*CHARACTER*

Sophie Turner and Emilia Clarke bts of Game of Thrones S08E02

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?

*faint laughter from Britian*

*history teachers crying*

Someone developed the internet without the help of internet

Hilarious Dog Snapchats That Are Impossible Not To Laugh At

You will forgive my doubts, my lady. A grey girl on a dying horse, fleeing from a marriage, that was what you said. I was not wrong. You were not right. Alys is not Arya. A grey girl on a dying horse. Daggers in the dark. A promised prince, born in smoke and salt. It seems to me that you make nothing but mistakes, my lady. Where is Stannis? What of Rattleshirt and his spearwives? Where is my sister?

The Duchess of Cambridge spent time with the Irish Guard 1st battalion for St. Patrick’s Day, as per tradition. Guinness in hand, she chatted with soldiers in their mess hall. | March 17th, 2019

let’s talk about a ptsd thing that’s called sense of foreshortened future. i don’t see anyone ever talking about it here and i think that it’s important that people know that what they experience is nothing but another symptom of their mental illness.

So what is it?

Basically, sense of foreshortened future is a feeling or a belief that for some reason you won’t have a long and fullfilling life. You feel like you will die soon – or sooner than expected – and therefore you shouldn’t make any long-term plans. You try to avoid long-term relationships, you don’t have any career plans, reaching your birthday - hell, sometimes even managing to surivive the week surprises you. 

You feel like you’ll never have a normal life because you’re not only broken beyond repair but also can’t trust anyone anymore. It is an incredibly depressing feeling that makes you feel like there’s no point in… anything, really? Every activity becomes dull and pointless and you don’t know what drags you though life at this point.

I know it won;t make the feeling go away but I want you to know that this feeling is NOT a reflection of reality. You’re not broken beyond repair and you will have a normal happy life if you work on your recovery. making plans is not pointless. You deserve to be happy and you will be happy. Don’t let PTSD and its symptoms convince you otherwise.

Tumblr is scaring me because this shit sums up exactly how I was feeling this entire month

The moment you’re both relieved and frightened that what you feel is actually a thing.

me: h-

blonde republican women:

— James Middleton

Now keep picturing but let’s fucking make it happen

PETA Is A Joke

I’m sorry, but this is so fucking stupid. PETA is claiming that this is what a sheep looks like after it has been sheared. In case you were wondering, this is what a sheep ACTUALLY looks like after it has been sheared:

And that isn’t some “best case” scenario, believe me, I live in a place that has more sheep than people, and all sheared sheep look like that. It does not hurt the animal at all, aside from perhaps the odd slip with the shears resulting in a minor graze. In fact, shearing sheep is necessary for their wellbeing, because domesticated sheep do not shed their wool like a non domesticated sheep would, which can to them looking like this:

This is Shrek, yes, that is actually his name, notice how you can’t see his legs or face? That’s not good. He is a sheep who escaped his field and went wandering for six years, resulting in a sixty pound fleece. This is actually dangerous because it can cause overheating and if they get on their back the weight stops them from getting up again, they can die from this. PETA really cares about money and attention more than animals.

So yeah, fuck PETA, buy wool…and while you’re at it buy some goddamn honey because the bees need the help.

After Shrek was sheared:

HES SMILING

I legitimately teared up at this

he really did that, he snapped

I JUST CHECKED THIS IS REAL IM SCREAMING

Dick Van Dyke is a national treasure

Sitting at a table with my hands folded in front of me and a placid expression on my face while an adult man passionately and incoherently argues with me while a female coworker hides a smirk behind her hand and winks at me is… an experience.

I’m glad you got to have such a quintessentially female experience. All of us have… a Look™️ we share when a man is blathering at one of us and thinks we should be hanging on every word.

I don’t think I can describe the look on his face when I explained that “logic" is a value-neutral system of getting from a premise to a conclusion, and that “stupid” human behaviors can still have consistent internal logic.

“There’s nothing logical about wearing jeans with holes in them!” he insisted.

“That depends,” I said. “Do you accept that wearing ‘fashionable’ clothing aids in securing social acceptance, and that ‘ripped-up jeans’ are generally regarded as fashionable? Then saying that ‘wearing ripped-up jeans helps gain social acceptance’ is logically sound, even if you and I both think that ripped-up jeans are tacky, or that this kind of social acceptance isn’t a desirable goal. Those are subjective opinions.”

He really didn’t like that. He also didn’t like when I told him that he cannot make a valid counterpoint to what I have to say if he interrupts me before I can say it.