"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself."

— Harvey Fierstein (via zeldawilliams)

championcoolbreeze:

obfuscatingdeity:

the thing to realize here is that conservatives find the idea of paying workers a livable wage so absurd that they make hyperbolic comparisons like this

because fifteen dollars an hour and a hundred thousand dollars an hour both mean the same thing to them; more than you deserve

^That commentary is very important.

(Source: -teesa-, via tigressflowers)

bisexualpiratequeen:

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

(via tigressflowers)

rumbleroars:

avengenerds-assemble:

freakinmi:

I love Marvel movies. 

THIS WHOLE FANDOM IS ON DRUGS

OMG I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

(via tigressflowers)

doxydejour:

kitsparrow:

ghettocarnival:

PETER

PETER.

DOOM.

(Source: dickpuns, via newvagabond)

lordexcess:

Farmer plays Royals on trombone, cows gather

(via kidcrimedoer)

(Source: tenkaichibudokai, via khinaye)

samurai-ko:

bigangry:

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.

It got better.

Look down, back up - where are you? You’re in a House with the wizard your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It’s a Horcrux with two clues to that thing you shouldn’t be messing with anyway. Look again - the clues are now Golden Snitches; you’ve won the match. Twice.
Anything is possible when your man smells like wizardry and not a Death Eater.
Vera verto! You’re a horse.

samurai-ko:

bigangry:

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.

It got better.

Look down, back up - where are you? You’re in a House with the wizard your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It’s a Horcrux with two clues to that thing you shouldn’t be messing with anyway. Look again - the clues are now Golden Snitches; you’ve won the match. Twice.

Anything is possible when your man smells like wizardry and not a Death Eater.

Vera verto! You’re a horse.

(via cheskamouse)