Sept. 15 8:44 pm



disheveled single father and daughter sell girl scout cookies door to door


Black girls with natural hair get made fun of and black girls with fake hair get made fun of and black girls with no hair get made fun of so like what are black girls supposed to do but not give a fuck abt u

Chris and Sebastian @ Comic Cob 2013 x


snapslikethis this is your fault and i’m not even sorry

He slammed the door shut behind them so hard that the wall shuddered. She rolled her eyes and sat down on top of the table, her legs swinging like a child’s as she stared at him. He had his back to her as he took a few breaths,

“Are you going to apologise?” He growled,

“For what, exactly?”

“You know damn well what, exactly.”

“I shouldn’t have to apologise to you, James Potter. You’re my boyfriend, not my parole officer.”

“I don’t know what that means, but you promised me that you wouldn’t go that raid tonight!” He growled, his voice was low as he approached her, and she bit down on her bottom lip, “You broke that promise, and worst of all is that I found out from Remus that you’d snuck off to an Order mission that you promised me you wouldn’t go on!”

“Oh god, not this again.” She complained at the mention of Remus in such a context, “That’s the worst of all?”

“What?” He snapped, taking another long step towards her, “You think it’s unreasonable for me to be upset that you trust my best mate more than you trust me?”

“I don’t trust him more than you, I just knew that he wouldn’t blow a god damn fuse over it.”

“Because he’s not the one who’s in love with you!” His hands were on the kitchen table, either side of her hips. His face was so close to hers that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin, “You could have gotten hurt, you twat.” He whispered, and she bit her lip again as she watched the way his jaw clenched, the way his jaw moved and told her that he was done arguing, that he was done shouting.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, her fingertips sure to trace over the top of his gritted jaw carefully, following every contour of tightened muscle, every contour of sharp bone and every dip and line of his skin. She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, “Don’t call me a twat.” She mumbled, her lips brushing over his as she spoke.

He shivered at her touch; shivered at the way her fingers trailed gently over his skin, like they were searching for nothing in particular, “Don’t act like a twat.” He countered, before he closed the gap between their lips at last. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply,  forgetting almost instantly about how pissed he’d been at her only moments before. 


"I like you. I respect you.”


What’s going on? What’s up?

Don’t ever say I’m not a man of my word again.

“You killed my parents,” said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady. Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes. “I don’t deny it,” he said very quietly.

You are the face of this
                                      r e v o l u t i o n.


The Daily Show”s Jessica Williams makes Paper's 'Beautiful People' List for 2014. Photographed by Harper Smith.

One of the things that I love about this confession is how different it is from Jim’s speech in “Casino Night”. In The Office, Pam is engaged and has been engaged since BEFORE the Pilot. Jim has never met a non-engaged Pam but he still harbors romatic feelings for her. Not problematic so far, but Jim’s confession to Pam was one that expected an answer, a very specific answer. He wants Pam to tell him that she loves him too.

But at this time, Pam is not a character who makes huge, life-changing decisions in the spur of the moment. She needs time to think and process and talk to her mom and she tries to tell Jim how important their friendship is to her and he cuts her off and tells her to stop. Jim doesn’t want to hear anything other than the idealized script he has in his head. He becomes curt and a bit rude and leaves disappointed and mad just because Pam is trying to deal with this shocking news he’s dropped on her and doesn’t immediately run into his arms.

Jake, on the other hand, offers up his feelings to Amy without strings. He understands she is with someone else. He doesn’t expect anything and he acknowledges that he missed his chance and should have acted sooner. He doesn’t expect a response from her, just needed to tell her what he wished could have happened (using the past tense). He makes no demands on her future and the decision is left up to her. It felt more considerate of Amy’s situation (just starting a serious relationship) and made me love Jake’s character just a little bit more.

My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)