out of life

Jason Bourne
Star Trek Beyond
Bad Moms
Lights Out
Ice Age: Collision Course
The Secret Life of Pets
Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates
The Land
Hillary’s America: The Secret History of the Democratic Party
Miss Sharon Jones!
The Tenth Man
Into the Forest

Suicide Squad
The Legend of Tarzan
Finding Dory
The Purge: Election Year
Central Intelligence
The Infiltrator
Independence Day: Resurgence
Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie
Don’t Think Twice
Train to Busan
The Conjuring 2
Now You See Me 2
The Bronze
X-Men: Apocalypse
Me Before You
Eye in the Sky
The Neon Demon
10 Cloverfield Lane
The Shallows
Free State of Jones
Swiss Army Man
Hunt for the Wilderpeople
Les Cowboys
Breaking a Monster


US Trailer!!!! x

Okay, I have to go on a little rant. I get so frustrated when Rose Tyler is dismissed as being, “just a teenager.” She didn’t stay a teen forever! Come on!!

She was 19 when she met the Doctor, and she traveled with him for approximately two years. (I give it 18 months-3 years, and personally lean towards the higher end.) That means she was 21-22 when she was trapped in Pete’s World.

Then she was there for about three years–just judging by how old her brother was in SE/JE. So now she’s AT LEAST 24.

Plus she saw and did a lot in traveling with the Doctor. She was an average nineteen-year-old, but by the time they were separated, she’d matured far past her 21 years. On Krop Tor, it was Rose who took charge and got the Sanctuary Base crew working together–not Zach or Jefferson. Rose probably had more experience with dangerous situations than Zach, and she had more experience getting people to see their potential than either man.

So can we stop dismissing her as just a teenager? She was an adult woman who learned a lot travelling with the Doctor.

And just to say it–her feelings for him were not a teenage crush. They might have started as infatuation (because hello, most romantic love does!), but they deepened into something real and long-lasting. It was not puppy love.

People that are having an issue with certain USWNT’ers flying in first class:
Just an Average...

Tonight we’re having some people over for dinner. You know, just an average evening of hanging out, eating some tacos…and coming out as trans to Navyy’s boss and his wife. I feel pretty good about it, in part because we’ve had a fair number of these “coming out dinners” over the past year and because I have a strong feeling everything will go will go well; but also because this is the last conversation we were hoping to have before I get to come out on Facebook. It’s hardly the last time we’ll have to come out - that’s pretty much going to be a constant in our lives - but between the conversations we’re wrapping up tonight and coming out more publicly on social media, we’re finally reaching the point where it will be much easier to be out and about here in our small town. And that feels pretty awesome.

4 years ago i had a mutual who i was super close with, but after me deactivating my account and multiple URL, icon, and fandom changes, i have no way of finding her and thats so sad, but i just wanted to say; sam from melbourne who is 16 turning 17 in August and watched pll, teen wolf, arrow and ouat, just know i hope you are happy wherever you are and a living a good life :)

Okay so at McDonald’s while eating french fries and ice cream I began to think about Voltron because you know, who doesn’t? So in my head I began to create a theory in my head about all of the homesickness coming from Hunk, Lance, and Pidge.

What if it was like near Winter Break and they were about to go home in maybe like one or two weeks? It would explain the simulations which might be like an exam of some sort or preparing for the exams. This would also kind of explain Keith wearing a jacket since some parts of Arizona remain fairly cool (on the belief that the 50s- 70 is cool).

Now think about Pidge preparing to go see their mother and keep her from spending more time without her family for holidays. She had the stockings lined up and the gifts under the tree only to have no one come home and the gifts unwrapped.
Think about Hunk being miles away from his warm sandy beaches and huge family waiting for him. He’s ready for all the poi, poke, lomi salmon, opihi, haupia, and the Kalua pig. But he’s missing it all.
Think about Lance so eager to go to home to his family and start celebrating on Noche Buena. Not only is he missing his family, he’s also missing being surrounded by all the people in his neighborhood. He’s been craving buñuelos since Halloween. But all of that is gone for all he knows.

The Tale of Ser Aveline

Once upon a time there was a poor, bitter farmer.

He lived with his wife and children, near the lands of the elves.

He was selfish, and cold, with eyes that were dark, and bones that were old.

Our story starts when his wife became pregnant, with another of their many children.

When his wife bore the child, he looked at the babe and felt disappointment.

She was too thick, and too round, her nose too crooked, and her mouth too proud.

