& nobody wants that

littlecamy  asked:

So I was wearing a t-shirt with the quote "everybody should be feminist" on it, and the boy I like came to me and started laughing and saying that feminism is just "something ugly girls praise because nobody wants them" and that I was too pretty for that bullshit. Well, tonight he asked me on a date and I said that if he can't handle a woman demanding respect he shouldn't be allowed to handle her pussy.. Self respect Girls💓 (you and your blog SLAY)💕

OMG👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻💗💗

irleughlivelyatalanteangodfan  asked:

About courts- is it possible that there are different types of courts that intersect. Like, you got courts based on locations (ex. Elsewhere Court, Irish Court, that type of thing), and courts based om things (seasons, times of day, lakes, that sort of thing). And then there are big Courts, based on elements, dreams, death and such things, which generally all gentry belong to but aren't referred outside of Deep Else. And then on the top, you've got Seelie, Unseelie and Wild fey

which aren’t talked about a lot, mostly because they are more like…temperament thing- Unseelie are strange creatures guided by whims and passions, wild are sort of like animals, and Seelie are those cunning, always calculating sort that may or may not be entirely emotionless. And in good part because Seelie, Unseelie and Wild are governed by True Royalty, and nobody wants them involved ( fey legends claim that once, universe was small and dark, and rules different. Until one day a Royal came     

near border, and because it was too powerful and magical and Other, universe couldn’t manage it’s presence, and so it grew and rules of nature changed and stars were born, small windows through which Royalty can gaze upon world. They decided that universe was too small, too weak and boring, and haven’t looked upon reality in eons. May it remain so). Again, thank you for this great setting and blog!                  

finding the words pt. 1

so i’m a real sucker for soulmates. any sort of soulmate related plot-line and I am there. one of my favourite, less popular ideas is where whatever you think of your soulmate appears on their body in writing, so… here it is (also please note that for the purposes of this fic both eddie and richie are eighteen years old). 

“Look,” said Bill, holding his wrist up in front of Eddie’s face “Do you see it? I woke up this morning and it was there.” 

“You’d need to be blind not to.” Eddie answered, and it was true enough. The letters were all bold and dark against his friend’s skin as though whoever had thought it had done so with no small amount of conviction. Now it’d be impossible to see him and not know. 

‘Kind’.

It was true. Bill was the sort of guy who had goodness just radiating out of him, like the prince in a Disney movie or Clark Kent. He wasn’t a pushover by any means and he wasn’t without wit, he was just agreeable. In fact, he was probably one of the most agreeable people that Eddie had ever met. There wasn’t one bad bone in Bill Denbrough’s body. 

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Who is this creature?“
  • “My conscience is clear.“
  • “How dare you defy me?“
  • “Be mine or you will burn.”
  • “The only fool I see is you!“
  • “You sure? Good day to try.“
  • “I ask for nothing. I can get by.”
  • “You do what you think is right.“
  • “You there, what are you hiding?”
  • “It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame!”
  • “You make your point quite vividly.”
  • “What? What am I supposed to do?“
  • “A lesson needs to be learned here.“
  • “But, she will be mine or she will burn.”
  • “Did you make all these things, yourself?”
  • “Just as soon as I free this poor creature.“
  • “Who is the monster and who is the man?”
  • “I’m sending it back to hell, where it belongs.“
  • “Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?“
  • “You’ve got a funny way of showing gratitude.“
  • “I’m tired of trying to be something that I’m not.“
  • “You idiot! That wasn’t kindness, it was cunning!“
  • “Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?“
  • “Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky?“
  • “You’re lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.“
  • “Go on. Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever.“
  • “I don’t know if you can hear me… or if you’re even there.”
  • “Shh. You’ll hide here until you’re strong enough to move.“
  • “Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now.“
  • “All my life, you have told me that the world is a dark, cruel place.“
  • “Alright, alright, just calm down. Just give me a chance to apologize.”
  • “You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.“
  • “You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!“
  • “But, now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!“
  • “You know I’m so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd!”
  • “Candlelight, privacy, music. Can’t think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat.”
  • “Life’s not a spectator sport. If watching is all you’re gonna do, then you’re gonna watch your life go by without you.”

You know what I find funny? That there was a point in time where you had a best friend and you literally told them everything and now they don’t even text you to see if you’re okay or even text you period. It’s just weird how time changes things.

in my first lecture on shakespeare the lecturer opened with the words “Shakespeare is bisexual. Most literary evidence points towards this, and it is the most commonly accepted understanding of his sonnets in modern literature.

so if I have to read even ONE essay that comes to this ‘shocking’ conclusion this year, so help me god you will NOT pass this module”

anyway this is your reminder that shakespeare is bi, 100% bi, super bi, and laura jenkins wants people to shut up and focus on his fucking nature imagery thank you goodbye.

I'm afraid

I’m afraid of people leaving me, when I need them, of people lying to me, when I always tell them the truth, of them forgetting me, when I could never forget them, of being replaced, because I know that I’ll never be good enough, of being hurt and of people giving up on me.

I want the boys to get a break from being defenders of the universe and take a little vacation at some alien B&B where they can cuddle in bed for hours without worrying about zarkon 

(lance is the big spoon and it makes keith feel safe n loved)

(rub ur butt on his junk keith do it)