born a man


Tyler: Three reasons why you should come to our show. First one: Josh Dun is gonna be there. Second: Josh Dun’s arms are gonna be there. And third: his kindness. So Josh, three times. I have nothing to do with the show, I’m just… I’m just a singer. [x]

“Victory Cheese!” 

ft. Phichit as the cameraman. to the instagram we go!

Did I mention I have fallen to this hell hole of a fandom. More like Victuuri Cheese rite HAHAHA I’m sorry I’ll stop.

EPISODE 6 ENDS ME. All those moves cough Giacometti’s butt tho cough and ost and these two just—-I’m so glad to be alive. 

i wasnt ‘born ready’ but nazi science has solved that problem for me

Violence doesn’t discriminate. It hits all of us… the rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick. It comes as cold and bracing as a winter breeze off the Hudson. Until it sinks into your bones, leaving you with a chill you can’t shake. They say there’s not rest for the wicked. But what about the good? The battle of Good vs. Evil is never-ending, because evil always survives, with the help of evil men. As for Daredevil, well… soon the world will know the truth. That this is a city born of heroes, that one man CAN make a difference. 

Matt MurdockDirector’s Cut

dopamine album song ramblings

10,000 emerald pools: hazy walks through river-filled forests, marveling at the wonders of nature. echoey caves giving an innate sense of the going-ons of the world, feeling magical, being immersed in deep aqua cavernous pools of water, inhaling a fresh perspective on life, deciding, this is what i live for.

dug my heart: an edgy love story between two girls who wanted nothing but to be together forever, risking it all. climbing fences in the dark just for those secret smiles and shared secrets, a couple cigarettes exchanging hands, all for a breath of the other across your left cheek, wherever the cracks in the pavement lead you, you always have her in your memory

electric love: birds cawing into the sunrise, an assurance that you’re going to have a hell of a time, sweet candy coursing through your veins, visiting dusty bookshops together and feeling like you’ve found the one true love of your life, hearts beating like the rain, downing tequila shots in awe of your electric chemistry

american money: thunderstorms, racing through the dust on a bike, listening to rock music through earbuds, kisses sweet like tennessee honey, murmurs into necks, driving on the highway indulging in whims of buried treasure, writing an ode to the other’s eyes being “green like american money”, proudly carving hearts onto local tree trunks

the emotion: taking polaroids of your lover as you wander, driving through the timezones, the emotion suddenly building up, having an inexplicable urge to just gush out and confess your love, deep red roses at her side and heart sunglasses on your head, her taking out a guitar and strumming dissonant chords with all her heart - you burst out laughing at how endearing she is. all your love, all your emotions are pent up inside and you’ve never experienced so much at once; you wouldn’t trade it for anything else

holy ghost: pouring rain outside, a cozy motel room filled with glasses of wine and perfume. desperate in proving love, fantasies of thirst and ecstasy, ornate gates of glamour welcoming divinity and paradise. in a club, locking eyes with a kindred soul whom you connect with while violins are cranking out their shrillest, purest notes giving you that fully amazed sensation

past lives: a song for all the dreamers and the ones that long for past lives, an ode to the magnificence of times long ago and eras that no longer exist, validating the dreamers and their, vintage hotel rooms with golden bouquets of roses, nights of rock concerts and empty bottles of wine, scenery of red rocks and canyons of majesty, young love adrift at sea, a happy wisp of feeling that leaves you content yet melancholy

clouds: sitting around idly painting, listening to some ambient disco music, thinking about your lover and how you’re absolutely enamored with them. going with them on a carefree journey through paris, lovely beaches with gentle, rolling waves. you can’t help but go along with this experience; as you watch the tide steadily edge in, you can’t help but gaze in wonder at how lucky you are to end up with them

dopamine: twirling through the purple-tinted disco, everything is fresh and tilted due to a little “dopamine” in your veins, looking for anyone to spend a night with you, outrageously flirting, making eyes at the prettiest girl in the room, a night to throw out inhibitions, throwing down shots of tequila, ecstasy surging through you, a pulsating beat, dancing your heart out, tinted funky sunglasses

overnight sensation: lingering touches when that really pretty bartender you’ve been crushing on hands you your drink, sunbeams lighting up her wispy hair, confessing all the sensations of what you’ve been feeling, finally allowing someone past your built up boundaries, a climatic love, daisies picked and left near your purse

fool: becoming a fool for someone you love because you don’t mind it, swaying in this dreamy visual of your loved one forever, being under a spell, reaching out to touch their hand, intoxicating smiles, knowing you’re a goner. once they leave, you can’t help but reliving everything - all your road trips through sunny fields, waving hands around in absolute giddy joy; it’s a bittersweet reminiscing

(inspiration) (spotify)

  • Harry: Sirius, why didn't you ever have children of your own?
  • Sirius: You mean besides the whole Azkaban thing?
  • [Harry Nods]
  • Sirius: I promised my first born to some sketchy looking man under a bridge and I REALLY didn't want to make good on the deal.
  • Remus: Tell him the truth Pads.
  • Sirius: Okay fine! I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as i ride through the glen firing spells into the sunset! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?
  • Remus: Quite

Trump is already detaining and trying to deport the “Dreamers” Obama said could stay in the country

  • Now that Trump is president, Immigration and Customs Enforcement has started to ramp up its enforcement actions. (Vox)
  • On Feb. 10, ICE officials detained Daniel Ramirez Medina, a 23-year-old Mexico-born man, who had lived in the U.S. since he was 7 years old, had no criminal record and was covered by Obama’s Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program.
  • DACA creates protections against deportation for a class of immigrants known as Dreamers, who came to the U.S. without documents as children. 
  • In the case of Medina, the 23-year-old Dreamer, the detention is not only shocking but appeared to be a blatant violation of the Obama-era policy. 
  • On Friday, the Los Angeles Times reported that senior White House officials are exploring ways to end DACA without involving Trump. 
  • Ramirez’s case illustrates one of the ways they can make that happen.
  • Constitutional law experts Laurence Tribe and Ted Boutrous have taken legal action to challenge Ramirez’s detention. Read more (2/17/17 1:05 PM)