He looked at the red-orange curls on her little head, and he thought that redheads meant bad luck.

Because he was selfish, the farmer didn’t want to care for his daughter.

Because he was cold, he did not love her.

He did not see her beauty, because his eyes were too dark.

He did not feel her promise, because his bones were too old.

And so he took her to the woods and left her there, hoping she would be no more.

When he left, she did not cry.

When the wind blew, she did not cry.

When the wolves howled at the silver moon, still she did not cry.

The farmer had hoped she would die, but he had left her near the woods of the elves.

A hunter, strong and true, was scouting the forest for food to bring back to his clan.

He happened upon our young hero, slumbering peacefully in an old fallen oak tree.

He picked her up and held her, and still she did not cry.

The hunter saw this, and was impressed.

She was thick, and round, with a crooked nose, and a mouth that was proud.

He saw her red-orange curls, and he thought they must be lucky.

He took her back to the clan, and they agreed to raise her as their own..

To them, it did not matter that she was too thick, or too round.

They liked that her nose was crooked, and they thought it was good that her mouth was proud..

Her red-orange hair was a beautiful gift, a fire to warm them on the coldest nights.

They named her Aveline, the prettiest of the human names.

As she grew she got thicker, and her muscles rounder.

Her nose stayed crooked, and her mouth curved prouder.

Her red-orange curls grew long and wavy.

She was trained n the ways of their warriors, in dueling and archery.

She learned to wield a dagger and a blade, and to hit a target from all the way across the rivers.

She learned to hunt, and fish, and gather food.

The Keeper of the clan saw how much Aveline liked her training, and she thought that she might enjoy the tournaments that the humans held.

She encouraged Aveline to participate.

Aveline had never trusted humans after she had learned that her family had left her.

She thought they must all be selfish, and cold, with eyes that stayed dark, and bones that grew old.

She did not need or want them, for she had all the family she could ever desire in her clan.

Still, she heard stories of the battles held at the tournaments, and she dreamed of the crowds and the banners, of the clash of steel and the noble knights.

She wanted, more than anything, to participate in the tournaments, but she thought she never would.

In Orlais it was forbidden for women to be knights, and only knights could enter the tournament.

Aveline was laughed at when she had tried, and she had run home to her clan, hurt because they had told her that she could not fight…

and that she was too thick, and too round, and her nose too crooked and her mouth too proud.

Even though she was hurt, still she did not cry.

Her clan  told her she was beautiful, and bade her hunt for them, so that she could feel strong and skilled, as they knew she was.

As Aveline went to hunt, the clan met together, and they decided that they would show the humans how wonderful Aveline was.

They worked together, and they worked late into the night, and after many hours they had made two gifts that would let her pursue her dreams.

When Aveline returned, they presented her with a beautiful suit of gleaming armor, with a beautiful, gleaming helm.

Aveline was moved, and knew that she could never repay them, but they insisted that they needed no thanks, only to see her smile.

She tried it on, and it fit perfectly.

She no longer felt too thick, or too round, and her helm covered her crooked nose, and her mouth that smiled so proud.

As she wore the armor, her clan presented her with the second gift: a beautiful blade, carved of ironbark.

Aveline now had everything she needed.

She thanked her clan a thousand times, and told them how much she loved them.

Then she left, to enter the tournament, and make them proud.

This time no one laughed at her, and she was able to face the other knights.

She fought many battles, and she did very well.

The crowd cheered for this mysterious knight, who wore a beautiful, gleaming suit of armor, and a beautiful, gleaming helm.

She was the happiest she had ever been, and she was nearing the finals of the tournament.

Her next opponent was Prince Freyan.

He was very tall, and very proud. His eyes shone bright green, and he was loved by the crowd.

His black-blue hair was like velvet in the sun.

He shook her hand before battle, and he was the first man that had smiled at her.

They fought, him with a steel and her with ironbark.

They were well matched, and equal blow to blow.

For a time, the crowd grew hushed as they watched, and Aveline and Freyan thought that they might end in a tie, as neither could seem to best the other.

Just when she thought she could go on no more, Aveline was given her chance.

She leaped in the air, and with a great, sweeping spin, she knocked the prince to the ground!

She leaned over him, the tip of her blade pointed at his throat.

Her red-orange hair curled out of the bottom of her beautiful, gleaming helm.

She met Freyan’s eyes, and they both smiled.

She dropped her blade, and offered him a hand up.

He took it and stood, and peered into her beautiful, gleaming helm as he rose.

“You are different than the other knights.” He told her.

