Cetea, Chloe’s parents apparently tried everything in their power to bring out their daughter’s abilities.

    Embarrassed by their daughter’s disability, the Simpkins family moved from their family manner on the outskirts of Birmingham, Alabama, to a more expansive and isolated estate near the Gulf Coast. They isolated Chloe from all company except for family and Bobbsy, the family house-elf who came from England with Mrs. Simpkins earlier that century.

    The trouble began soon after the death of Bobbsy when Chloe was 16. According to reports later taken by MRD agents, Mr. and Mrs. Simpkins stated that Chloe began sleep-walking; rising from her bed late at night to wander the house and grounds. Despite powerful locking spells being placed on the doors and windows to her room, the young woman always managed to escape. That was when the noises began. Night after night the Simpkins’ were awoken by a sudden explosion of noise: sometimes it was the music of a grand ball, and sometimes it was the roaring of terrible beasts, but each night the walls shook with the noise and the couple cowered in fear as invisible phantoms rollicked up and down the hall and banged on the windows.

    They called a professional exorcist who was baffled by the manifestations, which were only getting worse. Some nights blood ran down the walls, and others flowers rained from the empty air, but every time the light of dawn would wipe the strangeness away without a single trace of its passing.

    Of course it didn’t take much together what was happening.

    When Chloe walked, her dreams walked with her. Both the sweetest fantasies and darkest nightmares were being manifested by the girl’s sleeping mind and whatever immense magical talent had been so long suppressed within her. She was completely ignorant of these happenings, of course, and when she walked whatever magic slept within her protected her every step. Though she walked barefoot through field and fen, she always returned safely to the house with nary a scratch or scrape and ounce of mud clinging to her nightgown.

    But her powers were growing. What had started as phantasms of noise were becoming physical manifestations. By the time the MRD decided to involve itself, the family was under a near nightly siege: the halls warped into endless passage and the edges of beds becoming cliffs of indefinite height, all while strange monsters lurked in the corners or slid unexpectedly out of the shadows.

    Miss Simpkins was removed to a secret MRD facility a few days before her 17th birthday, and the rest of her life was declared “Top Secret” by a joint action of the President, Head of Magical Research and Development, and a unanimous ruling by the Supreme Wizengamut. What happened to the young dreamer remains the subject of much speculation. Rumors abound that even the brilliant minds of the MRD could not contain her power, and one day her sleeping mind simply summoned up a door in the air and walked her through, apparently disappearing forever into her own fancy.

    Some people claim they see her in their own dreams, happy and free at last, populating a secret world beyond our own with new friends and a family that loves her. They say that if she invites you talk with her, it is most unlucky to turn her down, but to never eat from her garden or drink anything she offers you…Chloe Simpkins was never a cruel girl, but she was always so desperately lonely, and time in dreams can be a very flexible thing indeed.

    (Portrait: Ivan Kramskoi - The Sleepwalker - 1871)

     
  7. 02:05

    Notes: 334526

    Reblogged from somethingsuitablywittyandmorbid

    image: Download

    gothiccharmschool:

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disgruntledsquids:


Old hag by *veprikov
Being a witch is not the highest paid job in the world.

I JUST FOUND THIS PICTURE AND I’M GOING TO CRY WHY THIS

I JUST WANT HER TO GET HER PRETTY PURPLE HAT AND BE HAPPY

I would kill for a companion piece to this, where she gets her hat..

Im sobbing.

no seriously why hasn’t any replied to this image with a picture of her in the pretty hat c’mon tumblr please

Well it’s not much, but here’s a comic: 
Enjoy!

DEAD

Reblog every one of these happy end comics I don’t even care

I will always reblog this when there are happy ending images that involve the witch getting her pretty purple hat. And yes, the original image makes me sniffly EVERY TIME. 

    gothiccharmschool:

    seerofsarcasm:

    satamoru:

    plintoon:

    satamoru:

    zoann:

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    nonimaginaryfriend:

    disgruntledsquids:

    Old hag by *veprikov

    Being a witch is not the highest paid job in the world.

    I JUST FOUND THIS PICTURE AND I’M GOING TO CRY WHY THIS

    I JUST WANT HER TO GET HER PRETTY PURPLE HAT AND BE HAPPY

    I would kill for a companion piece to this, where she gets her hat..

    Im sobbing.

    no seriously why hasn’t any replied to this image with a picture of her in the pretty hat c’mon tumblr please

    Well it’s not much, but here’s a comic: 
    imageimageimageimageimage

    Enjoy!

    DEAD

    Reblog every one of these happy end comics I don’t even care

    I will always reblog this when there are happy ending images that involve the witch getting her pretty purple hat. And yes, the original image makes me sniffly EVERY TIME. 

    (Source: willardhewitts)

     
  8. trillgamesh:

    jk rowling unilaterally writing that not a single member of slytherin house fought in the battle of hogwarts and instead every single one of them hid like cowards is honestly one of the laziest most flaccid writing decisions of our time

    I think this was an honest stuff up. She’s said in interviews that there were Slytherin seventh years there helping and there’s this line that Slughorn says right at the end about Slytherin doing it’s part that doesn’t really make sense without that context. I think she meant to put them in but forgot or accidentally edited it out or something, which is really sad.

     
  9. 20:56

    Notes: 260

    Reblogged from flowerprincessburd

    samandriel:

    anomalous-love:

    samandriel:

    Math really pisses me off because every few months I will remember that 1/3 = .33333 and 2/3 = .66666 so 3/3 = .99999 but 3/3 really equals 1 so .99999 = 1 and I’m so angry all the time about it

    I hope this is a joke and everyone who…

     
  10. 20:55

    Notes: 14603

    Reblogged from somethingsuitablywittyandmorbid

    a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

    audreyii-fic:

    "Ghostbusters" starring Mindy Kaling, America Ferrera, Aubrey Plaza, and Rebel Wilson

    YES YES YES