Every time I think I’m done with the sprouse bros they pull me back in
One is never done with the Sprouse boys
"If you can’t afford birth control pills, just don’t have sex!"
The birth control pill has many uses other than simple birth control (I know, the name is misleading). Most people who go on the pill do it for reasons other than preventing pregnancy. Extremely painful cramps, irregular period cycle, heavy flows, and acne are amongst just a few things the pill can help regulate.
She looks like Cleopatra or something brought into the future. Powerful stare like, “All the Ceasar’s be fallin’ for me.”
OMG that second gif makes me feel like she just declared war and we’re all gonna die and I’m totally ok with that
when your friend cusses in front of your parents
tumblr kinda forces u to get educated on things bc otherwise u wont be able to participate in or understand dash topics
i think honestly what amazes me most about all the thin women whining about nicki minaj is that she didn’t even really insult you????? she didn’t call you unattractive or unworthy or ugly she just said “fuck you, i want some fat women out here”
like how whiny and self obsessed are u
also can we talk about the fact that Clara Oswald doesn’t have to be “tough” to be brave
Like she is crying and shaking and openly admits that she’s terrified
but she still stands her ground and refuses to yield and trusts that the Doctor will come for her
and I just really appreciate showing that kind of strength because that’s not a kind of strength that gets portrayed a lot
HOW IS THIS SUCH BEAUTIFUL QUALITY?
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY JOLIE’S DAUGHTER PLAYING YOUNG AURORA AND HOW TALENTED THIS WOMAN IS TO ACT OUT NOT WANTING TO HOLD AND CUDDLE HER OWN LITTLE WOMB NUGGET LIKE GOTDAMN WOMAN YOU GOOD.
#pirates of the caribbean was kind of a formative influence #so here’s the thing #after years of chasing curses and hearts and fountains; losing the pearl and winning her back and losing her again #after rum enough to drown his sins and sorrows both#captain jack sparrow wakes up one morning and he’s immortal #just like that #no deals with calypso (he hasn’t been able to find her since the brethren court broke her chains) no desperate double-dealing #one morning he just…stops #stops aging stops dying #he gets the seas forever—except #except #the edges of the map are closing in #the lure of undiscovered treasures is waning and merchant ships are becoming better defended #the day that the East India Company takes Shipwreck Island; Jack feels a great chapter in the world’s history close #(he flees to the Barbary coast with the rest of his ilk; but the romance has gone out of it—the is too much desperation #too much hunger too much blood to it nowadays #the age of the swashbuckler won’t live out the decade) #I imagine this thing he’s chased all his life would crumble through his hands as he bounced from ship to ship #he never gets used to the square rigging on the clippers; though they lead to some good work running tea from china #but the first time he sees a steamship he nearly walks off the dock out of shock #of all the ways sailing would have changed; who thought you’d get rid of the /sails/ #(he swears he’s never getting on one of those monstrosities; let alone sailing on one) #(he manages to hold out until 1893 when the longing for the sea overwhelms him and he decides that even #that ghastly smog and the humming of the engines can be endured) #sometimes he’ll see calypso out of the corner of his eye—leaning on the deck railing; darting alongside the ship with the dolphins #(someone in the early 20th century tells him they’re not fish and he nearly busts a gut laughing) #he wears a hundred names and a hundred looks; cuts his hair short or grows it long #calls himself american; spanish; english (british); caribbean #he has two dozen different copies of Stevenson’s Treasure Island—it reminds him of something gone and half-forgotten #and in 1920 when Seitz comes out with Pirate Gold; Captain Jack Sparrow is in the first row (x)
And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.
Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.
That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did…
This gave me chills like twice
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
night in the museum 3 is gonna be coming out soon so we’ll have one more chance to see him but i feel like im gonna cry every time he’s on screen
oh god, I didn’t even think about that. I’ll be a mess!
He has 4 movies in post production I think. So 4 more.
whenever i get an essay assignment i immediately go “how can i work a feminist and anti capitalist rant into this”
How about focus on the fucking essay and not make everything about your passions? You don’t see me making a rant about whales in every fucking essay I get.
i study sociology and politics, its always relevant you fucking weirdo. go fuck a whale or something.
Teen Wolf AU: When Satomi visits Beacon Hills to forge an alliance between her pack and Derek’s, Derek fears that she will propose to strengthen the bond by having him marry one of her daughters. The obvious solution to prevent this from happening is pretending to date someone else. Stiles, being the only single member of his pack, is the obvious choice. It has nothing at all to do with Derek secretly being hopelessly in love with him anyway. Right?
(Also Derek is a dumbass for thinking that Stiles isn’t pining for him, Scott is concerned for his best friend’s well-being, and Satomi is an all-around badass who totally sees through their bluff - also, seriously Derek, arranged marriages are so last century why the fuck did you even think she’s consider that option - but drops enough hints for Derek to finally act on his feelings so that everyone goes home happy.)
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