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tonistarkofwinterfell:

LIFE HACK IF SOMEONE IS REALLY EXCITED ABOUT SOMETHING TRY TO BE EXCITED FOR THEM OR AT LEAST PRETEND TO BE AT LEAST SLIGHTLY INTERESTED BECAUSE NOTHING FEELS WORSE THAN EXPRESSING SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY ONLY TO HAVE PEOPLE TELL YOU TO CALM DOWN OR IGNORE YOU COMPLETELY

dontkillbirds:

Anyone else feel like that “you’re lonely, Mycroft” stuff was foreshadowing for something?

# Sherlock # S3 

freakingdork:

knatalie:

okay but please please tell me someone sat down and wrote after-mulan fic where some days li shang wakes up and rolls over and murmurs mulan’s name and reaches out for her only to hear “call me ping today” whispered back

and how everyone else not in the know thinks he has a wife and a secret army boyfriend and that he’s hiding one from the other

and someone tries to tell mulan and she just collapses laughing because they’re close but totally wrong

and li shang all the time just deals with it because he loves ping and he loves mulan and he doesn’t care what name he’s using or what gender he’s kissing as long as he can sneak one kiss a day

the dragon kind of creeps him out sometimes but it’s all cool

it’s all cool

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# yes yes # mulan 

christinefuckingchapel:

ouran text posts pt 2, tamakyo edition. 

starrysleeper:

get-off-your-arse-its-begun:

geekishchic:

volouminous:

*whispers* You can be mature and respectful and still have a dirty sense of humour.

*murmurs* You can curse a lot and still be highly intelligent with a massive vocabulary.

*mumbles* You can be quiet and reserved and still be witty and even outgoing in certain circles.

*sighs* You can be intelligent and sharp-minded and still forget what month it is
# Thank you 

In the United States, access to tampons and pads for low-income women is a real problem, too: food stamps don’t cover feminine hygiene products, so some women resort to selling their food stamps in order to pay for “luxuries” like tampons. Women in prison often don’t have access to sanitary products at all, and the high cost of a product that half the population needs multiple times a day, every month for approximately 30 years, is simply, well, bullshit.

- The case for free tampons (via stuffmomnevertoldyou)

You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anybody suggest that toilet paper or paper towels in public bathrooms shouldn’t be free.  We’d consider it outrageous if that very basic necessity were to be missing, or provided only for purchase.

And yet.

(via animatedamerican)

# Thank you 

sammyjacksons:

I hate when you get hit with those random feelings of panic and the nagging sense that something isnt right even though everything around you looks fine and you’re just standing there staring with your heart rate steadily increasing and your hands trembling and you’re so frustrated because you don’t know what’s wrong or what you’re so scared about and man I just really hate that

mialayla:

deadlyvibes:

I think it’s really fucked up how so many teenagers are alone and sad and having panic attacks in their room while their parents watch TV, and how a lot of those teenagers have had relatively normal childhoods, yet there’s this huge boom of depression and mental disorders, and its just dumb how we’ve turned into a generation labeled ‘reckless’ but really, we’re only reckless with ourselves

This is one of the best posts I’ve ever read

Hands 

verdigrisvagabond:

The year is 2099. Physical contact has been outlawed. Hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the dead of night and shady people hold hands in dark streets.

“I’m still not sure why you’re asking me,” Cassie says to the blonde girl hovering near her seat, shoving her textbook into her bag. “We don’t sit near each other, we don’t talk. I’m not even sure I know your name.”

The blonde frowns, somewhat wounded. “You don’t know my name?” she asks.

“It’s a lecture class of a hundred people. Of course I don’t know your name.”

“Fair enough.” She pulls her hands out of her pockets, and stretches a hand out for Cassie to shake, before rethinking it and giving a slight bow instead. “I’m Emma Germain-Carter,” she says.

“Cassie Cooper,” Cassie replies with a similar bow, choosing to pretend the almost-handshake didn’t happen. “I still don’t understand why you’re asking me.”

“You’re the best in the class, Cassie,” Emma pleads, “and the midterm is in a week and I desperately don’t want to fail. My parents would be so disappointed in me.”

Cassie considers it. A single low grade would pull down the class average, and make everyone look bad. She knew there were several students who were in Emma’s situation. Making sure there was one less would be beneficial. “Fine,” she says. “When do you want to meet?”

“As soon and as often as possible,” Emma grins. “Thank you so, so much.”

“It’s not a problem,” Cassie replies, starting towards the door. “Why don’t we meet at four in the library? I have another class now.”

“Oh, of course!” Emma bounces after her. “That works great. Thank you again.”

Cassie nods. “It’s not really any trouble.” It would do her good to go over the material with her, despite the fact that she’s never willingly studied in a group in her life. “I’ll see you later, all right?”

A buoyant “Okay!” follows Cassie all the way to her Comparative Politics class, which she spends outlining a study schedule for herself and her new charge. Hopefully, Emma will be weak in the same areas Cassie is, which will make the whole process much more efficient, and mean that Emma will do well, and Cassie will do as well as is to be expected, if not better.

Of course, that would be too simple.

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# hmm... 
aurielsbeau:

just one of the 7mil selfies i have taken after getting pierced

aurielsbeau:

just one of the 7mil selfies i have taken after getting pierced