Beneath her beautiful, gleaming helm, Aveline blushed.

She tucked her red-orange curls away, and shook her head, unable to speak.

The Prince, still smiling, shook her hand again.

“I hope you win.” He told her.

Prince Freyan returned to his seat, and as he went Aveline thought that he was tall, and proud.

She noticed his eyes that were bright green, and how he was loved by the crowd.”

It was time for Aveline to win her final fight.

The Knight that stepped into the ring was the Emperor’s own, and had won many fights with violence and anger.

He was rough, and loud, with angry eyes, and a wicked crown.  

Aveline was not afraid, however.

She fought the knight, and as they fought he grew angrier.

He could not push her, because she was too thick.

He could not dodge around her, because she was too round.

He didn’t like her crooked blade, and thought her armor was too proud.

As he grew tired battling Aveline, he also grew impatient.

He waited for the right moment, and when Aveline was not prepared he thrust his foot out, tripping her.

She toppled to the ground, her beautiful, gleaming armor being knocked askew…

and off flew her beautiful, gleaming helm.

The Knight, and the Prince, and all the crowd grew silent.

Her red-orange curls had spilled on the ground.

They could see that she was a woman, and that was not allowed.

The Knight was ashamed that she had almost bested him, and so he turned to the Prince.

“I demand she be disqualified. Her fight should be forfeit.” He said.

The crowd, however, had seen her fight. They had seen her skills.

They did not care that she was so thick, or so round, or that she had a crooked nose, or that her mouth was proud.

With her red-orange hair beneath her beautiful, gleaming helm, she had won over their favor, no matter where she came from.

The crowd booed the angry knight, and asked the Prince to let the match continue.

The knight’s frown was rough, his fury loud, with angry eyes turned, beneath his wicked crown.

Prince Freyan stood, holding up his hands for silence, and the crowd and the angry knight grew still.

He smiled at Aveline, and said: “The match will continue, our mystery knight may still fight!”

They looked at each other, and she thought that she liked that he was tall, and proud, and that his eyes were bright green, and that he had listened to the crowd.

The Angry knight was not so pleased, however.

His curse was rough, his footsteps loud, his eyes dark and angry, beneath his wicked crown.

He took up his blade, and lifted it high, and he struck down Aveline before she could rise.

“NO!” The Prince cried, and he leaped from the stands.

He ran to her side, and held her in his arms.

Her wound was too deep, and too long. With her blood on the floor, where it didn’t belong.

“Thank you,” she told him. “I’m sorry that I was a woman.”

The Prince smiled down at her, with tears in his eyes.

“You’re perfect,” he told her. “For what you are, never apologize.”

She smiled, and he thought he had never seen anything stronger.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Aveline.” She told him, and then her eyes fluttered closed.

To her last, she had not cried.

Aveline died in his arms, and he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

He thought that she was beautiful.

She was thick, and round, with a cute crooked nose, and a mouth very proud.

Her red-orange hair shined in the sun, and he thought that it must have been lucky for those that had known her longer.

The prince was sad, and angry, and he stood and turned to the knight.

He drew his blade and slew him where he stood.

He turned to the crowd, and said: “I hereby declare Aveline the winner of the tournament, and the greatest Knight today.”

They cheered, as they wept, for they had loved her too.

The prince returned home, and he mourned for her loss.

He declared the next day that any woman who wanted to should be allowed to become a knight, and enter any tournament that they wished.

He hung her beautiful, gleaming armor with its beautiful, gleaming helm in his palace, with her ironbark blade beside it.

And that is the tale of Ser Aveline, the redheaded knight who was too thick, and too round, and had a crooked nose, and a mouth that was too proud.

So my roommate and I have sliding doors between our rooms (traditional Japanese apartment) that we like to keep open so even though we can’t necessarily see each other, we can talk. And when one of us reads something funny online or something, we can share it with each other.
Well tonight, I find out that my life is semi falling apart and am trying to fix it while messaging my parents on my phone as I’m quietly crying in bed. I accidentally let out a choked sob that she mistook for one of my usual chuckles and indicator of incoming joke and/or story, and she naturally asked me what’s funny.
I panic and tell her about the hair salon I biked by the other day called “Trump”. She thought it ironically hilarious. I’m still silently dying.

do you ever just watch someone and watch their smile and their face and every little thing they do, every little thing about them, and think: holy shit i love you. i am in love with you and everything that you do. you are my entire world and i love you. i can’t stop thinking about how much i love you and i will never be able to stop. i just love you.