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the-other-ryan:

brainstatic:

Is something not about your dick? Make it about your dick! Don’t let her do anything without reminding her that you have a dick.

Isn’t that literally sexual harassment?

I don’t think the writer of this article has ever actually talked to a woman.If literally saying “Here’s some tea, would you like to fellate me?” actually worked for him. He’s either a liar whose never talked to a woman, or he’s Tom Hiddleston. No middle ground.
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the-other-ryan:

brainstatic:

Is something not about your dick? Make it about your dick! Don’t let her do anything without reminding her that you have a dick.

Isn’t that literally sexual harassment?

I don’t think the writer of this article has ever actually talked to a woman.

If literally saying “Here’s some tea, would you like to fellate me?” actually worked for him. He’s either a liar whose never talked to a woman, or he’s Tom Hiddleston. No middle ground.

(via brokentwenties)

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tuscanystuff:

I actually really like this ad campaign.

(Source: drawing-interrupted, via thechildrenofllyr)

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I find it funny when people use “It’s (insert year)” to complain about some facet of war we should have moved beyond “by now”.

Because you can find that sentiment for as long as there has been violence, and we still haven’t figured out that time does nothing but benefit war.

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Anonymous said: Have you seen the new Berserk?

Yes. I loved, (LOVED) it until the end, then I used the disk I burnt it on as target practice.

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Well… I no longer need to watch attack on titan.
Fucking tumblr spoilers.

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caseyanthonyofficial:

This roll call scene was unbelievable

(via wasalmostleia)

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(Source: rvsa, via emiscoolerthanyou)

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evankart:

Galadriel and little Arwen.
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evankart:

Galadriel and little Arwen.

(via adayume)

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They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
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They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

(Source: lilightfoot, via mirtasan)

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So I took to google… All I wanted was to relive some classic Reeves superman.

What I got was so much better.

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